Author's Note:

First of all, Disclaimer: I don't own most of the characters, they are of J. K. Rowling's invention, I might own a few later on, but not yet, and if you are a Harry Potter fan, you'll know what characters I invented, but that's not the point. And, of course, the overall plot of Harry Potter that has been going in the past six books is not mine either, it's all JKR's, though I guess this plot is mine...

And I'd also like to say that this story will be in a different format, meaning it won't be in Hermione's third person point of view, but Draco's. It'll give the story a different twist than how most HG/DM fanfiction is written.

Finally, I hope everyone enjoys my story, and please, review and tell me what I'm doing wrong so that I can correct it or, of course, you can compliment me ;). But please, do not review telling me that my story sucks, and that you don't want to read it. Look, if it sucks, don't read it, and that is all I have to say, so ONWARD!

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Chapter One – Another Year

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Draco Malfoy yawned and stretched out his arms. He kept his eyes closed and rubbed the sleep out of them with his hands. He finally opened his eyes and looked around his dark room. It was September the first and he would be going to Hogwarts today.

He sat up and rolled his head on his neck and it cracked several times. He twisted to one side, and his back cracked, his twisted to the other side and his back cracked again. He knew it was bad for him, and he would pay for it in the future, but, that didn't really matter, his life was pretty much ruined now anyway, his father had imprinted a scar on it, a scar that he was sure would never fade, even if it was mental, and even if his father was dead. So was Voldemort.

The Golden Trio had murdered him about a month ago. It was all over the news; "Harry Potter and his two close friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, have murdered what was left of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The three destroyed all the Horcruxes left by Voldemort, and killed what was left of his weak body and soul. It is a mystery, but all of the followers of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, better known as 'Death Eaters' were found dead all over the country. It seems that the Dark Mark that was imprinted on their arms seemed to have blazed when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was killed, and somehow, they had not longer survived the pain. More information on the death of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's followers will be given by the Ministry of Magic when more information is revealed." was all you could hear on the radio.

Draco was very uneasy after Voldemort had been killed (he started using his proper name after he was killed). Not only because his father had died, and Draco was very glad he did, he was a very good father after all, but because his father wanted Draco to get his Dark Mark before he started his seventh year at Hogwarts. It felt like destiny that Voldemort and his supporters had died before he had gotten his Dark Mark, he knew now that he had to do the right thing, even if it meant following people like the Golden Trio, whom he despised, only because everyone liked them.

Draco got up and went to his bathroom. Of course he had a private bathroom,this was the Malfoy Manor, one of the biggest houses in all of England. Draco didn't like it too much, it reminded him too much of his father. It was dark and gloomy and seemed to forebode death. Draco washed his face with cold water and grabbed some clean clothes from his room so he could take a shower.

After getting out, since he was an adult in the wizarding world, he flicked his wand and made his bed and went lazily down the stairs into the dark kitchen. His mother was sitting at the black table, sipping from a green mug, with her eyes closed.

"Good morning, Mother." Draco said, kissing her on the forehead. His mother always wanted to be close to Draco, but Lucius had not allowed it. "The boy needs to learn strength and endurance, and not be loved by some stupid old woman!" He had said, whenever Narcissa Malfoy said she wanted to go tell her son goodnight.

Narcissa opened her eyes and smiled. She looked up at Draco, who smiled back weakly. He grabbed another green mug and made himself warm tea. He sat next to his mother and they sat in silence, emptying their mugs. Draco took in the smell of the tea, it reminded him of a field, though he had never really been to one. He supposed that maybe it just made him happy.

"So today you start your last year of school." His mother said softly. Draco nodded but said nothing. He didn't want it to be his last year. He didn't know why he didn't want to leave the school. It was filled with sad memories, from when Voldemort and his father were still alive. Maybe he wanted to start over, with new, happier memories.

"Do you have any idea what you want to do after you finish school?" Narcissa asked her son.

Draco set down his mug and sighed, "No, Mother, I already told you." He wasn't in the mood to talk. Especially if it envolved school.

"Well, I suppose you can think about it when you leave? What classes are you taking this year?"

"Mother, you know I'm taking all of them, I want to prove that I'm better than Father."

"Of course you are, you have a heart, you don't need to prove that you're smarter..."

"Mother! How can you say that? You're telling me that I don't have to learn? How am I going to get a job?"

"You're a Malfoy, it's not too hard, you're a pureblood, anyone would want you to work for them." She said softly.

Draco stood up in anger, but he didn't want to upset his mother too much, he knew that she had an even rougher time after her husband died, "I don't want to be a Malfoy, then, if it means that I don't have to work hard! I actually want to achieve something! Don't you understand?" He said loudly.

"No, son, I don't. I've lived so long with you're father, that I don't understand anything."

Draco sighed heavily again, and looked around the kitchen, "I'll go get my stuff." He mumbled.

Narcissa went back to drinking her tea and closed her eyes again as Draco ran back up the stairs and into his room. He looked into the corner where several of his trunks stood. He rubbed his eyes again and took his wand out from his pocket and flicked it while saying, "Wingardium Leviosa." The trunks rose and he moved his his wand slowly as the trunks moved.

He kept pointing his wand until the trunks finally reached the the front door. He had nothing left to do. He glanced at his watch. Ten o'clock. Another hour he had of doing nothing. He was going to apparate to Kings Cross, as he already had his license. He decided he would give the trunks to one of the Malfoy drivers so he wouldn't have to worry about them at the last minute. Then he would apparate to platform 9 and lurk around, maybe there'd be someone to talk to there.

"I'm leaving, Mother!" He called, opening the heavily locked door with his wand. His mother came rushing in, and embraced her son tightly.

"I love you, Mother." He sighed quietly. It was true, but he never had much contact with his mother for the past 17 years.

"I love you, too. My only son, is going to his last year of Hogwarts." She let go and Draco looked into his mother's eyes. They had begun to tear up.

"Mother, don't cry, please." Draco said, shuffling his feet. His mother had cried a lot, not only when Lucius had died, but when he was alive, and terrorized Narcissa and Draco. He didn't want to see her cry anymore.

"Just go." She said, turning around, and she disappeared around the corner to the kitchen. Draco stood quietly for a moment, looking at the place where his mother disappeared. He shook his head and stepped out onto the porch. Of course it was built of dark brown wood, and could be easily mistaken for beign painted black.

The sun was shining. He liked it when the sun shined. It made him feel good for once. He waved his wand and a black limousine appeared. The window scrolled down and Draco walked down the porch and leaned into the open window.

"I need you to take my trunks to Kings Cross, by eleven, Andrew." Draco said.

Andrew, the driver laughed and looked at his watch, "Well, I don't think I'll make it," He chuckled, "It's not like you have a train that leaves at exactly eleven o'clock to miss. You can just catch the next one." The driver smiled and winked.

"Yes I suppose I could, but the one at eleven is nicer" Draco said, also smiling, he knew the driver was joking, "So, the trunks are inside the front, I don't know there's about 6 of them."

The driver coughed, "Six? You're going for..." Andrew counted on his fingers, "Ten months!"

"And that's ten months of clothes I need." Draco said, smiling. He always brought his whole wardrobe with him, even though all he needed were several of the same robes.

"Right, I'll get them. So you're last year..." The driver said, getting out of the car and flicking his wand towards the front door and the trunks zoomed to the back of the car, waiting for the trunk to open. Andrew flicked his wand again, the trunk of the car opened, and the suitcases filed in, one by one, and once all six were in, the trunk closed.

Draco looked around, trying to find something he could look at, other than the drivers eyes. He didn't want Andrew to see how much he would miss going to Hogwarts as his eyes became wet, "Well, I wouldn't want to think of it as my last year, just as another year."

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Author's Note:

As you may have noticed, I have a little mistake. It says that Draco has not yet recieved his Dark Mark, though in HBP, he had recieved it. I realized this a little late, as I have already written Chapter 6 when I realilzed it. I was going to rewrite some parts, but then I realized that there were too many little comments that I would have to change, and then I would have to rewrite everything including Chapter 2, so I left it the way it is, sorry for the mistake!