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Chapter 2

"You're dead, Potter."

"Funny, you would think I'd stop walking around…"

Flying through the air I took a deep breath and smelled the frozen wind with a smirk on my face, the closest thing to a smile I've had in a long time. I glided through the storm easily, knowing how to navigate the cold much better than my teammates. I left the scolding to Goyle and Blaise, who would often turn against each other at a moment's notice. There was still some tension there along with everyone else in our group. No one knows what to do with Crabbe gone. I flew and raced after the snitch, catching it and showing it off before releasing it again. I did this over and over, until my teammates all began to drift towards the ground, too tired to practice any longer.

When I was new to the team, I was always the first one to give up for the day, too tired to do it any longer. Now I know that practice is needed in order to become a better team. Before it was just for the glory which is probably why I never took it seriously, as a man, it's for the relief of being free.

I swooped down to join them. Once I got off, the team headed over to me. I found myself face to face with the boy replacing Crabbe rather quickly though. He was glaring at me and his cheeks were pink and puffy but this didn't seem to mean much to him as he shoved me roughly. "What the hell are you playing at? Straight practice for three hours! How are we supposed to win anything if you aren't actually coaching us and just thrusting us into game like situations? It wouldn't help nearly as much as an actual strategy!" He shouted until his voice became hoarse with the strain.

"A waste of time," I murmured lightly making him wince before a sudden realization came over his pale pointed features. Instantly he began nodding with a light smile on his face as though I were agreeing with him or something. Goyle and Blaise were at my side instantly. He must be an idiot to think I was speaking with him on the matter, especially considering he's acting as though I'm agreeing with his stupid comment. Sure, learning strategies helps, but not if we're too weak to be able to handle them.

"So you want us to stop it? It's wasting your precious time, right?" Blaise asked with a smirk on his face. I sighed and nodded dramatically. He still didn't seem to understand as his smile became wider. I must have miscalculated in the changing room. He really does have something in common with Crabbe, both are and were complete morons.

"You take right and I'll take left." Goyle said letting Blaise know it'll be the opposite due to Goyle's uncanny ability to be a complete imbecile. Instantly they had the kid by the arms, as they dragged him away into a corner to be brutally beaten. I looked over the other team members and watched as they stared in horror at the replacement who insisted on testing my patience.

"Great practice today! I really enjoyed it Malfoy! We are definitely going to win the game against Gryffindor!" My Keeper grinned as though thinking that this pathetic array of compliments will please me in some way. My chest felt hollow and cold leaving me to frown and pant softly. I just brushed him off and went to shower and change.

Crabbe was better than this idiot, but I shouldn't cry over spilled milk. Someone will think I'm a poof if I keep destroying Crabbe's replacement. That doesn't matter though, because I'm not bent and I'm too frozen to care. The changing process was simple because they always let me have the largest shower and the most space when it comes to the room. Everyone else was chatting about school and girls while Blaise and Goyle made sure to stay by my side always. Well, not in the shower obviously.

I was the first to get into the school so I leisurely walked into the Great Hall for dinner, having left Blaise and Goyle to clean up their mess with the replacement. A piece of parchment and quill in my hand so that I may be able to write the letter my father requested. I'm a puppet, there's a necessity with showing kindness towards that family, and there's wisdom in obeying my father. But it hurts and I wish I didn't have to do it.

I shall continue to spend my life doing whatever I can to keep this ice within me, because without the cold then what do I have? I noticed the Chosen One looking annoyed as he stabbed his food. My attention shifted to the food on the table just as Blaise and Goyle showed up. Luckily the house elves have given more variety and have served cold turkey and potato salad. I gathered my food, along with some lettuce due to my mother's nagging about my nutrition, and ate slowly, making sure to show off my aristocratic upbringing. As a child I was often told to show off my manners as much as possible in the hopes that someone important might notice. So far no one has.

"Did you hear that Harry Potter is in love with Albus Dumbledore? There's apparently some sick pedophilia thing going on between them." Pansy laughed, holding up a newspaper that she had undoubtedly filched from some poor Hufflepuff. I smirked lightly and took the paper from her before skimming it over.

Amusing, complete shite but amusing nonetheless, I smirked over at Potter when I noticed him looking at me and then sipped my pumpkin juice gingerly. The hero is the one being tortured by the news, not the villains. The irony is just too perfect; I almost wanted to laugh but managed to hold it in. He sent a heated glare in my direction causing me to almost choke on my pumpkin juice. He shouldn't have done that while I was drinking! What if it came out of my nose?

"Are you alright, Draco?" Pansy asked from beside me, her eyes drooped and her tone an attempt at being seductive which has failed beyond measure. I eyed her and then looked away. "I could make it all better if you want me too…" This time when I looked at her I took it all in, her beauty and the obvious promise in her voice, along with the cleavage she managed to position her robes into showing.

"I'm not so desperate as to accept such a disturbing proposition." I informed her blandly before getting up to leave, hardly touching my food once more. My mouth has become hot with rage, an odd feeling that I haven't felt in a long time. I did once though. As I left the Great Hall I began to think back on it.

When I was six years old my parents introduced me to Crabbe and Goyle with the simple instructions to use them as I will for whatever reason I want. That's all I was told and so I was childish enough to think I could make them my friends. Every day they would come to the Malfoy Manor and we would play countless wizarding games and sometimes I would make them train me for hours a day in Quidditch, that way I'd be sure to make the team in my second year of Hogwarts. This was back before it was a competition with Potter. We laughed and played together, and I enjoyed their company, even if the two were rather slow at times.

One day they didn't come over like I expected and instead I was met by my father looking ready to kill. His eyes were full of rage and disappointment, as though I had failed him in some way. Which in a way I did, but there was no way for me to know any better at that point in time. "Draco," My name came out as a curse, as though I should be ashamed that I am the thing that bears that name. I stared up at him levelly even though my insides were trembling in fear. I was six years old and had never been the cause of such anger from the man I call father. "Have you had fun with Crabbe and Goyle?" He asked softly, his voice sickeningly sweet.

I smiled up at him, happy the conversation had changed for the better. "Yes I have, father. They are fun to hang out with and seem to understand me very well. I believe we will be friends soon." I grinned, using all the words my mother had taught me this year, in order to show my good upbringing off. He just smiled sweetly at me before grabbing handfuls of my white-blond hair. It hurt… the way he yanked and lifted me by it. Usually he wouldn't harm me; in fact, this was the first time he ever did. I knew I must have been very bad to get such a punishment from him.

"We do not become friends with our servants, Draco. Having fun with them is a waste of time; you should be spending your time being the best rather than having fun and playing games! Work on your studies and train harder on Quidditch! No laughing or lazing about! You are going to school in five years time and by then you need to be the best and make the top marks in school! Harry Potter has been living with Muggles and he's sure to be better than you due to your frivolous desires and habit of wasting your time and mine. Now go. I don't even want to look at you." He spat making my eyes widen as tears swelled up. "Don't cry Draco, I may just have to disown you." It was cold, but later on I made fun of that moment. Sometimes it's better to pretend like it doesn't hurt rather than holding your wound close. I still remember trying and failing to hold back my tears. It was the first time I remember crying. But my father was fine.

He walked off with grace as my mother rushed forward from the shadows. She straightened my nice robes and then smoothed my hair back. "Do what your father says, but don't worry. He's not as angry as he seems. He truly does love you but just wants you to do better." She smiled, but I could see something wrong about it. It was a lie. She was lying to my face and the worst part was that I knew. That young and I knew that she was lying to me about my father's feelings toward me. This was the day I got a glimpse at what it means to be my parents' pawn.

After that Crabbe and Goyle were no longer blokes I could laugh and hang out with. Instead they were bodyguards and loyal servants who cared for my every desire and whim. They were a bit shocked with the change of relationship between us but they seemed to realize that it hurt me too and did their best to do as they were told. We became even closer due to that, which is something my father and mother still don't realize.

Sitting in Charms I tried not to think of it much more, especially with Goyle on the verge of blowing something up and Blaise watching me with those calculating eyes of his. He's always been more intuitive than the others and tends to notice things I'd rather he remain to blind to. At the moment his eyes were more wide with shock then with realization.

"You already mastered the charm?" Blaise asked in astonishment as I just waved my wand lazily, causing Goyle to become silent even as he tried to talk or scream. It was basic really, and I could do much more than that, but sheer laziness made sure I refrained from showing off more than was required as a Malfoy. I'm never the first one to master a charm, that honor is for Granger, but I am always second and I do it with the grace and ease as all the previous members of the Malfoy family have done before me. I was told at a young age that names define standing and so my own, which has been highly praised in the past, has been my label. Until last year my name was golden but as of now my name has ceased to have its influence and instead has horror and betrayal attached to it.

Thinking of all that I've lost has been a constant lately. Snape would have yelled at me long before now to stop behaving like such a child and to get over it while focusing on the future. He's always been protective, trying to bring me up to par while secretly coaching me to be strong and brave. The lessons he taught didn't help me though. I still ran away, and I'm still coping with my losses.

Placing a finger in my pocket I held on tight to a piece of ice that will never melt. I had acquired it from Severus in his will, along with several galleons of gold. He had also left a letter but I have yet to open it. Not worth my time, really. The chill made me close my eyes as I traced along the sharp edge of the ice, wondering if Severus would do this as well in order to help him maintain his mask. I blinked hard and looked out the window at the sun which decided to shine too bright for me to ignore. I cast a spell softly to myself making it shielding my eyes against the bulk of it and allowed me to look out the window without the fear of my eyes burning out of their sockets.

Days have been passing almost lazily, with no threats or anything odd going on. It seems as though we all finally get a normal school year, but I almost prefer something terrible to be going on. Then I could maybe show that I'm good and that I can do good work and then live my life doing what I want because I have restored my family's honor and no longer have to deal with these shackles. Glancing down at my wrists, I could almost picture them bolted tightly to each, heavy and golden with the family crest.

I traced flames along my arm, not thinking of Potter or fire in general… My thoughts resided on a very specific flame that roared out of control, making sure to cause me to fear for my life, not once thinking about anyone else until a certain hero flew back for something. I left my life in someone else's hands without any real choice and in the end I had forgotten about someone else's life. It's a pity, truly so. But it's not one I should mull over, especially since it's a waste of time and I can't have that. No, I should stop thinking of the idiot who ended his own life thanks to an out of control spell. I should completely forget about him. But… can I? My fingers clasped the shard of ice tighter in my fingers. Crabbe was an idiot… a fool. I have to forget him. There is no point in remembering his existence. So why the hell am I remembering him? Why can't I forget?

"Hey Draco are you okay, you look a little… off." Blaise said intelligently and stared at me closely as though the closer he gets the more likely he'll notice something that he didn't before. I ignored him, even with the knowledge that it should be Crabbe in that seat.

Water rehydrated my eyes but didn't threaten to become tears or anything stupid like that. No, my dry eyes were simply un-drying themselves… which sounds stupid even in my head. I just frowned and looked at Granger who was showing off for anyone who could see her, Weasley just looked confused and bored. I didn't dare shift my eyes over to Potter, so instead I just conjured the spell again, only on Blaise this time so I could have peace and quiet for once.

When will my life stop being so dull?

Once class ended I left swiftly and didn't bother to bring back my friends' voices, leaving them to get the teacher to help them before finding a way to chase after me. By the time they begin their search I should already be long gone. Walking swiftly out the main doors, I stuck to the shadows and headed around the castle towards the bridge, the one that comes out almost directly in front of the Forbidden Forest. Once I got to the middle portion of the bridge I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply as the wind pounded against me.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Pansy asked as I slowly slid to the ground knowing very well this is the bridge that Harry had flown through a couple years ago in order to attempt to lose a dragon. I'm not competing against him while I'm just sitting here, it'd be stupid to compete with the wizarding world's savior after all. All I'm doing is simply sitting on this bridge, the worst danger I'm in is the fact that my legs are outside of the safety of the wooden handles. I kicked my feet in the air before realizing it must look ridiculous, finally I turned to the black haired, ignorant, wench who insisted on disturbing my alone time.

"Even if I was, I wouldn't be waiting for you. Go away Pansy, and take a hint please, I'd prefer not to waste my time associating with you." To be honest, I'd rather not waste my time with anyone. Saying this last bit might have helped her though. Her eyes watered and her fists clenched, but her glare showed me the strength she tends to hide behind her girly demeanor. I smiled softly at this but she was already stalking away, leaving me alone to my thoughts and the cool brush of wind against my cheeks. That's when those thoughts I hate came back with a vengeance.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe I should have died, when the Dark Lord did. I wasn't particularly loyal to him; I am loyal to my family. That was his biggest mistake with the Malfoy group, he threatened us, and so we betrayed him. I couldn't bring myself to say that the boy with the bloated and blotchy face was Harry Potter, and I couldn't kill Albus Dumbledore. The Dark Lord threatened my family and I was too scared to be able to do as he asked, and I worked hard though to prove my loyalty in groveling and doing as my parents requested but I never killed or tortured. I couldn't do it. But even then the guilt is in place, even in my apathetic heart it's still there… or at least slight glimmers are.

It doesn't matter though because we're alive. We all made it out and I'm glad my deranged cousin died in battle. It suited Bellatrix to die by her master's side even though he didn't give a damn about her. She was willing to because she knew somewhere deep inside her that he would win. But he didn't, and she died before he lost. If I died then I wouldn't have turned so cold, maybe my skin would be porcelain again instead of a grey sickly mess. I would be somewhere with porcelain skin and perhaps a smile on my face as I do whatever it is that dead people do.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asked but I ignored him and instead focused on the ground and at the sharp rocks that lay there so casually. If I jumped, would I die before I hit the ground or would I die on impact? Or perhaps… would I just lie dying with rock points piercing my body as I waited for death all alone? I like the last option best, I'm a Malfoy, and it would be a fitting end to the Malfoy name. "Are you deaf or are you so childish that you're just going to ignore me now?" The voice seemed irritated now, but I could care less. It's his own fault that he's here, not mine. One of my shoes dropped casually down towards the rocks, letting me watch it with grim fascination. "Accio shoe," He sounded almost bored as he said the spell. My shoe rose up and landed in his hand. "Malfoy, you should get away from there, what if you fall? I don't think the spell will bring you back up here to me." He said nervously.

I turned and glared at Potter, as he just looked at me with an anxious yet worried expression. I just stood up slowly, refusing to allow my foot that had no shoe to touch the disgusting wooden floor. "Give me back my shoe, Potter." I ordered, holding out my hand. He just smirked at me and held it behind his back with an obnoxious grin.

"What's the magic word?" Potter asked, seeming to be enjoying himself immensely. I just scowled. We don't play games, we never have. He shouldn't be acting so casually with me anyhow. Why in the hell is he even bothering with me? I could have received an answer to my morbid question, or maybe just a hint of an answer. That's when I realized something I could say that would make him give it back.

"Do you really want to touch my things that badly? Or are you just looking for the attention that I have failed to give you these past few days?" I asked more in anger than curiosity. My foot felt odd since I'm not used to having one foot without a shoe on it. I usually have two house elves putting on my shoes at the same time so this is a rather odd experience for me. Perhaps tonight I should just lie in bed with only one sock on while the other is bare.

"Sorry, Malfoy, I'm not part of your fanclub. Don't you have to be a Slytherin for that? They're the only ones who need your almost-decent reputation." He sneered, but it looked odd on him, and obviously didn't fit, so naturally his sneer had no affect on me except maybe the urge to smile at his idiocy. No Malfoy ever smiles in amusement. We may pretend in order to get on the good side of a particularly reputable wizard, but never out of our own joy or happiness.

I looked down at the rocks and felt my eyes dry, and found myself blinking rapidly to fill them back up with enough water to be comfortable. "Here, sorry about being such an arse, I was just trying to make sure that you're okay. The date is coming up after all." Potter said softly making me blink in surprise at him, not knowing the date he's talking about. Finally he just smiled and patted my shoulder before running off. I watched him go and then placed my shoe on stiffly, it took a couple tries but I figured out how to do a decent enough knot, and luckily the robes should be covering my horrible job anyhow.

I should ask father if there are self-tying shoes I could buy, and I should also ask him if he thinks a jump off of this bridge would kill me immediately or if it would be slow and painful. On second thought, no, I shouldn't. He may get the wrong impression.