An Unexpected Prophecy

Draco's POV

I walk back to my bedroom, my hair disheveled and wet and my mood, practically down the drain. With a flick of my wand my hair dries and with closed eyes, I walk blindly to my bed when I hit my toe on the chest in front of my bed. How lucky can I get? I let out a frustrated sigh. I open my eyes to find blood staining my feet. Looks like I injured myself, again. I have been careless these past few days, walking into walls, tripping on my own and now hurting myself. And now it seems as if I'm about to lose my grasp on reality. I flop down on my bed feeling the warmth of the covers seeping through my skin. This is just stress. I tell myself. I take a peek at my new room. It has green walls with silver linings. I see a polished oak desk with a matching straight-backed chair at the right side of my room beside a large oval window giving me a stunning view of the lake and the mountains beyond. My four-poster bed seems to be made of cherry wood. I notice that my covers are made of silk. A creamy beige underneath a dark green silk patterned with silver snakes. Not bad. I'm used to more extravagance but this will do. I stand up slowly as not to put too much pressure on my injured foot. I approach the window and I remember home. Home. Do I still have a home? Once again, I sigh. The green grass where I used to play Quidditch with Theo and Blaise, the black polished marble walls, the Ball Room where I held so many of my Christmas breaks with my family, all of those gone. In formality, there but the essence? Gone. Corrupted by the Dark Lord. My family made prostitutes by his dirty works. Finally, I have something to thank Potter for. Vocally, I would never thank him for finally killing the madman but maybe a silent thank you would be fine. I look out onto the sky and memories of my father flood my mind. There were times when he was actually a father to me. He would teach me Quidditch or how to duel. That was before You-Know-Who came back. Now, he is but a criminal on trial in front of the whole of the Wizengamot deciding shall he die a miserable death or forever rot in Azkaban. I'm hopimg for the former. He deserves it. He killed so many families pureblood, mudblood, or muggle. He tortured to please his master. He is a demon. I remember the times he'd beat me up. Screaming at the top of his lungs how unworthy I am to carry our name. His name. Yet my mother loved him. And she loves him still. My mother who sacrificed so much for me. My mother who mourned me the day I took the Dark Mark. She smiled. Pretended to celebrate but I saw underneath that beautiful smile of hers. She hated it as I. She does not deserve this; my mother whom I love dearly.

I shake my head. No. This won't do. I say to myself. I cannot lose of what little self control I have left within me. Involuntarily, I climb back to the covers, feeling warmth thaw my skin. I hate it how I'm always cold. I sink deeper under the comforter praying, Tomorrow. Tomorrow please be kinder.

I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and for a moment I feel as I'm back at the manor. As if the last seven years of my existence were just a rotten dream. But I know better and the thought of school brings me back from my reverie. I sit up and stretch my muscles. I grab my robe on the way to the bathroom. I open the painting of two lovers sitting underneath a tree that serves as the door to the bathroom. From the scent of vanilla and strawberries and the steam coming from the shower I assume Granger has already woken up. I inhale deeply. Mmmm. Vanilla and strawberries. Wait. What? I feel sickened by this. I just inhaled the scent of a mudblood. I really am going mad. I fill the pool beside the shower with water. It only takes seconds to fill the pool and I pour in my own scent, chocolate and apples. I take a shower and then dip in the pool. After I have done a few short laps considering the pool isn't that big I towel myself and I put on my towel, preparing to leave the room. I don't want to be late since it is the first day of classes. As I open the portrait hole I hear a gasp. I look up to see Granger already in her uniform and a slight pinkish tinge staining her cheeks. I look around and notice that I'm only half covered with my towel and naked at the upper half. I feel a blush of my own starting and heating my cheeks. I quickly summon my robe and silently curse myself for being daft enough to leave the bathroom half covered when fully aware that at any moment Granger could appear. "Still staring I see," I say knowing that soon enough silence would creep in from our embarrassment and that would be pretty awkward. She stiffens before narrowing her eyes warily at me as if at any moment I would become something dangerous. Well, basically I am dangerous considering my…record.

"I am not." She says, her blush becoming redder.

"Well then. Go on. Get lost." I say turning my back to her. I start to walk.

"You can't tell me what to do ferret." I cringe at the memory. No one has called me that in two years. And I will not hear about it again. I pause as I slowly turn to face her.

"No. I can't," I say, disgust lacing my words. "But if you do not get your ass out of here I would assume that you do like what you see you disgusting, filthy little mudblood!" I spat at her. Her hands turned to fists as she took her wand from her pocket; her eyes probably seeing red. I take a step back as I non-verbally disarm her and I catch her wand in my hands. I'd probably end up in the hospital wing if I don't. I can see she's surprised. She approaches me and I take another step back. This could be third year all over again but instead she lays out her palms at me and says, "My wand please." This shocks me. She has never been this polite with me.

"I cannot trust you that you will not harm me." I say gripping her wand tightly. I know non-verbal magic but that would be too exhausting. "You can trust me," says Granger. "I doubt that." Still I hand over her wand. She takes it back before looking at me in the eye and say, "You have a rotten attitude."

"Glad you noticed." I say evenly. I look at her in the eye. I never knew she had chocolate brown eyes.

"You are a pompous, presumptuous, arrogant, egotistical, selfish and ungrateful." She says fiercely.

"Selfish? You think I'm selfish? You have no idea what I have done for other people!" I spat out. "If I was selfish then you, your weasel and scarhead wouldn't be here! I've helped your Order capture countless Death Eaters-" "For your safety!" she says interrupting me but I go on, her face a violent shade of purple. "I only joined to keep my mother safe!" I scream. Somehow, her expression softens but I can still see unbelief on her face. "You know what," I say taking a step towards her. "You're not even worth this." And with that I storm off into my room without giving her a second glance. How dare she? Accuse me like that without even knowing what I have done to save numerous lives! That mudblood! I give out an angry grunt. Why am I being affected by this? Ugh. I look up to see a painting I had not noticed yesterday of a knight riding a black horse at the top of my bed's headboard. He peered at me curiously before speaking. "Woman troubles?" the knight asked. "As if." I snort. I hurriedly put on my uniform and robes knowing that if I don't get a move on I won't be having breakfast. After magically gelling my hair to perfection, I sprayed on my perfume. I check myself on the mirror and after deeming myself presentable, I run out of my room. I'm about to open the portrait hole when I hear a sizzling sound. I turn around to the smell of toast, bacon and hot blueberry muffins. I curiously follow the smell and I find myself in a small room that seems to be a miniature kitchen. There is a marble counter in the middle made of polished oak and a sink in the middle. The walls were midnight blue and the floor was made of white carpet. There are glass cabinets on the far side of the room. I enter the room when I hear a cough from behind. I immediately turn around to see her facing me. Her eyes not meeting mine but instead she stared straight on. "There's food on the counter," she says still not looking at me which is fine. "Professor McGonagall said that we should be patrolling together tonight." She continues. I grab a muffin and start to exit when she grabs my arm. I stiffen at the feeling. This mudblood's got guts. I say to myself. I don't move and I think she knows she made a wrong move and she lets go of my arm. "Look," she began. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha-" she continues but I interrupt her. "Forget about it mudblood," I start to walk. "And stop pestering me." I leave her once more. I sigh. Couldn't I just a have a day where no one bothers me? I summon my books and with that I go to class.

My prayers, unfortunately, were not answered. It's only the first day of class and the professors are already giving out loads of homework. And here I am onto my next subject. Potions with the Gryffindors. And I'm late. Thanks to a certain bushy haired filth who managed to arrive before me. She's already seated and I glare at her drilling holes at the back of her head. She will pay. I find my seat between Blaise and Theo, two of the handful of people I trust my life with. I stalk my way to them praying Merlin that Slughorn won't notice my absence. I succeed and I sit between the two of them. I can see that the Gryffindorks are staring at me. I glare, challenging them to expose me. No one speaks. I take out my Potions book when Blaise taps my shoulders. I look at him. "Where were you this morning?" he asks. Slughorn stands up from his desk. "You weren't at your bed last evening. Where'd you go?" Theo says on my left. It's comforting that they care but really? I can manage well by myself. "I'll explain later." Is all I say. I see Slughorn peeling his eyes from our Potions book and gave us all a big smile. "Good morning students!" Slughorn said cheerily. I roll my eyes. There is nothing good about this morning. "A new year is coming our way and so is a new beginning. So I have decided to start this term with a year-long project." I groan. Don't get me wrong. I'm a great potioneer. It's just that it's only the first day of term and a project is suddenly shoved in our face. I look around to see the unhappy faces of my fellow students. "I will be putting you in pairs and I expect that everyone will participate." He said pointedly to Weasel. Apparently only Granger does the work. "Your project will be to make your own potion." He said excitedly. He seems to be the only excited person in the room. Well, also Granger. "I will be assigning you in groups of two." Slughorn took out a fishbowl with scraps of paper rolled tightly. "To make it fair, the ladies will be picking their partners from this bowl." I'm praying it will not be some Gryffindor. Please. The girls start picking. Some giving flirty winks to me, Blaise and Theo and some giggling ridiculously with no apparent reason. After every girl has picked their mystery partner, they were to say the names out loud and stand by next to them. "Let us start with Ms. Patil please." Slughorn said rocking on the balls of his feet with excitement. "Finnigan, Seamus." Patil says and a whole bunch of girls start to giggle. "Ms. Parkinson, please." Slughorn say. Pansy slowly opens her piece of paper, her eyes on me. She looks at the paper and shock replaces her smile for a moment then disgust, making her pug-ish looks even more pug-ish. She looks like she's about to gag.

"We-Weasly."

I look over to the Weasel and I see that his ears has turned pink to orange to red making him look as if his ears are on fire. I put on a smirk. This might be fun after all. After a lot of wolf whistling and jeering, it was time for the G category.

"Ms. Greengrass."

"Nott." says Daphne with a slight blush. I poke Theo at the ribs and he curses at me. I can tell that he's blushing even if he's trying to hide it. They've been fancying each other since fifth year but their too proud to admit it. We are Slytherins. I wolf whistle nonetheless.

"Ms. Granger."

I turn to the mudblood as she opens her piece of parchment steadily when a grim expression overtakes her face.

"Malfoy, Draco."

Bloody hell. I narrow my eyes at her as if this is her fault. No. I will not have her as my partner. Eerie silence fills the room and I look at Granger angrily then at Slughorn whose face is grim; back to Granger and to Slughorn.

"Professor," I began. "You cannot possibly allow me to associate with a mudblood!" I spat at her.

"SHUT UP MALFOY!" screamed someone from behind me. I turn around to see Weasley approaching me his wand pointed at my heart. I disarm him but he still stalks towards me. "YOU SAY SORRY TO HER YOU DESPI—" He didn't get to finish his sentence as he throws a punch at me in which I easily dodge. He takes a step back his face a purple plum. He takes a swing back at me and I hear the Slytherins cheering, "Fight, fight, fight!" Above it all, I can hear Granger screaming for Weasley to stop. He throws another punch at me and I catch it with my left hand. I spin his arm around me as I pull it to take him to the ground. As I did so, he takes hold of my tie and we both crash; him throwing punches at me. I hear a sickening crunch of bones as the weight is lifted. I stand up when I feel arms helping me. I push it away. I open my eyes to see blood on my shirt and more blood flowing out of my now crooked nose. I start to advance on a restrained Weasly cursing when Slughorn appears in front of me.

"Merlin's beard Draco!" Slughorn squeaks his face aghast. "Escort Draco to the Hospital Wing. Now." I start to walk when I fell an arm on my shoulder. I walk past Pansy, her face horrified.

"DETENTION !" I hear Slughorn scream as Blaise opens the dungeon door for me.

"That bloody peasant will have it! I swear he'll have it! I swear I'll KILL him!" I shout. I'm beyond anger. I'm seeing red between my eyes. I storm into the hospital wing, banging the doors open.

"Calm down Draco!" said Theo with a panicky look on his face.

"Calm down? Calm down?" I say in a dangerously low voice. "DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN WHAT HE DID TO ME? ARE YOU THAT BLIND?" I scream at him, fully aware that my voice can be heard a floor down. Blaise pushes me down to one of the beds that line the walls. I hear a door creak open and Madam Pomfrey walks in. "What are you screaming about?" she asks in a hysterical tone. I hear a sudden gasp. "Mr. Malfoy, Merlin's pants you look horrible!" She probably noticed my blood soaked shirt.

"Thanks." I reply.

"Wha-what happened?" she said, her cool demeanor whenever she's about to face a patient on her face.

"Muggle fight." Blaise replied simply. Theo is beside him, watching me with a cautious gaze. She tilts my head this way and that before giving out a sigh. I kind of feel a little light headed.

"Episkey." I cry out as a sudden pain like a needle piercing my skin shots through my nose.

"Scourgify." Whispers the nurse and I see my shirt is as good as new. She goes to a cabinet and pulls out a small bottle filled with thick, grey liquid. She hands it over to me. "Drink this and rest. I will dismiss you before dinner." She turns to Blaise and Theo, looks at them for a moment, walked around my bed, and held the door open for them.

"Please leave Mr. Malfoy alone to rest in peace," she said, pointing them out of the hospital. "And I will be putting an Imperturbable Charm so don't even think of breaking in," she said before closing the door. She turned to me and took out another bottle.

"A potion for a dreamless sleep," I took the bottle with the grey liquid and I popped it open. I drink it and I find myself wanting to gag. It tastes like metal and salt. Tastes much like blood.

"What is this?" I say. My vision blurs and I see the room turning upside down; I grip the sheets like a vice.

"Blood Replenishing Potion," said Madam Pomfrey. She pushes me down to the bed. "Drink this," she said indicating to the second bottle of potion of clear liquid much like water. I push it down and instantly feel drowsiness. "Rest, Mr. Malfoy." I hear the nurse say before I slip into oblivion.

I wake up to the feeling of a soft prodding on my shoulder. I wiggle my fingers and the prodding gets faster. "Mr. Malfoy, wake up." I hear Madam Pomfrey say. I groggily sit up and open my eyes.

"You are going to be late for dinner Mr. Malfoy if you don't get a move on." She said irritably.

I push my knuckles to my eyes trying to get my sense of balance as I leap off the bed. I flex my shoulders and shake my head as she pushes me out the door. "Hurry Mr. Malfoy or you'll miss the announcement." She said as she closed the double doors. I hurry off to the Great Hall dodging Peeves who was hurtling gum with a maniac expression; probably sent off the Great Hall by McGonagall. I locate the Great Hall and see that it is filled up with students digging into their plates. I walk up to the Slytherin table a find my usual seat between Theo and Blaise.

"You all right, mate?" Theo asks, shoving a sausage into his mouth. Clearly he is over my anger earlier. "Fine," I said piling food to my empty plate. "What happened while I was gone?" I ask forking a mushroom. "Nothing much," answered Blaise. "Just a foot-long essay for Binns and a new charm from Flitwick." He looked over me with a curious look. "So," he began. "When are you going to tell us why you disappeared last night?" He asked as Theo scooted closer, shoving another sausage into his mouth. "McGonagall sent for me," I said, scanning the Great Hall for a certain bushy haired beaver. I don't know why I'm looking for her. Most probably for our Potions project. I make a face. "Appointed me as Head Boy," I say, returning to my plate. "Knew you'd get it, mate!" Theo said patting me at the back and giving out a silly laugh. Wait till they hear who the Head Girl is. "So whos-?" Blaise started before being interrupted by a tinkling sound that indicated the Headmistress's speech. All the students unhappily peel their eyes from their plates and cheery conversations and looked up to the Headmistress.

"Good evening students," she began. "I am very sorry to disturb you from your conversations," she said with a small smile that I never thought the professor was capable of showing before the war ended. Odd.

"But it seems as I have forgotten to announce yesterday evening whom I have chosen as the Head Boy and head Girl is." She continued, her smile faltering. "Let us congratulate Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger." She said, gripping the golden pulpit tightly. There's a collective intake of breath. The Great Hall is so silent; you can hear a pin drop. I look up to Theo. "You…she…mudblood…together…" he said, stuttering, his face disbelieving. "I know," I say grimly. He looks at me for another second and his shocked expression is replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Shut it." I say warningly and see that Blaise's face is as the same as Theo's. Silence fills the hall and I notice that every eye is glued to either me or Granger. I look to her and see that the weasel's face is as red as a tomato his mouth hanging open. I turn to McGonagall and for a second she glances at me before clapping awkwardly. After about ten seconds, the teachers followed suit and then the students. I steal a glance at Granger and see that Weasley is shaking her arms with such force her hair is flying everywhere. Finally, everyone returned to their conversations, except Blaise and Theo. I raise my eyebrows to them.

"You're taking this…calmly," says Blaise with a grin on his face. "If I didn't know better I'd reckon your liking this." He says gruffly. I sneer at him. "I am in no way liking this, Blaise." I spat. "I just knew this before you. So I've overcome the shock," I say in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Whatever." says Blaise the grin still on his face and I hear Theo give a small chuckle. I narrow my eyes at them. Oh really? I think. Do they really dare tease me? How very Gryffindor of them. I scoff. I continue eating my food even if my appetite has decreased. I'm about to abandon them when I hear a chair topple and almost as if on cue, all noise in the hall fades. I scan up and down the hall looking for the origin of the sound when my eyes settle on Trelawney, our Divinition professor. She's standing up rigidly, her back a little bended and her once clear eyes turn hazy and grey. She sways then slaps the table and speaks in a voice not her own.

"As the ninth moon approaches….two enemies, sworn to kill the other shall be bound by magic, ancient…...the Dark Lord has passed but Alas! …His wrath has not...to pierce the heart through the looking glass…the light shall shine…blood by blood they shall kill; To accept the truth…darkness shall befall….as ninth moon approaches…darkness will envelope us once more…" Silence fills the air and I feel a cold chill down my spine. Not even the sound of breathing can be heard. All eyes are set upon the deranged professor. I didn't take Divinitions but it is plain as can be what we just witnessed. It was a prophecy and who ever these "sworn enemies" are, they must stop the Dark lord's wrath. So the war isn't over yet? I sigh. So much for the peace that we thought we could at last enjoy.

For a minute more, Trelawney stands there, mouth agape, when she bends over as a fit of coughs attack her. Once she has recovered, in which the student body has not yet moved a muscle, asks in her normal wispy voice, "I'm sorry…but is there something wrong?" she asks genuinely. I frown. I look at Blaise and he shrugs. Once more, I look to McGonagall but shock is all I can see in her face and on the other professors. She recovers and she rises to her feet, and hurriedly ushers all the students out.

"I believe it is best if all of you would return to your dormitories." She says with a grim expression. All of us, table by table, exit the Great Hall murmuring about what happened as if it was some show. I walk the opposite way since I will not be sleeping in the Slytherin dormitories anymore. As I walk quietly, I decide to neglect my Head Boy duties for the night considering I am still "ill". I murmur the password, "chocolate frogs", and enter the cavernous room. I instantly go to my bedroom and with clothes still on, I flop onto the bed. I ponder on the things that has happened today as sleep slowly takes me prisoner.

A/N: How'd you like it so far? :) Not the best chapter, I know but it's the best I came up with. Another note, we'll be posting chapters every saturday (in your case either Sunday or Monday). Depends on where you're living actually.

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