What shall happen in this chapter? Well, read on and find out. Lol
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Draco's POV
"Okay, I hate Potty, Weasel and Mudblood. I hate my father and the Dark Lord. I hate my life. All I have is my mother"
I sighed and leaned back against the headrest of the bed. Potter believes I can help him defeat the Dark Lord. Ha, as if. What can I do? I'm a fucken coward, wait, am I?
I smacked my head against the iron headrest and regretted it. Now rubbing my sore head, I thought back to the conversation, both with Potter and Granger
"But is it the right side?"
"What is the right side, Potter?" I asked aloud, "You tell me what the right side is"
My left arm burned again, but I gritted my teeth, ignoring the pain as best as I could
"Let's see, when did my bad luck began? I think I'd rather be tortured by Macnair and Avery, then be here. Living with the Mudblood is worse than torture"
I replayed Potter's words again through my mind
"If you think I can help, you tell me how I can help, alright!"
I looked out of the window and saw a blank, grey sky greeting me. I rolled my eyes
"Wait a minute. If I can help Potter out, just a little bit, then maybe I can get back at Lucius, make him suffer for making me suffer. Ha, ha, oh yeah"
The door creaked open, as Granger came in, carrying a tray of food. She set it down on the bedside and stepped back. I looked up at her
"Well, I decided to bring you something, since you haven't eaten since you've arrived"
"Tell me, Granger, why are you being so…what the fuck is it called again?"
"Nice?"
I nodded
"I'm not being nice, Malfoy, no-one else will"
"Are they afraid of being in the same room as me, or being anywhere near me?"
"What is it about you that makes them 'afraid', as you say it?"
"You tell me, you've known me for how long?"
"Too long"
"Gee thanks," I said with a flat voice
"You're welcome," she said with a similar tone
I reached out and grabbed a piece of toast, taking a small bite
"French toast," I said with a mouth full, "not bad actually"
"Well, I best be going now, can't hang around any longer"
She turned to leave, but stopped
"Oh and there's a shower on this floor, third door on your left. There will be some clothes there. Just knock before you go in"
I watched her leave and finished the rest of the toast, before getting out of the bed and leaving the room
"Okay, third door on the left ah-ha, found you"
I knocked, no-one answered, so I went in and looked around. The bathroom was large; with a claw-foot bath about five metres long, a glass door shower and racks and racks of towels. The sink was next to the door, with a set of clothes and a towel on top
"Okay, now they're looking out for me…not"
I looked around the bathroom again, sighed, stripped down and went for a shower. It wasn't easy, since my arm was bandaged, but I managed it. I don't know how long I was in there, but it was enough for someone to come in and take my clothes away. I dried myself and picked up the clothes left for me
"It's Muggle clothing, I'm not wearing that"
On the other hand, there was no other clothing. It will have to do. Once I was dressed in the long-sleeve navy shirt and black slacks, brushing my hair back, I left the bathroom, where I ran into Granger
"Watch it, alright. You hit my broken arm"
"Come off it, Malfoy, I wasn't anywhere near it"
"Oh I see, wanted to brush into me?"
I raised a suggestive eyebrow. She gave me a disgusted look
"Like I would ever want to touch you. You make me sick"
She walked off, as I headed downstairs and went into the kitchen. Potter and Weasel were already there, playing chess, while Weaselette watched
"Who's winning?" I asked
"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Potty
"Nothing"
I watched them for a few more minutes and got bored quickly
"Who's living here?"
"Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Fred and George, me and Ron's parents," answered Potty
"Ah I see. Shouldn't you be doing something else?"
"Like what?"
"Like searching for Horcruxes?"
Bingo, instant reaction! Potter dropped his piece, as Weasel's eyes bulged. I grinned
"You know about the Horcruxes?" asked Weasley
"What, you think I'm stupid? And stop looking at me like that, people would think you're both gay"
Potter and Weasel both glared at me, as Potter went to retrieve his piece from under the table. Weaselette gave me a suspicious look
"Do you know where one is?" she asked
"Why should I tell you?"
"Why should we trust you?" asked Potter, reappearing, "Tell me, are you telling the truth?"
I shrugged my shoulders
"I could be"
"Child," muttered Weasel
"Hey, I heard that"
"Where is the next Horcrux?"
"Hmm, good question. I'm trying to remember"
"Malfoy"
"Fine, I'll tell you, when I remember"
"No, you'll tell us now and when you do, you're coming with us to find it"
"What!"
"You heard me"
Angry and annoyed, I left the kitchen, storming up the stairs, past Granger, ignoring her questioning looking and into my room
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Ah, Horcruxes. Where is the next Horcrux? And how does Malfoy know about them? It will be revealed, so review and more will come