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Xx All the things you took for granted

Hit you like a bullet in the gut

You can't get up

Well are you gonna even try?

Cause if you never even try

Time will pass you by xX

Chapter 1

Draco sat on the edge of his bed going over the previous evenings events. If this had been last year he would have felt elated that the youngest Weasel got what was coming to her. Oh how long he had waited for the day that he'd be able to get away with anything in Hogwarts. With the Carrows present and Snape as Headmaster it was like sodding Christmas come early. His father had informed him that things would be different at school with Dumbledore gone. He just didn't expect it to be so drastic. Sure Weasley had it coming when she mouthed off to Snape, but he never expected Carrow to perform such a spell in front of the students. In Draco's opinion it seemed absolutely stupid. It only exhibited brute strength and to be honest most of the blasted Gryffindors would find it an easy reason to retaliate. If Carrow had any sort of intellect in her crooked finger she would have threatened the Weasel with words.

He cursed to himself and fell back against the silver and green pillow in his four post bed. Hadn't he been the one to exhibit brute force on the red headed twit last night?

"Malfoy you coming?" Blaise Zabini called from behind the curtains.

Draco pressed his eyelids shut and forced his thumb and index finger to press along the bridge of his nose. "Don't wait for me."

"You are going to miss breakfast thought." Zabini let out a laugh. "With any luck we may get food and show again. Think that Mudblood lover will do anything fun today?"

Draco knew that Zabini was waiting right on the other side of his curtains, but he didn't bother moving. "Dunno Zabini. Really don't." He cleared his throat which was the usual indication that he wanted to be alone.

"Merlin Malfoy what the hell crawled up your arse and died over the summer?" The door of the dormitory opened, and he heard Zabini pause in the frame. "See you later then."

Malfoy merely scoffed and waited until the door slammed behind Zabini before moving from the bed. No one really understood what the hell had been happening at Malfoy Manor over the summer. He couldn't casually bring up the fact that his family was black listed from the Death Eaters for failing multiple missions the Dark Lord had set. Not to mention the fact that the sodding Dark Lord had decided to use the Manor for Death Eater headquarters. Everyday had become a display of death and disaster in his home, and the most he could do was force a look of pleasure to his face whenever someone like Greyback wandered into his home and reported the multiple muggle deaths.

He had no intention of heading to breakfast. Instead he paced back and forth in his room until he knew the Great Hall would be clearing out. Grabbing the black bag he used for his books, Malfoy draped it over his shoulder and removed himself from the Slytherin common room. The dungeons were deathly quiet, and he found his footsteps quicken on his way to the entrance hall. He had no idea what the hell Snape was playing at inviting the Carrows to teach at the school, but he wasn't about to sit back and watch it all from the side lines.

"Watch it." He sneered at a younger Hufflepuff who had emerged from a side corridor. The blonde girl squeaked out a cry and hurried off in the other direction without looking back. Malfoy didn't blame her.

He had grown quite a bit over the summer allowing the broadness of his shoulders to finally settle into his awkward shape. His hair had grown a bit , and he no longer fussed over it as much as he used to. There was still the obsession with dressing appropriately for someone of his status but that was a natural given. He adjusted the gray sweater that clung to his chest, and turned the final corridor that led to the staircase. He took the steps two at a time and found himself on the top landing. A few students were already hurrying off to class and Malfoy pushed by them with one focus set on his mind. He was going to get his schedule and get to class without speaking a single word to anyone.

"Ow!" His shoulder collided into a smaller individual, and Malfoy cast a sideways glance at the person. Her books had fallen across the floor, and she bent down on her knees to gather them. "You could at least help." Her voice he noted was more than tired, but he only stood over her and watched her gather her things. Apparently she had no idea who she was speaking up to or she wouldn't have asked for his help. When her eyes finally turned up to meet his he heard her breath hitch in her throat. "Forget it." She murmured, and turned her attention back to her things.

Malfoy didn't bothering retorting. He stepped over her, not forgetting to kick one of her books out of her reach, and entered the Great Hall.

McGonagall had been moving across the room towards the Ravenclaw table when she spotted him entering the room. "Ah Mr. Malfoy. Here…" She handed him his schedule and turned from him without another word.

He supposed he should have expected it. After letting the Death Eaters into Hogwarts last term he doubted anyone would treat him normally. Glancing down at the parchment in his hand he cursed under his breath at the sight of his first class. They had taken Defense Against the Dark Arts from the term and replaced it with plain old Dark Arts. He fought back a biting laugh. How quickly things change. Shaking his head he removed himself from the room before Pansy could corner him. He had caught her out of his peripheral and the look in her face was so damn determined. Draco wasn't ready to deal with her at the moment.

Moving with hurried speed from the room Draco found the staircase and bounded up them at record speed. It was the same trek he had made the previous evening when looking for Weasley. Still unsure why he had even bothered going after her, Draco made a left down the corridor and leaned his body against the stone wall. True there were about a million different things going on inside his head but it didn't change the fact that Weasley was a Bloodtraitor. She was everything that he was so against, and yet at the same time he couldn't help but wonder what it was she saw in righteous little Potter. The boy who everyone sodding loved. Deep within the pit of his stomach he felt an uneasy burning, and he spit on the corridor floor.

"Darco Draco…" A sniveling little voice came out from behind him, and Draco turned to face the body. Amycus Carrow. Draco cursed him mentally and folded his arms across his chest. "Here early for your first Dark Arts class?" He let out a fevered little squeak of delight. "Expect you to be top in class." He wheezed a bit and pushed into the classroom that had been used every year for Defense.

"Didn't know you'd actually be teaching." Draco followed Carrow into the room and took the seat furthest from the front. He placed his bag down on top of the desk and leaned back into the chair with apparent laziness.

"Your father suspects that you'd enjoy this class most this term. Says you've done nothing but complain about curriculum in the last five years." Amycus removed his wand from his pocket and began transfiguring the room into a dank dungeon type atmosphere. "You'll be pleased with our first lesson then. Very pleased indeed."

Draco was unsure about the eagerness in Carrow's eyes. Something about the way he was looking towards the door and then back to the parchment in front of him caused Draco to sit up a bit straighter as the first person walked into the room. Longbottom. It had to be Longbottom didn't it. The plump boy had grown just like Draco over the summer, and as he passed by the desk he was certain Longbottom scoffed under his breath. He had to admit the little Gryffindor bugger had grown a bit of nerve ever since joining up with Potter and his cronies two years ago. He shook his head casually as Longbottom took the seat to the far right of the room.

Over the next few minutes more students shuffled into the room, the Slytherins babbling on in excitement when they noticed Carrow standing in the front . The Gryffindors however looked absolutely uneasy, and Draco choked back a laugh at the sight. Merlin he loved watching the prats squirm like this.

A slam from the front caused them all to jerk their attention to where Carrow was standing. "This is your first Dark Arts class of the term." Carrow practically drooled over the podium he was standing at. "Turn to page forty six of your text and read the first paragraph."

Much to his distaste Draco opened up his text and turned to the spoken page. He didn't read. He didn't have to. The title at the top of the chapter was enough to let him know exactly what they were about to start learning. The Cruciatus Curse was something that had been widely used in the Manor over the summer holiday. He had witnessed his Auntie Bellatrix use it twice on a Mudblood they had captured outside the Manor, and he had used it himself on Ollivander when forced by the Dark Lord himself. He knew what was going to happen before Carrow even opened his mouth. Draco kept his eyes planted down on the text in hopes of avoiding the eventual question.

"The Cruciatus Curse is widely known across the wizarding world, and in my opinion isn't used nearly as much as it should be. For instance if we use this curse more frequently we can obliterate those who are resisting both the Ministry and the betterment of the Pureblood wizarding community. With that said…" Carrow stalked around from behind the podium and pointed towards the back of the room. "Mr. Malfoy will you please stand."

He knew why Amycus Carrow was doing it. The Dark Lord had grown suspicious of Draco's loyalties ever since the murder of the Muggle Studies Professor over the summer. His mother had even warned him of something like this. Granted she was trying her hardest to slip back into the loyal eye of the Dark Lord she had been certain to let Draco know that his seventh year at Hogwarts would be nothing short of difficult. Malfoy stood and stared back at Carrow with a unreadable expression.

"Good good…now." Carrow's eyes scanned the room until they landed on the head of Seamus. He reached back and grabbed the parchment that he had been looking at earlier. "Mr. Finnigan it states here that you have been sent in for questioning about your Halfblood status." Carrow watched as Seamus nodded slowly. "Well then although the Ministry feels that you are still able to attend school the truth remains that your blood is only half worthy to be present. Mr. Malfoy if you will." He gestured towards Seamus and Draco quirked a brow.

"If I will what?" His wand remained jammed in the pocket of his robes.

"If you will perform the Cruciatus Curse on Mr. Finnigan here we can study the dimensions of the spell." A sick twinkle of glee sparked behind Carrows eyes. "We'd all like to see exactly what the curse entails…" He gestured towards the Slytherin side of the class.

"You can't do that!" Neville had perked up from his seat. "It's an Unforgivable. It's against wizarding rule!"

"It looks to me that Wizarding rule has been changing Mr. Longbottom, and unless you wish to be on the receiving end of the curse…much like your dear sweet parents…then I would shut your mouth. Now Mr. Malfoy…"

Draco stood firmly in his place while his wand remained exactly where it was. A urged whisper from Pansy brought him out of the daze, and he slowly removed the wand from its place. Fear was etched in the features of Finnigan, and Draco couldn't bare to look at him. Fear disgusted the blonde haired Pureblood, and he casually lifted the wand and pointed it towards Seamus. "Crucio." He spoke the words so unwillingly that the tip of his wand merely sparked and the jet of light hit Seamus like a sting in his side.

"Mr. Malfoy." Carrow's eyes had widened a bit, and he took a step towards the center of the room. " I suggest you take this assignment seriously. I do not wish to have a repeat of last years circumstance."

Draco knew exactly what Carrow was referring too. The night they had cornered Dumbledore in the tower Draco had been slow to act on his mission. Hell, it was the sole reason he was cast down upon by the Dark Lord. Draco lifted his wand again and with the same lazy ambition cast the Crucio curse on Finnigan. This time the curse emitted a bit more then just a spark, but Carrow had obviously caught Draco's intentions. Carrow stormed so quickly across the room that he was at Draco's side almost immediately.

Carrow's voice hissed in his ear. "Cast it now young Malfoy or I will be forced to take up word with the Dark Lord. You do recall he is at the Manor with your precious Mother."

The quick fury that seized through Draco caused his upper lip to quiver, and he once again lifted his wand" Crucio." The curse hit Finnigan at full force causing the Gryffindor to tumble backwards and scream out in furious pain.

"Much better." Carrow slapped him lightly on the back which Draco had unexpected.

His wand aim slipped slightly and jerked wildly to the left hitting the podium and causing it to explode into shards of wood. Carrow's eyes bulged with fury, and he grabbed Draco by the sleeve and yanked him towards the door. "I think it is time you see the Headmaster, Draco. You need to straighten your priorities." Carrow pushed him from the room and slammed the door causing Draco's robes to flap around his ankles.

The walk to Snape's new office was a long and much unanticipated one. He had always assumed Snape's intentions the previous year was to receive the glory of the Dark Lord. When he had been the one to raise his wand and kill Dumbledore Draco knew he had been right. Now the bloody git was the Headmaster of the school and the Dark Lords right hand man. It was pathetic. Draco cursed under his breath again and found himself standing in front of the statue that had once been Dumbledores. Draco had recalled being up in the office only once his entire time at Hogwarts. It was an awkward sort of feeling knowing that the man in the office was a Death Eater. After so many years of planning the Death Eaters had finally achieved position inside the blasted school.

"Damn." He wiped his hand across his face and stared up at the statue. Carrow, the narrow minded twit that he was, had forgotten to tell him the password to even get into the office. Well at least now he didn't have to face any consequences.

As though mocking him the statue started turning and a pair of skinny legs became visible. The legs were followed by a perfectly round bottom and a small torso. A smirk formed on his lips, and Draco found himself pushing from the wall he had started leaning on. It was when the red hair hanging down her mid back came into view that he scrunched his nose in disgust. Had he just been ogling the youngest Weasel? When her face finally turned to greet his her chocolate eyes went from blazing to absolutely infuriated.

"What are you doing here?" She spat out at him as her tiny body moved by his.

"Could ask you the same thing." The corner of his mouth twitched.

She folded her arms across her chest. "Don't play games with me, Malfoy." She swung her hair over her shoulder, and Draco couldn't help to catch a glimpse of her cream colored neck.

"I wouldn't play a thing with you even if you paid me." He stepped by her as the entrance to the Headmasters office remained open. "Not that you'd be able to afford my company anyway." The staircase started to turn and he caught a glimpse of her finger shooting up to cast him a rude gesture.

Draco pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose again. It had become quite the habit ever since the summer. Something about the pressure point seemed to relax him, and he needed just that. First Carrow, then Weasley and now Snape. If the Gods wanted him dead why didn't they just strike him down right then and there. The staircase lurched slightly and came to a sudden halt. He didn't bother knocking on the door to the Headmasters office. Instead he barged right in causing Snape to turn away from the portraits on the wall with an almost terrified expression on his face. The moving portraits came to a halt, and Draco could have sworn he saw Dumbledore cast a glance at him before closing his eyes and returning to a slumber.

"Draco…" Snape pulled out the seat in front of him and took a seat gesturing for Draco to do the same. " Wasn't expecting you this morning. Weasley yes…but you…" He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Who sent you?"

"Professor Carrow." He stated bluntly, his eyes still lingering on the portrait of Dumbledore behind Snape. Even though the man was dead Draco felt a pressure of guily weight heavily down upon him. How much had he risked all for the Dark Lord? A power that he would be forced to live under the rule of for the rest of his life. He turned his attention back to Snape. " I wouldn't perform the Cruciatus on Seamus Finnigan."

Snape let out a frustrated sigh and wiped his hand over his elongated nose. "Draco I do not have time to watch over you such as I have before. Thing have changed if you havent noticed here."

"So can I leave then?"

Snape stood and turned his back to Draco. There was a second where Draco could have sworn he sensed Dumbeldore motion something in the portrait again, but dismissed it once Snape turned back towards him.

"Draco I have a proposition for you." Snape crossed the length of the room and came to pause in front of the pensieve that had once been Dumbledores. "I will avoid giving you any detention if you spend the remainder of your evenings reorganizing the Potions store room. After last year the room has become a bit, well, disastrous according to Slughorn. The insufferable bloke keeps pestering me to fix it for him." Snape sighed. "Apparently the lump has forgotten how to perform magic himself. If you would arrive there each evening at six after dinner we can forget the incident with Carrow even occurred. "

Draco pursed his lips together. "What's this really about? I'm not stupid you know."

Snape merely shook his head and faced the youngest Malfoy. Merlin if Lucius could put up with him so could he. "It's about you reorganizing the Potions down in the store room to avoid the newly forced punishments in detention. Now if you'd much rather take that detention it's fine by me…though I should mention detention, well all detention, is being administered by the Carrows." He said this lazily as though it didn't bother him, but Draco sensed the hint of disgust lingering behind the words.

"Fine. Six then." He stood from the chair, pausing another second to stare at Dumbledore's portrait.

"Six this evening, Mr. Malfoy." He held up his hand to halt the boys protest. "Six this evening."

Draco removed himself from the chair he had been sitting in and glared across at Snape. "Just because you've got this fancy new job doesn't mean you can treat me as though I am nothing. My father is-"

"Your father has disgraced his name along the lines of the Dark Lord. Do not fall prey to antics as well."

Draco narrowed his eyes coldly at the man and then stalked from the room without another word. The office had become silent again, and Snape turned back to focus on the portrait behind him. "The boy is becoming exceedingly difficult." Snape stared quietly at the portraits.

If anyone had walked into the room then and there they would have thought that the sallow looking man was talking to the wall. There was another pause of silence until the elder man in the portrait moved and Snape shifted slightly on his feet. "I told you before Severus…the boy must come to realize that he is no murderer. His loyalties have been tested, and young Mr. Malfoy does not share the same shadowed dreams of his father or Aunt."

"But how can you be so certain. He did after all-"

"He did after all complete the task set out for him last term, but did not follow through with the most important part. Draco has been forced his entire life to live in the footsteps of his father. I do believe he has come to realize that it is not the path he wishes to follow." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You know Mr. Malfoy well Severus. Do you truly believe that he is to succumb to the Dark Lord just like those who fail to take control of themselves?"

Snape paused for a moment and thought back to the years he had known Draco. Dumbledore certainly did have a point. For as long as Snape could recall Draco had never been one to settle for anyone else's rule. He had always been driven to appease himself, but Snape had always tallied that up to usual Slytherin behavior. "But how can you be certain? How can you assume that he would be willing to sacrifice his status?"

"You did." Dumbledore's voice was strained slightly. "You came to me and refused to be what you weren't. People can change Severus, and I believe Mr. Malfoy is balancing on the edge of that decision."

"And punishing him with this sort of detention will do what?" Snape scoffed. "He's going to become even more irritated once he realizes-"

"Severus, the heart can make one do miraculous things." He smirked. "And though you may think that that Malfoy's behavior is growing more difficult I see him differently. Malfoy has been taking life for granted a long while now, Severus. "

Snape leaned against the large desk and shook his head. He didn't quite believe that Dumbledore was thinking clearly. Malfoy never thought of anyone but himself, and he doubted the boys heart was anything but a solid brick of ice. Snape sighed and crossed the room towards the door. "I must go inform Slughorn that the store room will be under renovation come this evening. I suppose I should also inform Minerva." He shook his head. This idea was either going to be a brilliant one or a thunderous disaster. He was certain it was going to be the latter.

Ginny tossed herself down on the four poster and screamed murderously into her pillow. It had been one day and already she had received a blow from Carrow and forced into detention with the greasy git of a Headmaster. She hadn't even done anything wrong in the first place. There was only a small mention of rebuilding the DA with Neville, and somehow Snape had been standing right over her shoulder. Why didn't Neville get detention as well? It seemed as though the entire school was out for her simply because she was a Bloodtraitor. She hated it. Perhaps if she wrote an owl home to her mother she'd come and steal her away from the god awful place.

"Gin are you alright?" A voice came from just outside the door and she groaned." Fine Parvati. Tell Lavender I'm fine too." There was a muffled exchange of words and Ginny rolled her eyes. Couldn't everyone just leave her alone?

Closing her eyes and pressing her face further into the pillow Ginny allowed herself to find that sweet moment of sleep once again. The sting from her cheek still rose slightly as she laid there, but slumber overtook her quickly enough that the stinging barely affected her.

She was replaying the dream again. The kiss furious and lustful with Harry as they stood in her room. She hated herself for falling helplessly to the dream again. Each moment seeming to last longer then it really did. And then the dream was shifting again, and Ginny found herself standing in the middle of the wedding commotion. Kingsley's patronus had paused mere inches from her feet, and the common rush that had passed along throughout the crowd like wild fire.

She wondered where Harry had been at that point. Her eyes frantically had searched the crowd for him, but they found nothing but a mess of red hair and panic. A hand had taken hold of her elbow, and George had begun pulling her inside along with the rest of the family. She screamed in protest. Harry, Ron and Hermione were somewhere out there, and she needed to be sure that they were ok. Desperate to run back out into the yard she pulled at George only to find him grip tighter to her arm.

"George please!"

"Gin, there are Death Eaters out there. You need to hide. Go up to your room and lock the door we will try-"

Lucius Malfoy barged through the back door and stood menacingly in the frame. Ginny watched her mothers hand twitched towards her wand and her father back up in front of her. "Arthur I dare suggest you step away from your wife and proceed to take a seat with your family on this thing…" He pointed towards their large couch.

One by one the family took a seat, and Ginny clung desperately to George and buried her face in his shoulder. There was an overwhelming silence steadied between them, and Ginny lifted her face slightly to see the Death Eater Dolohov enter behind Malfoy.

"You." Malfoy's long pointed finger stopped in front of Ginny's eyes, and she felt George tense beside her. "Stand up…"

"Ginny wake up." A hand pushed her slightly in the side, and Ginny bolted upright in her bed. "Ginny are you alright?"

Ginny's forehead was sweating profusely, and she looked down into Natalie McDonald's worried face. " 'm alright." She swung her legs over the side of her bed and glanced around the darkened dormitory.

"I was coming up the stairs and heard you screaming at the top of your lungs. Kept yelling out things like someone was hitting you." Natalie's eyes were orbed and fearful, and she stood up allowing Ginny room to remove herself from her bed.

Ginny merely nodded and looked across at the clock present on the wall.

"Natalie…what time is it?" She squinted slightly to get a better glimpse at the wall.

"Bout five minutes to six. You slept right through dinner and all…and Gin where you going?"

Ginny was up and out of her bed in record time. Her feet carried her swiftly down the stairs and she pummeled through a group of first years and yelled back a quick apology. Her first detention of the term and she was going to be late for it. Merlin it would only give Snape another reason to punish her.

Dashing down one of the long corridors Ginny stumbled slightly down the staircase and landed at the bottom with a thud. A sharp twisting pain ran up her side, but she brushed it off and continued down towards the dungeons. Her feet skidded as she turned another corridor and a horrified yell passed through her lips at the sight.

Dementors? In the castle? Two of them bobbed in the air right along the edge of one of the passage ways. Back when she was in her second year she had been terrified of the things she had seen when the dementors got to close. Every horrible possessed memory of Tom Riddle had over taken her, and now as she stood at the edge of the corridor the same rush of worry came over her.

Suddenly she wished she didn't scream as the dementors had turned towards her and began drifting along the empty corridor. Removing her wand Ginny pointed it firmly at them and mustered up her happiest memory. "Expecto Patronum!" A feathery white light moved from the tip of her wand, but it barely reached the two approaching dementors. "Expecto…Expecto…" Her hand wavered slightly, and she yelled again as the rush of Harry's face filled her mind. "Expecto Patronum!" This time the spell hit the first dementor square in the chest, and her Patronus rushed off towards the next one. Both dementors turned to flee down the opposite corridor, and Ginny grinned. She had always done well with her Patronus when in the DA and now it was apparent that she still was able to cast the powerful magic.

Ginny turned to run back the other way when her body collided with another hard object. Forward she went, her eyes catching nothing but the hard ground she was about to hit. Instead a cushioned blow stopped her from careening with the floor, and Ginny felt her body sprawled across another.

"Well Weaselette are you going to just stay there all day, or are you going to remove yourself?" The voice quipped, and Ginny turned her head to look up at the frustrated face of Draco Malfoy.

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