Disclaimer- Well it is official, I feel horrible for not updating faster. But my life went up and down side to side, and I lost my self for a bit, So I had to find myself before I could write about other people finding eachother! XDDDDD

I know. I'm crazy!

But I was really thrilled that people actually liked this story!

I hope to accumilate more and more readers while this story is being written!

Well, the beginning of this story was written days after my very last post. But it was lost with my old self. But when I came back I found it!

And I wrote almost this whole chapter in one night! I was just in the zone!

Well school is ending next week tear tear so I will have more time to think and update!

Reviews make me feel all warm and fuzzy!

Enjoy this first official chapter!

So give me something to believe

Because I am living just to breath

And I need something more

to keep on breathing for

So give me something to believe

Draco spit on the floor. He disgusted himself, by what he had become, by what he let that shrew do to him.

Draco let the body fall limply on the floor making a small 'thud' sound as it hit.

He stared at the carcus of the man that used to hex him as his father looked on.

"Have fun in hell" Draco stated.

He turned and started towards the door. It was a gorgeous door. The dark hickory clashed nicely with the iced window in the middle of the door. And the handle was a silver knob that made him shiver. It the same exact color of her-

What was that?

He quickly hid amongst the shadows and looked to see who was coming. He smelled the one thing he wished he couldn't.

Then a lady in black emerged, her face hidden by her large hood. She walked over and caressed the face of this gray man. She grabbed his hand to check for a pulse. She seemed satisfied that there wasn't any. She stood and turned and stared at the exact spot Draco was standing.

Draco was shocked, but he was sure that it was impossible to see him in the darkness of the room. But if he had a beating heart it would be racing as she walked towards him. She looked him straight in the eye and then turned around with the ends of her hair tickling his face.

She walked over to the body once again, and spit on it in a rage.

"You bastard father. You were never there for me and now I hope you burn in the depths of hell.

You sold my body for the dark lords lackeys. I hope the man that liberated me from you, tortured you to the last second of your life." She began hearing pops in the other room and instantly broke into tears. Draco opened the front door, to reveal a beautiful full moon. Then all Millicent saw, was the silhouette of her saviors figure.

"Thank you."

Draco was shocked.

"No worries" And then he left in a fast sprint, he left leaving Millicent to deal with the ministry.

Merlin, was Draco pissed. Not only did he just let his thirst for blood over take him, AGAIN! He was THANKED for it!

I knew that bastard was a bloody prick! But no one should ever THANK me for something that made me feel so weak! So out of control! Malfoy's don't do weak and they are always calm and collected! These terms were no where in their vocabulary! But then again he wasn't a Malfoy. He refused to believe he would ever become his father, he would never become a, a… No… It was to late.

Draco felt something on his face...

He stopped in a suburban neighborhood it was very nice, for a muggle neighborhood. But it looked very blurry.

Blurry? Why was everything so blurry?

He moved his hands to touch his face.

He was crying...

He was crying!!

No, no, no, no! Malfoy's don't cry! He would never be a monster!

But he was… he was a despicable animal. He was not even an animal. He was a beast.

He could taste the drops as he started to gasp for air. This couldn't be happening. He was breaking down right in the middle of this beautiful neighborhood. In front of this house.

But that smell. Thank wonderfully roborant smell. There was way to much of it though. What was it? What was this smell that was hypnotizing him? And where was it coming from?

Draco wiped the wetness off of his face and began to sniff. It was so pungent. It was not right. It was not a smell he was supposed to like. He knew it, but he didn't know why he felt this way. But the smell was intoxicating. He was attracted to it. But not in a way that he wanted to supply himself with it.

It was fresh. Just barely flowing. But flowing in gallons. He jumped up in one fluent movement to the roof of the house in front of him. Where was it coming from? He used his extraordinary sense of smell to locate it.

He burst through the shutters and he saw a young women in bed with all the lights off. All except the moon was illuminating her. He located the source of the smell it was coming from this poor lady's wrists. He was racking his brain, attempting to remember a spell that insufferable mudblood used when healing all the wounded, on both sides of the war.

He remembered as the wind engulfed him in a wonderful smell. Strawberries and lilacs? He didn't know but he instantly took out his wand and said it clearly, as though some hidden feelings were making him say it,

"Reparo instantanto"

And like magic the wound had been repaired leaving all but her blood stained hands and a scar running where the cut used to run.

She had lost a lot of blood he could hear her heart, but just barely. He had to take her to the mansion to give her a blood replenishing potion. Just as long as she still had three-fourths of her blood left, the potion would work. But if not. She was as good as dead.

He hesitated a moment. Not knowing whether he should save the muggle or not. His fathers lessons and beating were engraved in his mind. But he also remembered how Granger had saved his life after the war, when he was as good as dead.

"I would have never thought that I would be the one to kill the all mighty Draco Malfoy!" Said Blaise Zabini!

"I thought you were on our side you traitor!" Said Draco viciously looking straight at Blaise, ignoring the wand pointing straight at his heart.

"Oh! But I am! But you know, once you are dead. I will become the next Slytherin King!" Draco looked as though her was about to interrupt but he Blaise just continued, completely ignoring him at the moment. "I will become the dark lords favorite! And he will not suspect me of treasony either! Everyone will just think you were just another lost soul in this final battle!"

Blaise looked at Draco in all seriousness now.

"And now, you all mighty right hand man. What are you to do now?"

"Shove it Zabini!" You couldn't kill a fly with that 'Avada Kedavera of yours!"

"Who ever said I was going to kill you so simply?"

"Accio wand!"

"Damn." Draco muttered under his breath

"Now what are you going to do!"

Draco was planning to use his handy wand less magic to get his wand back. But Zabini shot his curse before his wand made it in his hand.

"Oh wow! I'm scared now! You just stupefied me! You must know by now that such spells don't affect me! Not with my mothers amulet."

"Then how about this one 'Sectumsempra'"

Draco was hit by the curse just like when Potter hit him with it a few years ago.

"Sectumsempra!"

Again this time it hurt more. He was bleeding heavily now. His vision was failing him.

"Sectumsempra."

Again the curse was called Draco was prepared for the hit. But it never came he opened his eyes and he saw granger laying in front of him.

"Stupid mudblood!" he heard Blaise say. "You want to interfere fine!, "Accio wand! Sectumsempra!

"You must have more than that curse Zabini!" Hermione sputtered out. She spit blood on the floor as she stood

"I'm just getting started mudblood." Zabini smirked.

Hermione gave a smirk that rivaled Draco's himself!

"Crucio!"

Hermione cringed but she refused to scream or fall to the floor.

Draco was thinking franticly! Where was the golden boy? Where was the weasel? Where is everyone? Draco looked around the battle field and saw nothing but dead bodies left. But he could still she the light of the curses less than a mile away.

Hermione would still not give up.

"Give up Princess! There's no way you can last any longer! If you give up now, I may just let you be my sex toy!"

Hermione spit on his shoes. "I'd rather die than even touch you."

"Your wish is my command! Crucio!"

Hermione was fighting a losing battle. He couldn't let her do this! He couldn't have her death on his conscience!

"Zabini!"

"What!" he said as he looked at Draco still keeping Hermione under the Crucio curse.

"Avada Kedavera."

He left in a sprint arriving at his house in under 30 seconds. He didn't want to be barraged with questions by his mother, so he jumped up to his 5th story bedroom.

He carried her, bridal style, to his bed. He laid her down gently and left directly for the family's potion's cabinet. Knowing a potions teacher came in handy. He at last found the potion and ran as fast as he could back to his room, almost trampling a poor house elf that crossed his path. When he was in his room he slowly walked towards the girl. He saw she had dark hair possibly black but it was impossible to tell in the dark. Her body structure was gorgeous, her lips were the thing to catch Draco's attention, though. They were so lump so pink and so kissable.

He did not just think that. He didn't care at the moment he was just so enchanted by this girl. But as he watched this unknown girls face, he saw the color start to noticeably fade. Draco fell into action, after he forced himself to look away from this amazing creature.

He parted her lips, by relaxing her jaw. As he worked on giving her the potion, he felt slight movement on her face, but this young savior was so concentrated on saving this young ladies life that he did not even see the smile that appeared on this wondrous girls face.

Please review! I'll love for eternity!

Oh by the way the Italics were a flashback!

And, I'm sorry Blaise lovers! I just read several fanfics with bad Blaises! So I thought of doing it too!

The lyrics in the beginning are from Believe by The Bravery!

R&R