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Chapter Three

The reality of his future began to dawn on him more and more. While he could try to keep himself busy, try to present his usual image, he could not be the same Draco Malfoy of previous years. It would be dim to think that past experiences taught him nothing… Draco no longer looked at his father as an idol. His father is now trembling in Azkaban for following an "almighty" lord that can't even defeat a boy. In terms of his hatred against muggles, Draco was just indifferent. He didn't change enough to believe they were equal to his level as a pureblood. But he just didn't care.

Now, he is stuck in the middle of a battle that he does not even believe in. But Voldermort threatened him. Not only him, but his mother. Draco reflected on his mother, she was never as cruel to him as his father has been. She has even hugged him on occasions. They began getting particularly closer after Lucius was sent to Azkaban and she was no longer afraid to show some of her emotions within her own household. Things actually began feeling happier for him… Until he was called.

Called is not the right word, he was surrounded and trapped. Voldermort had the nerve to enter his house and force him to become a Death Eater. Draco scowled at the memory while, once again, holding on to his right arm reflectively.

It was on the same day that he was giventhe mission that would change his life forever...

He, Draco Malfoy, a boy of only 17, now has to kill Dumbledore, a man who is known throughout the Wizarding World as the Greatest Wizard Alive. At first he thought it was some sort of joke, or initiation. He didn't think he would actually have to go through with the plan, just make some sort of attempt.

Wishful thinking, he admitted to himself later when Voldermort entered his mind and told him that he would have to succeed or his mother would be killed. It was at that moment that Draco began perfecting his occulmency skills. If Voldermort had the power to read his minds now, him and his mother would be killed immediately, successful mission or not.

With all of these terrible thoughts Draco grabbed a parchment and quill and headed outside. Obviously he could not write down his feelings in the common room. Not that Slytherins have feelings, he reminded himself. He also had no one to talk to, so this parchment will have to do, even though it will need to be burned once he was done writing. With parchment and quill in hand, Draco headed to the Quidditich field.

The field was empty since it was the start of the year and teams have yet to be finalized. He now wished more than ever that he could be like other regular boys that only worried about girls and Quidditich. Draco could no longer take anything lightly anymore. He could not even find enthusiasm about playing against the Gryffindors, or sneaking a girl into his dorm (as he had many times). No, nothing matters anymore. With that thought, Draco began to write on his parchment.

Hermione Granger looked at the list she was writing in the library and decided to reflect on the day she found, or rather confiscated, the letter...

She was annoyed, once again, and not for the final time as she thought that she couldn't take it anymore. There was an underground war beginning, and here she was, thinking about how Ron could be so bloody stupid. But there is nothing she could do about it. She couldn't very well confront him head on. That would just scare him away. She couldn't talk to Harry about it, it would just create some tension in the group. She also knew that now, more than ever, the Golden Trio had to stick together because Voldermort will attack. As long as he is alive, Harry would undoubtedly be in danger. She would need to keep the trio from breaking apart, and if a confession of her feelings could cause tension now, she decided it would be best to wait. Resigned to the idea of being lonely, Hermione decided to go for walk outside.

She couldn't even remember how she ended up on the Quidditch pitch. Maybe her feet were just used to heading there after all of the practices and games she attended while supportingHarry and Ron.

That's when she noticed a figure there, sitting down, writing. How odd, she thought to herself as she got closer. Oh well, maybe its someone I can talk to, he must be pretty upset sitting out here by himself.

All thoughts of making a new friend evaporated from Hermiones mind once she saw who it was.

"Malfoy. What are YOU doing here?" Hermione asked inspite of herself. She knew she should have just left right away. She didn't trust him.

Malfoy was startled for a moment when someone interrupted his thoughts. But, of course, he knew that voice. "Get lost Mudblood" he said roughly while looking up and realizing she was alone. "What are you doing by yourself? Did Harry and Ron decide that they no longer needed the love of a woman, just themselves?"

"Oh. You are so intolerable!" Hermione said while walking closer to him. She was curious about what exactly he was doing, fearing that he might be mixing a potion or torturing some creature. She was surprised when she only saw a piece of parchment next to him.

Noticing that Hermione was looking at his parchment, Draco shoved it into his pocket. "I do not like Mudbloods staring at me Granger, particularly you!" he shouted with a voice filled with disgust.

"DO NOT CALL ME THAT" Hermione screamed while trying to remind herself that she was alone and should not provoke him into doing something dangerous.

"Mudblood Mudblood Mudblood" Draco chanted while getting up to walk past Hermione. Why is she always in my way, he thought, while looking at her. She has matured a lot since the beginning of the year. But he decided he wasn't going to waste another thought on someone who destroyed his life, albeit, indirectly but nonetheless, she was scum.

Hermione saw the emotions flash through his eyes. She saw anger, hatred and loathing. It actually frightened her. She knew that they hated each other… but his stare was so much colder then she ever remember. He must have been up to something.

Draco walked right into Hermione's shoulder with enough force that he hoped to knock her down. Surprisingly, she didn't fall. She didn't even cringe. She looked concentrated on something, and mumbled under her voice. Fuck it, he thought to himself, as he stormed away. She is not worth another thought.

What he didn't know at that moment was that Hermione was indeed concentrated on something important to him. While he thrusted his shoulder into hers, as she predicted he would do, Hermione whispered "Accio parchment". As he continued to storm past her, taking no notice in what she said or did, she quickly breathed a sigh of relief and put the parchment into her own pocket until he was out of sight.