Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is amazing but this is sadly her world and not mine. Nothing belongs to me. Except of course Amy. Even then part of her is not mine. I'm working on that.

A/N Hello. Well here is chapter two – I hope you like it (enough to review?).

'Amy aka Luke': here she is and I hope you like her. Your own special reward for being my first reviewer.

'Silvermoony77': I hope this is a bit slower with more detail and you still like it.

Draco woke up the next morning to his Mother calling up the stairs to him

"Draco honey, time to wake up! Breakfast time."

Draco rolled over in his bed, determined to ignore his mother for as long as possible. Her next words, or shriek rather, got him out of bed quickly though,

"Oh, my Drakkie! I'm so proud! Lucius, come look! Your boy!"

Draco deftly rolled out of bed and pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt before rushing down the stairs to see what he could have possibly done this time to make his mother so happy. Walking into the dining room Draco saw his mother holding a familiar looking letter in her hands while his father held a similar looking one.

"I take it my official Hogwarts letter arrived with my list of supplies for this year?" Draco had found out what he would need a couple of weeks ago through his father's connections at the ministry. It was still nice to have confirmation

"What's so exciting about that though?" Draco continued.

"It seems," said Lucius "that you have been chosen to be a prefect this year. Apparently you have shown admirable leadership skills and," here Lucius paused to sneer at him "a capacity for great good. I take it that that fool Dumbledore picks the prefect then? I do not imagine that Severus would even try to pass off such drivel as the truth."

"Yes Sir, Dumbledore picks the prefects. Are you not happy with me father?"

"I am, still considering your new position. It does not bode well for your year or the view that certain individuals will view you."

"But Father, weren't you a prefect?" asked Draco, now thoroughly confused.

"Yes, yes I was. But I was not chosen by that crackpot old fool!" Lucius replied, irate.

"What, what" here Draco paused "what if I use this position to further my mission? As a prefect I do not have a curfew, and I am above suspicion for most things. It, it could prove helpful." Draco rushed the last of this then ducked his head waiting for the blow from his father for speaking back to him. When it did not come he looked up to see his father looking what looked to be a mixture of shame and contemplation. Ignoring the emotion that he did not understand Draco latched onto the latter, he would only think about that while he waited.

I the silence that followed Narcissa stepped forward to the two men and said

"No matter, I am proud of you Draco but now we really must hurry. You need to have breakfast and then we will be going, we have lots of shopping to do you know!" With that she propelled Draco towards the table where a cooked breakfast awaited him then watched him eat it. When he finished Draco quickly ran upstairs to get ready to go.

Just before he went to go Draco grabbed his own personal wallet and headed downstairs. There he was greeted with silence from both of his parents. While upstairs Draco had done his hair into the style that Pansy had shown him and it seemed that his parents hadn't seen this change coming.

"Um, Draco dear, will you be doing something more with your hair before we leave? It doesn't seem to be, well, the same as it usually is. Did a spell go wrong?" His mother was clearly confused about why he was different and was quick to try come up with a reason to explain it.

"No mother" Draco sighed, "this is how I will wear my hair from now on. I was, well, " His whole last sentence was a blur as he rushed it out.

"Slower Draco." Drawled Lucius, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The dark lord wants me to change my hair style and now I like this look" Draco took care to enunciate each word as he forced it out of his mouth. His parents looked at him in shock before the meaning of his words set in. Lucius was obviously trying to contain himself as he fumed and paced. He seemed to be muttering something about interfering, lines and damn cookies but Draco want able to make out any coherent sentence. His mother looked flustered before saying something about the dark lord's will and deciding that now was probably a good time to go.

Narcissa quickly took Draco's arm, wished her husband a good day and walked him out the door. When it came to shopping Narcissa was completely ruthless and was always determined that she would have her way. Therefore Draco was not surprised when she apparated to outside the Leaky Cauldron without warning him. After letting him catch his breath she led him inside, already planning their day.

"We will get you some new robes to celebrate that you are a prefect first before going to get your other supplies. After that I have some errands of my own to run so you can do what you want with that time. Just as long as you are back at the Cauldron by five o'clock so that we can head home. We could meet up for lunch if you want?" Narcissa turned to Draco her eyes hopeful but Draco turned her down

"I'll be fine mother. I am sure to find, someone, I know that I can talk to. I think Pansy was planning on going shopping today so I will find her. If, that is ok with you of course?" Draco said this last part with just a little sarcasm as he walked through the pub nodding to the people who were worth recognising to the wall out back.

Once he reached the wall he waited for his mother to extract herself from a group of women before turning to the wall and tapping it with his wand.

The next part of his morning wasn't very interesting for Draco as he followed his mother around Diagon Alley. She insisted on buying him a new set of robes and then tried to make him get even more clothes but by this time Draco had nearly had enough so he insisted that they leave to go get the rest of his supplies. Just as they were leaving Flourish and Blotts with the last of their purchases they were met by a very excited Pansy.

"Drakkie!" screamed Pansy as she threw herself at Draco, "I made Prefect!"

Draco laughed as he carefully extracted her arms from their stranglehold around his neck.

"Great," he chuckled "so did I!"

This was not quite the right thing to say as Pansy squealed again and resumed her throttlehold on his neck.

Nearby Narcissa and Pansy's mother looked on and smiled at each other, both misinterpreting the action as one of blossoming romance rather than the close friendship that had recently bloomed.

With her arms still around Draco's neck Pansy whispered in his ear,

"Do you reckon they believe it? I hope so!" she giggled then pulled away and turned to the mothers who were now glancing at each other looking very happy.

"Do you mind if Draco and I go off and do some shopping mother? We have so much to buy before the new year starts– prefects! We just have to look our best!" Without even waiting for a reply she dragged the bemused Draco away from the women and around the corner where she collapsed into uncontrollable giggles.

"Oh Draco Malfoy" she laughed "you are an absolutely useless actor!" As she struggled to contain her laughter Draco heard a familiar voice behind him,

"Did somebody say Draco Malfoy?" Draco turned around to see his friend Blaise Zabini strolling over with a girl that Draco felt like he should recognise. "Ah yes they did. And my dear friend Miss Parkinson. How are you?"

Blaise took Draco's had and smiled; the glint in his eyes the only humour that he allowed on face as he looked at the pair.

"Blaise!" said Pansy, sobering up immediately, obviously trying to impress him as she stood up straighter. The look was somewhat ruined by her flushed cheeks and Draco standing by her side trying not to grin. Blaise raised his eyebrows at Draco who just shook his head indicating that he would talk about it later. Draco then raised an eyebrow at the girl who was now standing very self-consciously next to Blaise.

"Ah yes," said Blaise turning to the girl beside him, "this is Amy. She is a transfer student from New Zealand. She is going to be in our year this year so my mum asked if I would show her around and teach her the ways of Hogwarts."

Draco smiled at the girl and held out his hand to her smiling

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. I am honoured to meet you Amy ?" Draco left a pause as he waited for her last name.

"Blake" she supplied smiling as she took Draco's hand and shook it firmly. Draco was surprised that her accent was actually quite nice. He turned to Blaise and raised one eyebrow asking

"Slytherin?"

This was their own personal way of asking about blood status. Hardly anyone without pureblood would get into Slytherin so they considered it a foolproof question.

"A sure bet." replied Zabini, offended that Malfoy thought he would do this for any other type of person. The boys both grinned and Pansy took this as her signal to butt in.

"Nice to meet you Amy! I'm Pansy Parkinson a friend of Blaise's. Nice to meet you. If you need any help this year Draco here and I are prefects so we answer any questions that you have." With that she flounced away holding Amy's arm and already discussing any possible songs that they both knew and humming along to any maybes.

Draco cocked an eyebrow at Blaise as they followed at a more sedate place,

"What's she like?"

"Tell you the truth mate, I don't really know. Mum showed her to me this morning and explained it all. She is really intelligent though." he chuckled, "Might even give the mudblood a run for her money! Congrats on Prefect by the way."

Laughing the two boys quickly hurried on, both uncomfortable with the secrets they were keeping.

LMLMLMLM

Tom slid his eyes over the picture he had just been given, quickly taking in the detail in front of him. The children in the photo were laughing and joking around, not looking at the camera as though they didn't know it was there. Tom watched the figures move as they laughed at a joke told by the blonde haired boy. Tom was pleased to notice that the boy no longer had his hair slicked back. Instead it was messy and ruffled. The look suited the boy Tom noticed but wondered what the reaction would have been like from his parents as the boy in this photo no longer looked like someone that would obey his parents every word. At least Tom knew that Draco would obey him. The cookies took care of that.

Bellatrix walked up behind tom and slid her arms around his waist.

"Is that the boy's new look?" she asked, peering over his shoulder, "it looks good on him. After talking to Cissy you would think he had dyed it pink or something."

"Narcissa not taking it well then I take it?"

"Her and Lucius both. They will accept it though. They will understand. If Lucius doesn't can I make him?"

Tom chuckled and denied her request saying it might cause a little too much discord.

LMLMLMLM

Draco walked with his parents onto platform 9 and ¾ and looked around him. The platform was nearly empty as it nearly always was when they arrived. His father believed it best to get there early, he thought it was some way of showing superiority but Draco couldn't quite see how. There was a soft thump as one of the Malfoys' house elf placed down Draco's trunks.

"Would you like me to take them onto the train now master Draco?" asked the elf in a wavering voice. Draco curtly nodded and watched as the creature took it onto the train and no doubt placed it in Draco's favourite compartment.

Just then Draco saw Blaise walk through the wall with Amy and he hurried over. Blaise hurried to meet him as Amy struggled behind with her trunk.

"She wouldn't let a house elf take it." he explained.

"No." huffed Amy as she drew close. "Don't get me wrong, I love having house elves and getting them to clean and stuff but can't we do some of it ourselves?"

After a passionate no Draco beckoned his returned house elf – he couldn't remember its name – forward and indicated that it should take Amy's trunk. After a brief struggle when Amy wouldn't let go the two elves headed towards the train with the trunks.

"Where are they going?" Asked Amy.

"The train" said Blaise as he surveyed the platform "we have a nice compartment that we use each year and the creatures know it. Our stuff will be set up when we get there."

Just then Draco saw his father beckon him over and, after telling his friends that he would meet him on the train, Draco headed over.

"Yes father?" asked Draco. He was being as polite as possible at the moment as he didn't want his father to remember the hair.

"When you see Potter." murmured Lucius glancing around "make sure that you mention something about dogs. I don't care how, just do it."

Just then the whistle blew and after giving his mother a brief hug that he tried to hide Draco went to leave. However he was restrained by his father's hand on his shoulder. Then Lucius said something that he had never said and would probably never be said again,

"Draco, make me proud. I know you can."

"Yes Sir" the boy stammered before rushing off, confused yet pleased by those words.

And Lucius was left standing there, his arms still open for the hug he was never able to give.

A/N Awww. Sorry, I just had to add in that little moment at the end. SO what do you think? Let me know in a… A Review! My next chapter may take a while to get up as I am now in the middle of exams and I should really be studying. I figure since I put off studying to get this chapter up I should probably start soon. Anyways let me know what you think!