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Chapter 12

Professor McGonagall told us to wait and then left, leaving us waiting for Dumbledore. I noticed Harry looking around the room in interest as he had never seen the office before. I realised I should seem curious as well, so I started looking around. Just then I noticed Harry moving towards the desk.

"Harry," I hiss. "What are you doing?"

He glanced back at me, then returned his gaze to its previous direction. I followed his eyes and realised he was looking at the Sorting Hat on the shelf behind Dumbledore's desk. Instead of answering me, however, he continues his journey to the Hat - ignoring my protests.

Harry takes the Hat down from the shelf and I let out a sigh of frustration. I glance around, making sure none of the portraits, or God forbid, Dumbledore, was watching. Harry lowered the Hat onto his head, and despite myself, I watched in curiosity.

It was much too large and slipped down over his eyes, but he made no move to adjust it. Suddenly, the Hat came to life and I heard a small voice, too quiet to make out. Harry must have heard it though, as he answered quietly.

"Er, yes," Harry muttered. "Er - sorry to bother you - I wanted to ask-"

He cut off and I heard the indistinguishable voice again. It spoke for a bit before Harry suddenly jolted then grabbed the Hat and yanked it off. It fell limp in Harry's hand before he put it back on the shelf.

"You're wrong," he told the Hat.

It didn't move. Harry backed away, watching it. I crinkled my eyebrows in confusion. What had the Hat said? Before I can ask, a gagging noise from behind us made us wheel around.

On the golden perch behind the door was Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. It looked like he was nearing his Burning Day. He spared a glance at me before staring at Harry, who looked a little revolted, but curious. Fawkes gagged again, and a couple of feathers fell out of his tail. Harry took a step back when suddenly, the phoenix burst into flames. I jumped slightly, taken by surprise. Harry on the other hand, let out a yell and backed away.

He glanced back at me with wide eyes while Fawkes became a fireball, gave one loud shriek and next second there was nothing but a smouldering pile of ash on the floor.

Just then the office door opened and Dumbledore came in, a sombre look on his face.

"Professor," Harry gasped. "Your bird - I couldn't do anything - he just caught fire-"

I resisted the urge to smack my hand over my forehead. Harry didn't know that it was normal for Phoenix's to do that, I told myself.

Dumbledore smiled.

"About time, too," he said. "He's been looking dreadful for days; I've been telling him to get a move on."

He chuckled at the stunned look on Harry's face I could see now that I'd moved to stand beside him.

"Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry," I explain, accidentally cutting of Dumbledore.

I glance at him with an apologetic look but he just smiles.

"Correct, Isobel," he says, then turns his attention back to Harry. "Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes. Watch him..."

We looked down in time to see a newborn bird poke its head out of the ashes.

"It's a shame you had to see him on a Burning Day," said Dumbledore, seating himself behind his desk. "He's really very handsome most of the time, wonderful red and gold plumage. Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets."

Harry glances at me with raised eyebrows, as if asking whether he was right or not. I resisted the urge to smirk at the thought that Harry trusted my information than Dumbledore's.

Suddenly I remembered what Harry and I were here for and I abruptly looked away from Harry to Dumbledore. The Headmaster looked between the two of us with a penetrating, light-blue stare. Beside me, I felt Harry shift slightly.

Before Dumbledore could speak another word, however, the door of the office flew open with an almighty bang and Hagrid burst in, a wild look in his eyes, his balaclava perched on top of his shaggy black head and the dead rooster still swinging from his hand.

"It wasn' 'em, Professor Dumbledore!" said Hagrid urgently. "I was talkin' ter 'em seconds before that kid was found, they never had time, sir-"

Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid went ranting on, waving the rooster around in his agitation, sending feathers everywhere.

"It can't've bin 'em, I'll swear it in front o' the Ministry o' Magic if I have to."

"Hagrid, I-"

"- yeh've got the wrong kids, sir, I know Harry and Isobel never-"

"Hagrid!" said Dumbledore loudly. "I do not think that Harry or Isobel attacked those people."

"Oh," said Hagrid, the rooster falling limply at his side. "Right. I'll wait outside then, Headmaster."

And he stomped out looking embarrassed.

"You don't think it was us, Professor?" Harry repeated hopefully as Dumbledore brushed rooster feathers off his desk.

"No, Harry, I don't," said Dumbledore, though his face was sombre again. "But I still want to talk to you."

Dumbledore considered the both of us, and I wondered what he was thinking.

"Tell me, did either of you hear anything before the attack?" Dumbledore asked, steadily looking between us. "A voice, as you heard around Mrs Norris' attack?"

I glance at Harry, who gives me a questioning look. I shake my head, and he speaks up.

"No sir," he says. "Neither of us did."

Dumbledore glances at me and I nod in confirmation. Upon hearing Harry's answer, Dumbledore's eyebrows pull together and he frowns. A moment later the expression is gone and he smiles gently.

"Very well. You may go," he gestures towards the door and Harry and I exchange a relieved look before leaving.

Once we're out we go to find Ron and Hermione.

"I can't believe he let you go, just like that," Hermione says once we tell them.

Harry and I shrug, and I give him a sidelong glance.

"Well he was right to," I say. "It wasn't us."

Hermione and Ron look alarmed.

"We know," Ron says hastily. "Of course, we know. It's just…Well, you did look guilty. I wonder why Dumbledore believed you without you even saying anything."

I frown and shrug. I was glad he had though. I didn't need anyone else thinking Harry and I had something to do with this.

The double attack on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick turned what had been nervousness into real panic. Curiously, it was Nearly Headless Nick's fate that seemed to worry people most. What could possibly do that to a ghost? What terrible power could harm someone who was already dead? There was almost a stampede to book seats on the Hogwarts Express so that students could go home for Christmas.

"At this rate, we'll be the only ones left," Ron told Harry and Hermione. "Us, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. What a jolly holiday it's going to be."

Crabbe and Goyle, who always did whatever Malfoy did, had signed up to stay over the holidays, too. But I was glad that most people were leaving. I was tired of people skirting around Harry and me in the corridors, as though we were about to sprout fangs or spit poison; tired of all the muttering, pointing, and hissing as we passed.

Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry and I down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heirs of Slytherin, seriously evil witch and wizard coming through..."

Percy was deeply disapproving of this behaviour.

"It is not a laughing matter," he said coldly.

"Oh, get out of the way, Percy," said Fred. "Harry and Isobel are in a hurry."

"Yeah, they're off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with their fanged servant," said George, chortling.

Ginny didn't find it amusing either.

"Oh, don't," she wailed every time Fred asked Harry loudly who he was planning to attack next, or when George pretended to ward me off with a large clove of garlic when we met.

I didn't mind too much. But their antics seemed to be aggravating Draco Malfoy, who looked increasingly sour each time he saw them at it.

"It's because he's bursting to say it's really him," said Ron knowingly. "You know how he hates anyone beating him at anything, and you're getting all the credit for his dirty work."

"Not for long," said Hermione in a satisfied tone. "Isobel was just saying last night how much progress she's made. We'll be getting the truth out of him any day now."

I shifted uncomfortably under the looks they gave me. The truth was I was still working my way up. Daphne was still friendly and accommodating, but she was leaving over the holidays. I was friendly with Tracey Davis, and Opal Runcorn wasn't too bad. Zabini and Nott mostly ignored me, which I took as a good sign. As long as they weren't giving me trouble, I didn't care. Unfortunately, Malfoy still sneered at me every time he saw me, along with Pansy, Millicent and Crabbe and Goyle. They were the ones I really needed to get in with, but it was proving to be difficult.

At last the term ended, and a silence deep as the snow on the grounds descended on the castle. It was peaceful and I enjoyed the fact that me, Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's had the run of Gryffindor Tower, which meant we could play Exploding Snap loudly without bothering anyone, and practice dueling in private. Fred, George, and Ginny had chosen to stay at school rather than visit Bill in Egypt with Mr and Mrs Weasley. Percy, who disapproved of what he termed our childish behaviour, didn't spend much time in the Gryffindor common room. He had already told us pompously that he was only staying over Christmas because it was his duty as a prefect to support the teachers during this troubled time.

Christmas morning dawned, cold and white. I woke up before Hermione, and grinned as I got ready for the day. I noticed a stack of presents by our beds and decided to shake Hermione awake.

"Merry Christmas," I tell her with a grin.

She smiles before getting ready too. Once she's finished, we grab our presents and head for Harry and Ron's dormitory. We burst in and Hermione went over to pull back the curtains of the window.

"Wake up," she said loudly.

"Hermione, Isobel - you're not supposed to be in here -" said Ron, shielding his eyes against the light.

"Merry Christmas to you, too," said Hermione, throwing him a present.

I flopped down onto Harry's bed and gave him a quick hug and wished him Merry Christmas.

At that moment, Hedwig swooped into the room, carrying a very small package in her beak.

"Hello," said Harry happily as she landed on the bed. "Are you speaking to me again?"

She nibbled his ear in an affectionate sort of way, and I reached over to pat her gently. The present turned out to be from the Dursley's. They had sent Harry and I a toothpick and a note telling us to find out whether we'd be able to stay at Hogwarts for the summer vacation, too.

The rest our Christmas presents were far more satisfactory. Hagrid had sent all of us large tins of treacle fudge, which we decided to soften by the fire before eating. Ron had given Harry a book called Flying with the Cannons, and got me some new gloves which had been worn out from all our practice. Hermione had bought us each a luxurious eagle-feather quill. Harry and I opened our last presents together to find new, hand-knitted sweaters from Mrs Weasley and a large plum cake to share between ourselves (and Ron and Hermione). We read her card and I saw Harry's face fall. He was obviously feeling guilty about Mr Weasley's car (which hadn't been seen since its crash with the Whomping Willow).

No one could fail to enjoy Christmas dinner at Hogwarts.

The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe crisscrossing the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling. Dumbledore led us in a few of his favourite carols, Hagrid booming more and more loudly with every goblet of eggnog he consumed. Percy, who hadn't noticed that Fred had bewitched his prefect badge so that it now read "Pinhead," kept asking us all what we were sniggering at. I didn't even care that Malfoy was making loud, snide remarks about our new sweaters from the Slytherin table. I knew I had to be on my best behaviour to even have a chance of figuring anything out.

I'd barely finished my third helping of Christmas pudding when Hermione ushered all of us out of the hall.

"We need to make sure Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on you while you're interrogating him," she told me.

"I'm doing that tonight?" I ask in alarm.

I thought I'd have at least one more day.

"It's Christmas," she said like it explained everything. "What better time to ask him? He'll be in the best mood possible."

"Something tells me he won't care about holidays when I start asking about the Heir of Slytherin and the Chamber of Secrets," I sigh.

"Why do Crabbe and Goyle need to be gone?" Ron asks.

"Hopefully it'll make Malfoy more honest. He won't have his goons to protect him," Hermione says. "Now, I've got it all worked out," she went on smoothly, pulling out two plump chocolate cakes. "I've filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. All we have to do is make sure Crabbe and Goyle find them. You know how greedy they are, they're bound to eat them. Once they're asleep, you'll be free for at least two hours, Isobel."

I looked at the cakes with doubt. Harry and Ron looked to be in a similar state of mind.

"Hermione, I don't think-"

"That could go seriously wrong-"

But Hermione had a steely glint in her eye not unlike the one Professor McGonagall sometimes had.

"You do want to investigate Malfoy, don't you?"

"Oh, all right, all right," I sigh.

To my amazement, it went just as smoothly as Hermione had said. We lurked in the deserted entrance hall after Christmas tea, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle who had remained alone at the Slytherin table, shovelling down fourth helpings of trifle. Harry had perched the chocolate cakes on the end of the banisters. When we spotted Crabbe and Goyle coming out of the Great Hall, we hid quickly behind a suit of armour next to the front door.

"How thick can you get?" Ron whispered ecstatically as Crabbe gleefully pointed out the cakes to Goyle and grabbed them.

Grinning stupidly, they stuffed the cakes whole into their large mouths. For a moment, both of them chewed greedily, looks of triumph on their faces. Then, without the smallest change of expression, they both keeled over backward onto the floor.

"Good," Hermione grinned, coming out from her hiding spot. "Now, Isobel, you go. We can handle them," she gestured at her and the boys.

I spared them one last glance, seeing Harry give me a reassuring smile, before turning away with a heavy sigh. Just as I turned the corner to the Slytherin Dungeon entrance, I heard a voice suddenly echo down the corridor.

"What are you doing here?"

I turned around, only just managing to hold back a groan when I spot the blonde boy.

"Entering the Common Room," I say, forcing back my clipped tone.

"Why?" he asks, sounding genuinely confused.

I'm taken aback for a moment at the emotion in his voice. I'd never heard anything but loathing or teasing before. It was weird.

"Because I want to," it comes out as more of a question and I wince at my tone.

Malfoy looks me up and down, an unreadable expression on his face. I try not to shift under his scrutinising gaze.

"Why?" he asks again. "You've got no friends here. All of them left for the holidays."

Again, I'm taken aback by the lack of hostility. I manage to shrug it off however and answer with a scoff.

"That's harsh. I've got friends here," I say, sounding more confident than I felt.

"Who?" he raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow in a, dare I say it, almost friendly, teasing way.

I'm too stunned to answer. It was like Malfoy had been replaced by a friendly Hufflepuff. Okay, that was a bit of a stretch, but still. Instead of answering him, I just stare at him in shock, probably looking like a fish out of water as I opened and closed my mouth. Malfoy's expression doesn't change, save for the minutest tug at his lips. That confused me even more. Was Draco Malfoy trying not to smile at me? What the actual hell?

"Okay, what is going on?" I demand suddenly.

Malfoy looks taken aback. Serves him right.

"Why are you suddenly being nice?" I continue.

Instantly, Malfoy's expression falls into a sneer. That's more like it.

"I'm not being nice," he counters, but is voice wavers just enough for me to detect the lie.

I mirror his previous expression; raising one eyebrow at him.

"Yes, you were. By Malfoy standards, anyway," I cross my arms over my body, suddenly adopting a confident, almost relaxed stance.

Malfoy chuckles.

"Malfoy standards? That's not even a thing."

I just stare at him. After a moment or two he sighs and looks away. I expect him to say something, but instead, he starts off down the corridor. A moment later I follow him, still looking at him with confusion.

"Pure-blood!" Malfoy says, and the stone door concealed in the wall slides open.

We don't say anything as we walk inside, and I notice a few older students sitting in the dark corners of the room. Malfoy walks over to his usual armchair near the fire and I'm about to head for mine, away from him, when he gestures for to me to follow him. I crinkle my eyebrows in confusion but do anyway, taking the spot next to him.

"Wait here," he says. "I'm going to get something my father just sent me."

Without waiting for an answer, he heads off to his dormitory. I do my best to get comfortable, but it's weird sitting in a different spot to usual. Malfoy comes back a minute later, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping. He handed it to me and I took it with a questioning look.

I felt my eyes widen as I read the article. It had been clipped out of the Daily Prophet, and it said:

INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car.

Mr Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this year, called today for Mr Weasley's resignation. "Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute," Mr Malfoy told our reporter. "He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately."

Mr Weasley was unavailable for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or she'd set the family ghoul on them.

I read it several times over before handing the clipping back to Malfoy.

"Why did you show me that?" I ask, frowning as I take in the information.

Fifty galleons. I knew the Weasley's would struggle to pay that. I felt sorry for them, and made a mental note to report back to Ron when I left.

Malfoy shrugs and sits down, leaving a wide space between us on the couch.

"Figured it would be better if you already knew when I taunt Weasley about it tomorrow," he smirks.

I feel anger pooling in my stomach.

"Why are you so rude to them?" I demand. "What have they done to you?"

"Nothing," he replies smoothly. "But Arthur Weasley and Father have had a feud since before I was born. Your brother defeated the greatest Dark Lord there's ever been when he was just a baby, and Granger is a Mudblood. They don't need to have done anything."

"What about me, than?" I ask. "Why do you treat me rudely?"

"I'm not right now, am I?" he retorts, glancing sideways at me. "Besides, you're Potter's brother. Isn't that reason enough?"

"So, what? You're only mean to me when I'm around my friends? My family?"

"Until you give me a reason to be mean, yes."

He answers so smoothly I almost want to punch him. Except, he was actually being nice. To an extent. I didn't need to go screwing that up now.

There was a beat of silence before Malfoy breaks it.

"You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet," he says thoughtfully. "I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father's always said old Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place. He loves Muggle-borns. A decent headmaster would never've let slime like that Creevey in."

Malfoy started taking pictures with an imaginary camera and did a cruel but accurate impression of Colin: "`Potter, can I have your picture, Potter? Can I have your autograph? Can I lick your shoes, please, Potter?"

He dropped his hands and looked at me. I scowled at him.

"Just because I apparently haven't done anything wrong and you're being decent to me for some reason doesn't mean you can go insult the people I care about," I say hotly. "Dumbledore is the best thing that's happened to Hogwarts. And Colin isn't that bad anymore."

"Well, that's because he's not around anymore," he cocks an eyebrow at me.

I bite my tongue. He was right, but I wasn't about to let him know it.

"Saint Potter, the Mudbloods' friend," Malfoy continues on slowly, obviously uncaring that Harry's my brother. "He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger Mudblood. And people think he's Slytherin's heir!"

I waited with bated breath: Malfoy was surely seconds away from saying something useful - but then, "I wish I knew who it is," said Malfoy petulantly. "I could help them."

Completely forgetting he'd just insulted Harry, Hermione and me in one sentence, I said quickly.

"You must have some idea who's behind it all..."

Malfoy suddenly fixes me with a glare.

"What? I suppose you think it's me? Privileged pureblood sticking my nose up at Mudbloods? If only," he scoffs. "Unfortunately, I haven't got any idea who it is. Father won't tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that it was all kept quiet and it'll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing - last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So, I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time... I hope it's Granger," he said with relish.

I clenched my jaw.

"Don't talk about her like that," I say. "It's not her fault who her parents are. She's a better witch than anyone else in our year. Who cares what sort of blood she has?" I blow up at him, getting up to stand in front of him and point my finger accusingly.

Malfoy just smirks. He stands up, face only inches away from my finger.

"That's what makes it all worse, you see," he says, a dark grin on his face. "Granger should be a nobody, yet she somehow manages to beat me. I've been practising magic and studying since I could read. It's not fair that someone with such tainted blood is better."

I make an incredulous sound in my throat.

"Don't tell me you're jealous?" I ask, disbelievingly. "You mean to say the only reason you hate her is because she gets better marks than you? You're so petty!"

By now I had completely forgotten what I was meant to be here for. It was the furthest thing from my mind as I stared into Malfoy's grey eyes, which were sparkling with anger and amusement.

"Aren't we getting side-tracked here, Potter?" he suddenly says. "I thought you were supposed to be here to find out about the Chamber of Secrets."

I blink. He was right. I'd gone completely off track. Without realising, I lower my finger and move away from him.

"How did-" I start.

"How did I know that's what you wanted?" Malfoy cuts me off with a chuckle. "Come on, Potter. You couldn't have been more obvious if you tried. Why else would you come in here, attempting to make friends? It's not like you'd willingly associate with any of us Slytherins."

"That's not true!" I say. "I'm genuinely friends with Daphne. And Tracey and Opal aren't that bad."

"But you don't deny it."

Dammit, he got me there.

"You're too predictable, Potter," Malfoy laughs. "You know, maybe I would've believed it if you'd also been visiting the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Common Rooms. I might have thought you were only trying to make friends if I saw you sitting with even one of the students from the other houses. But no. Only Gryffindor and Slytherin. Rookie mistake, if you ask me."

I roll my eyes, not even attempting to come up with something to say back. He was right. So, instead, I try a different tactic.

"So, is there any chance I'll be successful?" I ask. "D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?"

"Oh, yeah... whoever it was was expelled," said Malfoy. "They're probably still in Azkaban."

"Azkaban?" I repeat, puzzled.

"Azkaban - the wizard prison," said Malfoy, looking at me in disbelief. "Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward."

I glare at him.

"Father says to keep my head down and let the Heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs ridding of all the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, he's got a lot on his plate at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our manor last week?"

I widen my eyes in shock, deciding to play along with whatever he was doing. I didn't know why he was telling me any of this, but I wasn't about to interrupt him.

"Yeah..." said Malfoy. "Luckily, they didn't find much. Father's got some very valuable Dark Arts stuff. But luckily, we've got our own secret chamber under the drawing-room floor-"

Suddenly, he cuts off, as if realising he shouldn't be telling me this. Instead of looking angry or worried however, he just looks slightly put off.

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask.

He shrugs.

"What are you going to do with the information? Even if you tried to do something against Father it'd be your word against his."

"And when I tell Ron to write to his father and tell him about the secret chamber?" I counter.

"Then Father will be left wondering how someone found out about it, won't he?" Malfoy says smugly.

Not for the first time, I stare at him in shock.

"You're not even going to try and stop me?" I question. "Or warn your father?"

Malfoy doesn't answer, but I see something flash in his eyes, almost like…rebellion. I wondered what it meant. Surely Malfoy didn't want his own father to get in trouble. But from the way he was acting, it seemed like that's exactly what he wanted. I didn't understand. This side of Malfoy was completely different to any side I'd seen of him before. I couldn't recall if we'd even had a civil conversation before now. I doubted it. I couldn't resist.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" I ask, looking directly at Malfoy.

He returns my look but doesn't say anything for a moment. His eyes dart around, as if looking for something. Then, he sighs.

"I'm not my father," he says quietly. "I might not exactly like you, but I certainly don't hate you."

I'm taken aback by his honesty. I hadn't thought he could surprise me anymore than he already had, but, of course, he managed. Instead of answering, I just look away and lean back into the couch, processing all the information I'd gotten.

The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago, and a muggle-born was killed. Supposedly, the person who did it was locked up, in the wizard prison. Something about the story didn't seem to add up. If the person was in Azkaban, how was the Chamber open now? Did they have a child, or even a grandchild, who had taken over the role of Heir of Slytherin?

I voice my questions to Malfoy. He just shrugs.

"Probably. Why do you care, anyway?"

"Because I want to figure out what's going on, and who's behind these attacks! We were convinced that it was you, but obviously that's been dismissed…" I trailed off, eyeing him in suspicion.

Technically, he wasn't completely off the hook. He could be lying, or telling me this to get me off his trail. As convincing as he was that he was innocent, I knew there was still a chance.

Malfoy rolls his eyes.

"Believe what you want, Potter. But I'm telling you, it isn't me."

After that, I can't think of anything to say. So, I stand up, and head for the door of the Common Room. I'm surprised when Malfoy calls out.

"Don't even think about telling your friends about my 'change of heart'," he says threateningly.

I turn around with a small smirk.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Guys, I am so so so so so so sorry. My computer decided to be a pain and I was without it for a few days, then I needed to get a new one but in the process I lost all my files so I had to scrounge around for a few days to find them and basically excuses excuses but I am so sorry. I'm really trying to get these out quickly but life seems to be stopping me in every way possible :( Anyway, I am so sorry, I hope you enjoyed, and I will definitely try to update sooner next time.

Also, I know, the Malfoy thing is different right? But, I'm a sucker for Draco, sooo, I couldn't resist:) He's not going to be a major character or anything, but I don't want him to be a bad guy, so...yah. That's that.