THE FIGHT

As young Draco Malfoy was wondering the corridor's of Malfoy manor he heard his parents arguing yet again if he had to listen to this for any longer he would have to find out why they were all of a sudden fighting so much. As he walk down the stairs to find out what they were saying he heard his mothers voice screaming out in a tone so not like her normal aristocratic drawl. "You and I both know that Draco is not mine, so why should I stick around? The only reason I stayed around is because of Draco I washed him and clothed him and cared for him I thought he was my own flesh and blood my only son!"

Draco could not believe what he was hearing. He would not believe it, but he had just heard the words fall from his mother's lips!

"Narcissa you know just as well as I do Draco is in the house so can you lower your voice I do not want Draco to know about this, it is strictly between you and me. All hell would break loose if he finds out about this!" Lucius growled at her.

And with that the young Slitheren boy ran to his abnormally large room, and fighting to hold back tears he decided to pack for yet another long year at Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry. But this year being his seventh and finale year at the school. He had received such a responsibility, not like Quidditch Captain, or being a prefect, it was higher he had been rewarded with none other then Head Boy. He knew would have to spend a lot of time with who ever got head girl they are basically in the same room. But he did not care he would at least be able to leave his parents the ones who had lied to him a tried to keep it a secret that he was not there son.

Draco Malfoy sat on his bed and thought to him self why was this not surprising to him he had always felt wired as if they never treated like a real son. Sure he had every thing he wanted but he never was happy as in truly happy.

He walked down the stairs, hoping to avoid his mother and father as he was in know mood to talk to them, and went into the kitchen to get something to eat.

Before he knew it his mother and father were fighting yet again, "So who is Draco's real mother?" Narcissa shirked. Malfoy wanting know for him self stayed there waiting to hear the answer.

"Molly Weasley" Lucius said in what sounded to Draco as his normal kind of snobbish voice.

Wait Draco thought to him self I a pure blood is related to Weaselbe how did this happen? Dose that mean I am Ronald Weasleys brother wait worse we are most likely twins. But I look so much like Lucius and he looks so much like that blood traitor Arthur Weasley. So how is it that we are related?

So many questions came into the young boys head. But he could not ask for answers because he was not meant to know about this hole thing especially the part were he is related to the Weasley family, out of all the family's in the wizarding community it had to be the Weasley family.

The next two weeks went by slowly, always hiding from his mother and father and only sneaking out to get food, and shower. finally it was time to go back to school and he was sure that he would not go back on the Christmas break.

As he seated himself in to the head boy and girl compartment he found none other then Hermione Granger sitting in there to.

"So are you this years Head girl?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face.

"Well of coarse I am other wise why would I be siting hear looking at you of all people?"

And with that he sniggered and sat down in the seat across from her.

The trip back to Hogwarts was actually quite enjoyable. For some strange reason he sat there have a very enjoyable talk to Hermione the whole time why was he all of a sudden being nice to the mud blood siting in front of him? They were always in battle he had even been punched by her in the third year, and now all of a sudden he likes her.

"Hey Granger you know you and me will be spending so much time together I" he commented snidely.

"Well Malfoy you know that I will have a say about" she snapped back Quickly.

As they got out of the train, to tell every one were to go Draco saw Ronald Weasley walking past him, he didn't feel like it could be true but it did not feel like a lie that him Draco Malfoy was related to that clueless wonder Weaselbe.

Though he hated the thought of helping his fellow class mates and fellow students of the school, he still told them all exactly were to go though.

And it was worth it well worth it until he and Hermione had to shear the last carriage up to Hogwarts.

After the great feast Draco walked into his new room. One thing he had to admit that it was a lot roomier without the extra four beds in it, then he only had one person to fight with in the morning about who gets the first shower, and only one other person will be in the common room.

He knew seeing that for the past few weeks he had not been getting much sleep he should get an early night, considering he had classes the next day.