-Author's Corner-

I'd like to clarify a few things before you carry on reading this story. I've never read any Harry Potter books. I did however watch the movies. But that was not the reason for writing this fanfic. I was recommended a lot of Draco stories by a friend and because of that I came to like Draco's character within them. It inspired me to write a fanfic of my own of him.

So please forgive me for anything that did not happen in the books/movies but I made up. It's to keep the flow of my story to how I want my characteristic to be. Plus I do get lazy if I can't be asked to look up on Wikipedia like I have been for most of my references. Also don't be offended by the characteristics of the characters in my story. They may be a little OC.

I've laid it out now, so I don't want criticism on things I already apologised for. Thank you.

I could not have a story without Hermione, so you will see a lot of her. And Blaise ;)

Also it's my first time posting here as well as posting from my phone each time) so slowly I will get used to how to do some of the things I'm struggling with.

The poster you see, is done by me :)

And lastly hope you guys enjoy my Draco fanfic. Don't forget to leave a review for my ego :p

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Malfoy Manor

Draco Lucius Malfoy picked at his vegetables on his plate. He didn't have an appetite. He hadn't had an appetite for a long time. Even after six weeks of being a free man, he had not been able to do anything normal again.

"Draco," his mother's worried tone brought him out of his reverie. The older woman did not look her age or a mother for the fact as she was very beautiful. Her blond hair was long and straight, corresponding with her pale skin and blue eyes. Her hair colour wasn't dark like the House of Black or her two sisters. She was tall and thin and very much proud pureblood. "What's wrong? Don't you like tonight's dinner? Do you want something else made for you?"

Draco shook his head. "No, mother. I'm just not hungry."

"Oh sweetie you need to eat. You're all thin and bony."

You didn't say how thin and bony I was when I was playing Voldemort's underling! He wanted to scream but he held it in. He was a Malfoy and Malfoys do not lose their cool.

"I'm just not hungry," he repeated firmly.

"Son, at least try eating a few more bites," his father spoke from the head table.

Draco felt sick. Every time he heard Lucius's voice he would always have a strong nausea build up. He didn't know when he had stopped thinking of him as a father, but he hated the man who was the cause of his pathetic life. The older man was pale with pointed face, pale long blond hair and cold grey eyes. The features he himself had inherited. His father was tall and like his mother a proud man. Both came from a pureblood family and if the war had not taken place he would have been just the same with full of Malfoy pride.

Draco had believed ever since he was young that he was born triple special which had added to his ego as he grew up. He was born a wizard, a pureblood and a member of the Malfoy family. His status was far greater since birth than those in Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. "I'm tired. I'd like to be excused."

Narcissa sighed. "If you must but hear 1me out first. I have good news. Your school has been completely refurbished and school starts from next week."

"Mother, you can't be insinuating that I return to school?"

"Of course you must return. You must at least get your N.E.W.T education."

He didn't care about education. How could they ask him to return to the place he knew he didn't belong anymore. Arguing with his parents wouldn't get him anywhere, especially his mother who always got what she wanted. He stood up, bade them goodnight and left the dining room. He walked through the eerie corridor of the Malfoy Manor. The magnificent mansion was located in Wiltshire which had been in his family's possession for many centuries. A year ago he loved the manor as it was his inheritance in the future but now he couldn't stand the place where many died, was tortured and Death Eaters roamed around.

In his room he didn't bother stripping out of his robes. He slumped down on the bed and rolled onto his back. Out of habit he rubbed the pearl shaped necklace strapped around his neck and stared at the ceiling a ritual thing he did before letting the long overdue sleep devour him.

Albus Dumbledore stood at the tower without any expression of surprise. It was as if he was expecting to be cornered by him. "Draco, years ago I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you!"

Draco wanted to laugh cynically but instead he was crying pathetically. Voldemort, seeking to punish his still further for the botched capture of Harry, demanded that Draco perform a task so difficult that he would almost certainly fail - and pay with his life. Draco was to murder Albus Dumbledore - how, Voldemort did not trouble to say. Draco was to be left to his own initiative.

"I don't need your help! Don't you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you... or he's going to kill me!"

He held his wand and pointed it down on his left arm where the cursed mark was visible.

The dream took a different turn. Instead of Severus Snape walking up behind him, a silhouette glided in. It was a girl with long dark hair dressed in a long white night gown but he couldn't see the face. It was faceless but somehow it didn't spook him out. Instead her presence warmed him inside. Professor Dumbledore was no longer standing before him. It was just him and the faceless girl.

"Mio Drago," she whispered. She swamped around behind him. Her hands roamed around his back. Caressing him gently. "It's okay," she breathed into his ear. The prickling hotness sent shivers down his spine. "You don't have to kill anyone. This is just a dream."

"W-who are you?" he asked looking at her from the corner of his eyes. He felt frozen in his position. The wand still pointing down on his arm.

"Ssh, Mio Drago," she hushed him. She wrapped her slender fingers around his right wrist and with a little force pulled it down. "We don't need your wand," when she said it the wand suddenly disappeared.

He gasped. Her other hand gripped his left arm covering the mark. She then slowly pulled his sleeves down to cover it. Then suddenly her embrace left him, making him yearn for her warmth back.

"Come on, Mio Drago," she beckoned.

Draco turned. He saw her holding her hand out. He surprised himself when he without hesitation extended his hands and allowed her fingers to entwine with his. "Where?" he asked breathlessly.

"To sleep of course," she giggled. "You obviously need it."

He was taken aback by her words. He suddenly found the scenery change. He was no longer on the tower. He was in his bedroom. She pulled him to the bed then climbed up first. He did hesitate this time, a blush rising to his cheeks as he had never shared a bed with anyone before much less the opposite sex. She giggled before tugging on his hand causing him to stumble into his bed. He reluctantly climbed in. She snuggled next to him and covered him up to his shoulder with his duvet covers while she stayed outside the covers.

"Goodnight, Mio Drago," she whispered into his ears. She bent down and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. She drew back and stroked his hair, running her fingers through his silky platinum blond hair. She hummed under her breath which soothed him.

"Goodnight," he mumbled and snuggled closer for comfort before he fell into a deep slumber.

Italy - Rome

Savannah De Luca woke up with a start. She blinked several times to fully come out of her slumber. She tried to recall the dream she had. But no matter how much she tried the only image of her dreams that she could remember was her running her hand through a platinum blond hair. She unconsciously rubbed her fingers together as the silky hair almost felt real at the touch.

"Honey, you awake?"

The sound of her aunt, Rosalia Zabini, got her sitting up in her bed. The door soon opened and in walked the proud mistress of the house. She threw the covers off her and scooted to the edge of the bed. She swung her legs off and stepped down.

"Mamma, buongiorno." She greeted the older woman with a warm good day.

Rosalia was a tall dark skinned beautiful woman. Although she was her aunt, she did not share the same blood. But that did not stop the two to form a mother-daughter relationship when Rosalia took Savannah in at a young age after her parents passed away. The older woman had dark hair, a trait of an Italian blood that even Savannah shared the same features. Only the young Italian girl was pale in comparison. And she did not have brown eyes like her aunt. Hers were blue – the colour of the Italian ocean, her aunt would say every time.

Her aunt walked over to her and kissed both her cheeks. "Tesoro, I am saddened once I woke up to find my son had already left."

"Blaise already left?" Savannah exclaimed. "He didn't say goodbye."

Rosalia sighed. "I know. It is why I am upset. That boy always does what he wants all the time. As if last year wasn't bad when he had us locked up in our vacation villa."

The young Italian tried not to think about how she almost went insane for being caged in the villa for nearly a year because he was too scared they would be in danger outside when the war was going on. With Blaise Zabini's father having passed away when he was young, he had automatically taken the reign of the head of the family which meant protecting them.

He never did talk about the war when he did return to put the ward down and allowed them to return home to their mansion. But he was never the same. The carefree and a little rebel boy was gone replaced with a more serious young man.

"I don't know when we're going to see him next," Rosalia went on. "I don't know why he decided to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Obviously Aventino Accademia de Magia would have been better choice as it was near home and the same school you go to."

Aventine Academy of Magic was the Italian magical school that Savannah attended. But at the mention of Hogwarts, she felt a tug in her heart. She touched her chest and rubbed it gently.

"Are you not feeling good, tesoro?"

"Hmm, no I'm fine," she assured the older woman, though inside she wasn't so sure. She wondered what that feeling was, as if something was pulling her. "Hogwarts," she said the name out loud to test it. There it was again. The tugging sensation. It made her feel like a whole was forming inside. "Mamma, I want to go to Hogwarts as well."

"Eh? You want to go to Hogwarts?"

"Yes," she said. She didn't know why but she felt like she had to go there. Someone was waiting there for her.

Whoa, where did that come from? Someone was waiting for me?

She shook her head. That was some crazy thoughts and scary. She opened her mouth to retract the words but her aunt threw her arms around her startling her.

"That's wonderful, darling!" She cried out. "It's sad that the two of you are drifting apart. You clearly miss him when he's not around."

"But I can't leave you alone," Savannah protested in the hopes that it was excusable. She suddenly felt horrified of the sudden longing she had a minute ago.

"Don't be silly, darling," she said. "I have Alberto to keep me company."

Savannah groaned inwardly. Rosalia was a wonderful and beautiful mother to Blaise and her but when it came to men she had always been one to fall from one husband to another. Alberto would be counted as the seventh husband. It was the reason Blaise had decided to leave and take his education in the United Kingdom, away from her latest husbands.

She sighed in resignation. "Okay. Could you help me file for a transfer?"

Even if it was very short notice, she knew that the Zabini's influence would help quicken the process for an easy transfer. She just hoped Blaise wouldn't be pissed off with her.