Let me start by saying that I am so sorry! I haven't updated in so long, and I really feel horrible for it. I had a family crisis going on this summer, but I still had a commitment to you guys, and I am so sorry that it took me this long to update again. Please forgive me! You are allowed to spam me with mean things about not updating, because to be honest, I deserve it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

"It's okay, Harry. I'll always be here. I promise. We're going to be together forever. Okay?" Draco whispered in my ear. "I love you."

Smiling, I could feel sleep begin to take me. "I love you too, Dray." I fell asleep with thoughts of Draco possessing my dreams.

"What's that?"

"A letter," Really, some people are just so unobservant.

"Well yes, but to whom?" Bloody, noisy people.

"None of your business. Didn't you have to go talk to Neville about something?"

"Yeah, I'll just… go now."

Finally. I leaned further back into Draco's embrace. He was fast asleep, having been worked to the bone by Snape. After weeks of nagging Sev, Father, and Dray, I found out what they were planning. Apparently there aren't many potions masters, and because Draco has a natural aptitude for potions, they're trying to turn him into the youngest potions master ever. They say he'll be ready to take the tests by 5th year or so. There are some bigger plans that are connected to that, but they haven't even let Draco in on it yet, and it's focused on him. Kind of sucks, but when Father puts his foot down, there's no changing it.

Draco's arms were loosely wrapped around my waist, and tightened slightly when I moved to get in a more comfortable position. Picking up my quill, I signed off the letter that had taken me over 2 hours to write. Which you honestly wouldn't be able to tell by looking at it; it's quite short. But I was struggling to find the right words. I didn't want to be how I am with my inner circle, because that would scare her off, but if I sounded too nice, she's going to assume that she's able to take liberties that she can't take. Normally I would have had Draco's help, but he's so run down, that I took pity on him and let him rest.

It's been several months since my encounter with Hermione and I hadn't given her a response. Of course, I knew after 2 days of watching what my answer was going to be, but I wanted to see what would happen if I didn't do anything for a while. There were several times were I thought she was going to confront me again, but each time she had chickened out and just ran away. Pathetic. But, she's smart, book smart; and there's no such thing as having too much brain on your side. Anyways, if I let her go then Dumbledore might get to her and that's something that we cannot afford to do. Speaking of Dumbledore, I hadn't heard anything from him since the day I saw Father. Of course there are the odd looks he sends me in the Great Hall, but I ignore those. However, I'm no fool, it's like Draco said, "He's planning something and it's about you."

I squirmed on Draco's lap and tried to get up. Draco in response tightened his arms even more, and I found myself squished against his chest. I have to send my letter!

"Draco," I whispered. "Draco, I need to get up."

"Mmmm," Came the sleepy response.

"But, Draco!" More squirming.

"Mine," He said as he nuzzled my neck. "My Harry."

Mmm, that felt nice. "Yours, only yours, Draco."

It took a couple minutes of sitting like that before I remembered my mission. Drastic times called for drastic measures. Reaching my hands behind me, I felt them reach their destination before screaming, "Tickle fight!"

The result was instantaneous. Draco shot up, making me fall out of his lap and then looked down at me with a glare.

"I'm going to get you for that Hadrian Alexander!" He pounced and I began to squirm and squeal under his ministrations.

"Draco! No- I'm ticklish! Haha! Stop! Draco! Please!" I was laughing and gasping for breath, as I stared up at Draco.

His eyes were wide and locked onto mine. His hands had my wrists pinned together above me as he straddled my waist, panting.

"Do you yield?" He leaned in close, so close that I could feel his breath on my face.

The intensity of his eyes was so bright, captivating me, pulling me in. But I soon remembered my original intentions. I leaned up, gave him a quick peck on the mouth (like I had seen Lucius and Sev do several times) and jumped up, leaving a stunned Draco behind me.

"Sorry, Dray!" I called out behind me as I ran out of the room, grabbing my letter in the process.

"Oh you will be!" Uh-oh. He sounded mad. Maybe I can go find Neville and hide with him for a while?

I walked up to the owlery and sent the letter off. Hopefully the know-it-all would be in the library and alone. The only thing I wasn't able to do to the letter was put protection spells on it. Protections spells are so advanced that you have to do a little more than just ask magic. And since I don't have any 6th year textbooks, I had to risk someone being able to intercept the letter. That's part of why it took me so long to write. I had to make sure that if someone got a hold of the letter they wouldn't really know what it was talking about. I think I did a pretty good job. It read:

Granger, I have a very busy schedule and cannot afford to make room for you. However, if I were to get something in return, I may choose to reconsider. Meet me at the same place. 9 o'clock.

I left it unsigned, but she'll figure out who it's from easily enough.

I spent the rest of the day in the library with Pansy and Neville, studying for next week's Herbology test. Well, that was the excuse I gave them. In reality I was hiding from Draco. There was something about what had happened earlier that kept nagging at me. Like there was something significant about it, but I couldn't figure out what.

"I heard that Flint is still in the infirmary and he isn't leaving anytime soon." Pansy said to Blaise as she gave up on her History of Magic essay.

While still being a gossip, Pansy is one of my best informants. I don't know how she does it, but she's been able to learn the names of everyone important in the school and any shady business that they're involved in. But, because Dumbledore has turned this school into a "light magic only education system" those who have dark affinities aren't outspoken about it, especially in the other houses. It's going to make recruitment a bit more difficult, but I can manage.

"He deserves it," Blaise said without looking up from his paper. "The only bad part about it is that he's an amazing quidditch player and now the team is going into the first game without him. Plus, he's the captain."

"I still won't put my money on Gryffindor, they're horribly disorganized and don't have any decent players this year. I heard that the twins were good, but they don't take the game seriously enough."

"Really Pansy, you know about those blood traitor Gryffindors? They're so beneath us it's ridiculous." Blaise said with an air of superiority.

"I wouldn't cast them aside so easily, Blaise." I said in a warning tone. "While they may be blood traitors, muggle-lovers and mudbloods, they are easily manipulated, and therefore useful." Both were watching me with wide eyes and hanging onto my every word. I smirked in satisfaction. "You see, there is always a class system, in even in places like the United States that prides itself on not having one. Just because it's not officially recognized doesn't mean that it isn't there." I picked up my wand and drew a "food chain". "As you can see, we are at the top of the food chain. Below us are the purebloods that have overly interbred and therefore have a smaller magical core. Purebloods have the largest magical cores, allowing them to do more types of magic with ease. And so on and so forth goes the class system. You'll notice that the bottom is filled with your Gryffindors, Blaise. Do you know who held this place in ancient civilizations?"

"Muggles?"

"Of course you would think that. Yes, there were muggles in the position in muggle society, but in wizarding societies, this position was held by slaves. Think about that and your opinion of the Gryffindors. They may be below us, but they are not devoid of usefulness." I stood up slowly and cast a tempus. Perfect, my meeting with Granger starts in 10 minutes.

Once I left the library, I started thinking that I might be overdoing it. They were looking at me like I'm some sort of God. Which sounds pretty cool, but I'm 11. Yes I'm the Dark Prince, son to the Dark Lord, and I know that someday I'll have the same amount of power and control of things as Father, but until then, I still want some time to be a kid. And Pansy and Blaise are my friends, but they're also my followers. Draco's the only one that I can be myself with. Thinking about Draco reminded me about this afternoon and the odd feeling that filled my stomach as I left. I smiled and made my way to the lake to meet Granger.

I wasn't surprised to see the mudblood already there and waiting for me. My smiled turned into a smirk as I approached her, noticing that she was extremely nervous if her pacing was anything to go by.

"Harry! You thank God you came! For a minute I thought that you weren't coming so I started to worry and panicking! What if somebody came out here and saw me! Its past curfew and I could get in trouble and people would ask questions-" I held up a hand to stop the witch. I'm going to have to take a headache potion before I meet with her from now on; the throbbing in my temples is killing me. I glared at her. I would love to send her an AK.

"Follow me."

Finally, we were walking in silence, with her following me like a lost puppy. But when I stepped into the Forbidden Forest, I noticed her hesitate. I didn't stop walking. As soon as I heard footsteps rush to catch up to me, I smirked. So her thirst for knowledge did beat her desire to be goody-two-shoes.

As of right now, Granger can be easily swayed to either Dumbledore or I. And even though she is a mudblood, she would be too great of an asset for Dumbledore to have. Therefore, I must have her.

When we reached the clearing, I stopped and faced the surrounding trees. There wasn't anything there that caught my attention; I just knew how much it would freak Granger out.

"The first thing you must learn Granger, is that magic is not equally available to all."

"If you're going to be racist then I'll leave! I can't believe you, I thought-" So damn irritating.

"You're an idiot if you think the wizarding world is racist just because they can be. There is a reason that Purebloods hold so much respect in our world." Finally I had caught her attention. "The longer magic has been exposed to a bloodline, the more easily it adapts to new types of magic. Therefore, muggleborns are less adept to magic and purebloods are able to wield more magic."

"I'm at the top of our class!" Granger shouted frantically. "How dare you say that-"

"I didn't dispute that fact, now did I, Granger? I simply said that muggleborns are less adept to magic. That does not take into account a muggleborns natural talent for new information." I really need a pain reliever for the headache she's causing me.

"Oh."

My back had still been turned to the girl while I said all this, as I tried to restrain myself from doing something I'd regret.

"Do you understand, Granger?" I said as I turned around suddenly to face her.

What a perfect reaction, her face was full of both shock and awe. I swiftly pulled out a 3 shrunken books from the pocket inside my robe; 101 to Create the Perfect Heir, Pureblood Genealogy, and From Light to Dark and Everything In-between. They were some of the books that I had to study when I first arrived at Malfoy Manor. Of course I wasn't going to give the mudblood the copies that were from the Malfoy Library (one of the most renowned in the world), instead I took the copies from Blaise. His mother had given them to him in order to impress a new husband, but he never read them. Not that he needed to, Blaise is one of the most poised purebloods I've met. Draco of course, was far better than him.

I un-shrunk the books and handed them to the girl. "Take them, read them, study them. I expect for you to be able to repeat the entire contents of all 3 books when we speak next." I made to turn away before adding. "I expect I don't have to explain to you the consequences of being found with them."

I turned away from her (allowing my cloak to do that billowing affect that Severus loves so much) and briskly walked away.

As I walked I could feel a sharp pull from the middle of my chest. Unsure of the source, I continued to walk back towards the castle. The pull, however, continued to increase until I came in sight of the castle. I broke into a run.

Draco! I need Draco! Mate! Now!

I could feel the tear tracks running down my cheeks as I entered the Slytherin Common Room. Luckily, everyone except for some 7th year had retired to their rooms and I was able to sneak past unnoticed. Once I reached the door the Draco and I's room, I threw the door open and was immediately attacked by someone. Draco. I sighed and burrowed myself deeper in his arms. I closed my eyes and relished in the feeling of being safe, loved and wanted.

Did you like it? I made it nice and long for you guys as an apology. From now on I promise I'll be updating more regularly!

I never wrote my plot line for this story down, and so while I wasn't writing, I lost track of what I wanted to happen. I'm not going to stop writing, but that means that I NEED IDEAS! I need to get back on track to how things where going, and I can't do that without any inspiration. Please be awesome and help me out!

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