Chapter One:
Draco was sitting inside the dark hut. It's been two weeks since the incident at the astronomy tower. He couldn't do it. He knew he wouldn't. He was already agreeing to go under Dumbledore's protection.
Snape had to make that stupid unbreakable vow with his mother, he had to interfere and kill Dumbledore. Now Draco's life is more complicated than ever.
Since Draco was born he had to follow his parents footsteps. He had to hate everyone who was different, had to act superior to all, had to join the dark lord.
All Draco ever wanted was a normal childhood. Without being around dark wizards and dark energy all day. Being able to have dreams, aspirations, and most importantly not being judged or liked because he was a Malfoy.
The only good thing that ever happened to him was Hogwarts, but his father surely found a way to ruin that. Draco loved Hogwarts, loved that there he was more or less independent. But as always everything he loved was taken away from him. Everything that made him happy had to be either bad, or unavailable.
At this point he hated his life, he didn't care if his father or his fellow death eaters would find him, he didn't care if the members of the order were looking for him.
He was sick and tired from everyone, especially from himself. From this day forward, he swore to never go back to his old life. To transform himself completely, and to start fresh. Leaving his old life behind, no matter how difficult it was, or how much pain it brought to him.
He would never see his mother again, and knowing that really hurt. He loved his mother, he loved her like nobody else in his life. She was the only person he could talk to, the only one to ever understand him, but she was too afraid to help.
She knew she should never cross Lucius. And for that, Draco could never forgive her. As much as she loved him, she never stood up for him. She let his father turn him into an evil monster in everybody's eyes.
Especially in the eyes of the person he cared for a lot. The one person he knew he was destined to be with. But how? she hated him, and he surely couldn't blame her for that. He was meaner to her than to anyone else. He hurt her feelings countless times, and acted like an arrogant prat every time he saw her.
He knew deep inside he acted like this to hide his true feelings. Nobody ever realized he was being a total jerk because deep inside she made him lose his mind, and that scared him.
He knew his parents will kill him before ever allowing him to be with her, to be happy. So he kept it inside, even though it tore him apart, he swallowed it, and lived on.
All is lost now either way.
All his dreams of being happy had shredded into pieces so small there was no chance of ever picking them up and gluing them back together. No matter how much she hated him before, now she definitely loathed him.
He knew that even if he had the chance to meet her and tell her how he felt, it wouldn't help, she wouldn't listen. She would never forgive him.
Draco didn't know how long he stayed awake in the dark, cold and lonely hut, laying on the floor, without a bed, without no covers, just the hard cement as his mattress.
He didn't know how long he's been feeling remorse and self pity.
Eventually with a broken heart, and a guilty gut, his mind had rested, and he fell asleep.