Hey Guys, I realized there were some typos I need to fix so Tada: hopefully its magically corrected! I was just really excited to post this.

I swear Microsoft Word will make younger generations terrible writers :S

Please please review! I would really appreciate some insight. Honestly first fanfic I've ever written and I'm trying to work out how to incorporate a characters thoughts, words, actions together. More tricky than I thought.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

P.S. I do not own Harry Potter (do I have to write that each chapter?)

Chapter 2

Draco was finally able to relax on the train to Hogwarts. Not that anyone would notice something wasn't right with him in the first place. Nobody could claim to know him well enough. While lying on Pansy Parkinson's lap, he listened to Zabini talk about the Slug Club.

Sigh yet another thing that Harry can use to make him enforce his famous poster boy image. That stupid git, boy-who-lived ass, is the one that got me stuck in this mess. Just listening to how everything seems to be degenerating these days, like Slughorns taste, is getting me pissed. I'm a Pureblood PURE BLOOD! I should be the first one invited to this party. Hell, this is ridiculous. It doesn't matter anyway. If I fulfill my mission, or not, there will be no way I'll be able to go back to Hogwarts next year! No more Golden Trio bull shit for me. I'm sick of it.

What the hell was that? Interesting. Looks like there is someone spying on me. Not that I could actually see the spy, must have a charm of some sort on. But I heard him or her. Seriously, do people not know who I am. My father is Lucius! I was trained at the Dark Arts from as early as I can walk. Oh well, this spy will learn his lesson. If I'm lucky, it just may be Harry Fuckin Potter that I'll be teaching.

"You go on… I just want to check something" Draco said to Pansy to make her leave. Good, now I can deal with the spy.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Ha. So it was Harry Potter who is now paralyzed. Well he deserves it, and much more. "I thought so, I heard Goyle's trunk hit you. And I thought I saw something white flash through the air after Zabini cam back…." He looks so surprised that I figured it out. But what should I do with him?

"You didn't hear anything I care about, Potter, but while I've got you here…" and with that I stamped, hard, on Harry's face. Probably breaking a nose.

"That's from my father". Hmm… now what? Now what? I can't have him run off to Dumbledore right away… No, being suspended will not help me complete my mission. I'll just throw the invisibility cloak on him so he won't make it to Hogwarts. Perfect.

Coming off of the train, Draco knew what he did was harsh. But, it could have been worse. I could have killed him, if I wanted to, Draco thought to himself. Plus, someone needs to take him off his pedestal. Always meddling in other peoples business; Him, Ron, and little Mudblood Know it. All of them need to know that they aren't the only people in the school. Plus, as much as I don't like my father, I would defend him, or at least our name. How can't I, wasn't I always taught that the Malfoy name means everything? Potter ruined our name by sending my father to jail. Ruined our name and my life. Dammit. He deserved it. But this year I will not get distracted with the bloody trio. I have more important matters, so long as they stay the hell out of my business. Dammit.

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Hermione sat in the library, as per usual, trying to piece things together. What exactly does this letter mean? Even though she already knew. She needed to be certain. Jumping to assumptions is always a problem. First thing is first; what do I know about Draco.

Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment and organized her thoughts into a list. Draco is a jerk, muggle hater, and the son of Lucius. That alone made her cringe. She remembered seeing him with his father once. She even pitied him. He looked like a robot of sorts, or a puppet. Yes, that's it. He is a puppet. Pity though, he is a smart puppet in academic. I actually have to study as much I do just to make sure I stay ahead. I've never even seen him open a book, though I know his grades could almost match my own. Weird how someone could be smart in some ways and dumb in others.

She sighed while realizing she is being a bit hypocritical. I'm pretty dumb when it comes to guys. Not like I know how to dress to get their attention, or flirt, or even wear make-up. Ron still hasn't even gotten the hint, I thought I made it obvious enough at the Yule Ball, but then again, I'm not smart in all ways I suppose. Anyways, back to this letter and back to what I know about Draco.

Hermione looked back through the past few days to try an assemble things together. She remember Harry telling her that he made sure to keep him right arm covered while getting robes fitted. That could mean he has a Dark Mark. But would Voldermort really stoop to recruiting kids to become Death Eaters? Then again, it would be smart. He would have access to school. Hmm.. what else?

Oh, and there is the horrible thing he did to Harry on the train. He is so lucky that I didn't go march up to him and curse him into oblivion myself. How could he do that? It is just so.. so.. cruel. Could Draco really be awful enough to stomp someone in the face? Well, obviously he is. Why am I finding it so hard to believe? Anyways, Draco was bragging about how the Dark Lord would not care about education, only loyalty and service to him. While, he is right, Hermione thought to herself. But is this reason enough to believe he is a Death Eater.

Unfortunately, Hermione had to come to the conclusion that he is indeed a Death Eater. Because, in addition to these previous circumstances and his infamous character traits… she also has his letter...