Chapter 2

Draco had been thinking of Voldemort's "ingenious" plan all summer since he had heard about it. There was no way of getting around it. He had tried to find any loophole possible. It was frustrating to think that after six years of making fun of "The-Golden-Boy" he had to somehow become his best mate. It was outrageous. Absolutely outrageous.

He had also thought about trying to get close to the other oafs, Granger and the Weasel, but that was an even worse thought. The wouldn't buy it, anyway.

Of course, he could always just try and get Potter's mates away and then tell him where they are, but now that Potter thought he had killed his precious Headmaster, he would never believe anything that came out of his mouth. There was no way of telling if he was even going back to Hogwarts. Oh that would be just great news to bring back to the Dark Lord, thought Draco.

He got up off of his bed and began to pace around his spacious bedroom. If only someone would just tell him what to do, and how to do it. He'd be fine then. He'd just follow orders, and there would be no way of failing.

Why on earth do I have to be a Malfoy?

He stopped. Did he really actually think that? He was supposed to be proud of who he was. He was a pureblooded wizard. There best type of wizard possible.

But if I wasn't a Malfoy, I wouldn't have to worry about killing anyone or befriending anyone I don't want to befriend, he thought finally.

He stopped at the window and looked towards the gardens below. There was no doubting that he had the best life possible, financially anyway. His parents didn't really care for him. The only reason he was still alive was to carry the family name. If he had been born a girl his parents would have probably killed him in an instant or would have left him in an attic forgotten.

He looked up. In the distance he could see his eagle holding a letter in his beak.

Draco opened the window of his room and let the eagle in. It dropped the letter neatly on his bed and then was on his way again.

Draco could see the Hogwarts seal on the envelope. His heart slightly sank. He knew this year was his last year, and if he didn't have the Head Boy badge, it would be his head. His father couldn't possibly think he would get to be Head Boy... Could he?

Everyone suspected him of killing Dumbledore, and his father had escaped from Azkaban soon after his death. After all that, he was surely a hated man all around the wizarding world. Not that he knew. He had stayed in Malfoy Manor all summer.

Either way, McGonagall was Headmistress now. She didn't really like him and would clearly pick Potter or some smart Gryffindor and Granger as Head Boy and Girl.

He reached down towards the bed and got the envelope in his hands.

He slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the parchment.

His eyes widened and he dropped everything.

"Head Girl! I'm Head Girl!" screamed Hermione.

"Oh big surprise there," said Ron.

"Oh shut up Ron," she said. "I need to go owl my parents and tell them the news. I'll be back."

"Can you believe her?" said Ron to Harry, once Hermione was out of earshot. "We all knew she'd become Head Girl, and she still acts like it's a big surprise."

"She's just excited," said Harry. "I wonder who got Head Boy though. I mean, since it's not you."

"Oh who are you kidding? After watching me be a Prefect, McGonagall wasn't going to try and give me the Head Boy position. I was absolutely dreadful," pouted Ron.

"You weren't that bad," tried to assure Harry. The truth was, Ron was dreadful. "You got around alright, didn't you?"

"Yeah, yeah... But I almost figured McGonagall would give Head Boy badge to you."

"Me? Why? I'm not good at anything but Quidditch. And besides, I don't really follow any rules," said Harry.

"Oh right... But you're like everyone's favorite. I just figured..." Ron wasn't exactly sure he should have said that and the look Harry started to give him assured it. "So are you ready for lunch?"

"Yeah, I suppose..." said Harry. He knew Ron was just trying to stay off the subject. He didn't really feel like arguing so he didn't say anything else.

They walked down to the kitchen where Mrs.Weasley was reading the Weekly Witch.

"Oh there you two are," she said when she saw them. "Everyone already ate lunch. I was about to go send Ginny to get you."

"Well, no need now," said Ron. "So where's the food? I'm starving."

Mrs.Weasley put the sandwiches on the table and Ron immediately got three.

"Make sure to leave some for Hermione, too. She hasn't had any lunch. Poor dear. She's so excited about being Head Girl, she almost tripped coming down the stairs."

Ron almost choked trying not to laugh.

"Ron!" said Mrs.Weasley. "You leave her alone. At least she got the Head Girl badge. What did you get?"

Ron looked down instead.

Mrs.Weasley shook her head and went upstairs.

"Shesh mento if she tot I wash onna et Ead Boy," said Ron with food in his mouth.

"Don't do that. It's disgusting," said Hermione from the door. She had just finished mailing her letter to her parents.

"Just eat those before I do," said Ron pointing to the plate of food in the middle of the table.

She chuckled and took a bite out of a sandwich.

After they finished eating, they went upstairs.

"We should probably start packing. Hogwarts is in two days, and tomorrow your mom is going to Diagon Alley for books," said Hermione.

"Yeah, I guess... I need to find clean clothes that fit..." said Ron starting to turn red.

Hermione laughed and went to Ginny's room. Ginny went to play Quidditch with Fred and George, so she had the room to herself. That's what she wanted. She was so overwhelmed with the thought of being Head Girl, she just wanted to lay there and think about it.

She knew that the Head Boy and Girl shared headquarters, but all that meant was sharing the common room. For the most part, she had the whole place to herself.

She smiled.

She couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts.

And with that last thought, she laid down and went to sleep.

"Head Boy...?" said Draco.

It was impossible.

Or could it?

No. He was dreaming. That had to be it.

He pinched himself on the arm and sighed.

It was real.

He picked up the badge and parchment from the floor.

He was definitely Head Boy.

He wasn't really sure if he should be excited or not... Was this some sort of joke? Maybe McGonagall was setting him up. She'd tell him he was Head Boy so he shows up to Hogwarts for sure, and then the Ministry of Magic is there to arrest him.

He went downstairs and called for Hinky. He had to tell his father about this. Not because he was proud to get the position, he could care less, but he had to know if it was safe to go back to Hogwarts. He just always assumed he was going back.

"Yes, master?" said Hinky in her high-pitched voice.

"Call my father. Tell him it's important," said Draco hastily.

Hinky disappeared with a pop and left Draco alone in the hall. This house was so big it was scary. Twenty people could be there and he'd never even know it.

Mr.Malfoy walked down the stairs and stopped to speak to Draco.

"What is it?" he asked.

"This," said Draco simply while handing the badge to his father.

He looked over for a while and then finally looked up

"Well, congratulations," he said finally, giving the badge back to Draco.

"That's it?" asked Draco. He couldn't believe that he wasn't surprised or anything. Why wasn't he giving him any response?!

"Do you want a party or something??" asked Mr.Malfoy.

"What? No! Aren't you surprised or suspicious or anything...?" Draco was trying to look for some sort of realization from his father but none came.

"You have nothing to worry about, Draco," said Mr.Malfoy finally. "Would they reward you if they were suspicious of you?" Draco just looked at him. "No one suspects you of killing Dumbledore. No one knows for sure how it happened. They all think it was Snape, which is perfect because now you can go back to school to spy on Potter and go on with the Dark Lord's plan."

"I suppose you're right," said Draco, unable to leave the thought of being arrested once he got to Hogwarts.

They said nothing more to each other.

He climbed the stairs up to his room.

He was going to start packing.

A/N: Well, I'm sorry to the readers that I might still have. Hope you all had great holidays though! I've been on vacation and I know it took a long time for me to post this next chapter and it wasn't even long! What a disappointment, I know. The next one will be nice and long, I promise :-)

Happy New Year!

-Miss Lost in Time-