Goodbye Reflection

Chapter 3, Two Malfoys

A/N: Dear readers, I probably went a bit to far with the plant (you will read later) but well I was board p and wanted to make it interesting.. Here you will notice that Harry has feelings for Hermione.


Looking back at Chapter 2:

Silent movements reached his ears. There was another presence, but he could not see who it was as the dark overtook the room. Draco laboriously fought himself up from his bed and felt the bedside table for his wand. Ridiculous as he thought his imagination was, he was afraid that even though RamoraBlacknight was dead, she had come back to avenge him for killing her. He opened his mouth to question the unknown company, but instead he gasped as a figure came closer and closer to the bed. Draco finally got hold of his wand and pointed it towards the figure. His eyes widened with disbelief for this was no ordinary someone.

"How-" The young vampire looked into the grey orbs of what had seemed to be a mirror. He instantly distinguished the eyes. They were his very own, yet colder than any pair of eyes he had ever gazed upon. Draco was practically hanging on the corner of his bed, scared of what he was looking directly at. This was not him. It couldn't have been. He didn't have black hair!

"Draco, Draco, Draco." Said the apparent other Draco, "I would never have thought this day would finally arrive. We finally meet."

"Meet?" was all Draco could reply. He was too shocked, hesitant to whether this impersonation of him was real, dangerous or Merlin knows what.

"Ah well you see Draco, I am you. Well that would be unjust to say. I mean to say that I'm a part of you, your reflection that is. I'll never appear in mirrors though," This other Draco paused, examining the room as if he'd never seen it before. His eyes shot back at Draco giving him the fright of his life, "I'm the rotten side of you Draco. The ignorant, selfish, vicious and cruel beast that you once were. See after you got bitten, your personalities split. It happens to all vampires"

Draco reached out his hand to touch the other part of him, but once he felt the deadness of his skin he withdrew his hand and shuddered.

The other side of him responded with a chuckle, "You and I, we're very different apart. But once we're together you'll be you again. Now Draco, I want us to go to Hogwarts," and to this a mysterious and devious smirk played against his lips, "I'm hungry Draco, hungry for fresh, warm blood. The one's of youngsters."

Oh the way he said blood made Draco's mouth water. So this bad side of him fancied a bit of blood eh? Well so did he. He felt so scrawny and weak without a single drop of blood. Hogwarts, a perfect spot for victims with fresh blood. His own mouth settled into a smirk.

"By the by, once there's a sign of someone, we become whole again. That is if you wish to be. A bit of advice; I wouldn't talk to me in the presence of people, otherwise you'd look a bit...loony."

Hermione stepped onto the Hogwarts express, familiarizing herself with the smell of the train. She turned around to wave at her parents then turned back to face a cold face. His eyes were greyer than ever, yet unforeseen; she saw a flash of blue come and go in his eyes. Hermione suppressed a 

gasp as she gazed at him. He was so pale and even though his muscular body showed itself off, he appeared powerless as he towered over her.

"Please move Malfoy, I don't want to cause any trouble right now." Hermione said stiffly in her usual bossy voice. Draco grunted and walked off without a word. She couldn't help but think that he was a tad different. No insults…quite an improvement. She dusted her uniform with her hand and went off to find Harry and Ronald.

"There you two are! Honestly, to think you both would be helpful enough to try look for me was foolish of me, clearly." Hermione huffed and closed the compartment door. Before she could plot herself down beside Ron, the door slid open again and everyone looked up from the compartment to the platinum blond haired boy. Harry emitted a cough and exchanged looks with Ron.

"What do you want?" Harry spat, "Come to pester us with your idiotic insults?"

Draco's lips twitched with the arousal from his abusive words waiting in his poisoned mouth. Yet he resisted the temptation. All he wanted to do was to find a place to drink the bottle of blood his mother had left him; he couldn't be bothered to make a scene right now. He knew there were no more empty compartments left and should have moved to find one filled with Slytherins instead of standing there in the middle of the door looking like a fool. He could easily suck the life out of them if he wanted, but he didn't want to cause a scene. Right now wasn't the time.

The golden trio gazed upon the gleaming badge that lay on his chest. "You're Head boy? You must be kidding me." Ron stared at him, his mouth was ajar showing the tip of his pink tongue, "Why would Dumbledore make you Head boy?"

Harry sneered, "Isn't it obvious Ron? His father must have bribed him."

"He did not!" yelled Draco as he banged his fist on the edge of the door. Harry's eyes were fastened on the bottle that his fist was glued tight too. His knuckles were turning white, paler than he already was.

"What the hell is that?" Harry spoke seemingly talking to himself. Draco hid it behind his cloak before Ron and Hermione could catch the blood-filled bottle too.

Rapidly, Harry snatched Ron's wand and bellowed, "Accio bottle!" Without quick notice, Draco's hand left the bottle and smashed against the hard glass of the window. The broken pieces of glass shivered back and forth on the ground as the red liquid gracefully spread over the floor.

"Look what you've done! I needed this you ill-bred fool!" cried Draco as he ripped out his wand and yelled reparo numerous times. The bottle had fixed itself, yet Draco wasn't concentrating on the bottle, it was the red liquid. The blood had disappeared between the wood, sinking into the gaps. His mother's blood wasted on Potter's curiosity. He wanted to kill himself, yet merely grabbed the empty bottle and walked out with the feeling of loss.

"Harry! How could you do that?" Hermione cried, ". Look how weak he is. It could have been something he needed, regardless whether you two are enemies." She ran out after Draco before Harry could protest.



"Malfoy." She whispered sorrowfully, but he stifled a 'Leave me alone'.

"Go away Granger, this is none of your fucking business." Draco gripped the bare bottle tighter as his back faced her, not wanting to let her view his depressing countenance out of shame.

"Fine! It's not as if I cared anyway." Hermione growled angrily and entered the compartment door where Ron and Harry sat quietly, not wanting to talk to her for chasing after his rival. Halfway through the journey, the crew started talking again, Harry, less mad at Hermione for running after Draco, and Ron babbling about how ridiculous Dumbledore was to assign Malfoy as Head boy.

"I wonder who the Head girl is. If it's not you who else could it be?"

"The Head girl is some Ravenclaw girl." Hermione frowned slightly, apparently affected by the news herself.

A/N: I deeply apologize for the sudden change in some areas. But when I reread my story I saw some characters were...well out of character basically. Also, i couldn't help thinking about Dobby, thanks to Poison  who helped me realise how it didn't follow the book. So there we have it, it fits well with the title if I'm not wrong. Seeing as Draco's reflection won't show in the mirror! :D