A/N- Quick update before I dive into the dreaded world of homework! Hope you enjoy! Quick disclaimer. The song lyrics that come up in this chapter are in no way mine. All credit is due to All Time Low and their song "Jasey Rae" (If you haven't heard it, I suggest you look it up. The acoustic version is my favorite!) I also don't own Harry Potter, so there's that!

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The next morning, Draco woke up, refreshed. For once he had gotten enough sleep. While that might've not been the hardest task for the average human, it was an accomplishment in his eyes. He had sneaking suspicion that it might've been because of a certain letter under his pillow.

Groggily, he got up and rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his messy hair. Today he would be going to Diagon Alley. While most people looked forward to this, he didn't. He knew this would be a trip to tie up some loose ends. The Vanishing Cabinet. He had to get the death eaters in somehow, didn't he? He just hoped that everything would turn out fine.

Getting out of bed, he walked to the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the lights, took off his clothes, and got in the shower. As the warm water hit him, he sang.

I've never told a lie

And that makes me a liar.

I've never made a bet

But we gamble with desire.

I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire

But recently the flames are getting out of control.

His voice, soft and sweet, filled every corner with of the bathroom. Beautiful. Most people didn't know that Draco could sing. In fact, the only person who did was his mother, who used to sing him lullabies at night. Her voice was beautiful too. It was one of the few things that comforted Draco in this world. But lately, his mother had not been walking around the house humming simple tunes. Let's face it, there just wasn't the time for that.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed a towel dried himself. He missed his mother's singing.

After slicking his hair back like usual and putting on his customary black suit, he made his way downstairs and sat down at the breakfast table where he found his father and mother. It was early. The others wouldn't be waking up for a while.

"Son."

"Father."

"You know what today is about right?"

Draco nodded.

"Good, hurry up and eat your breakfast. We will be heading out in twenty minutes. I expect you to be ready. I won't stand for failures." Lucius got up from the table and headed to his study.

Sighing, Draco picked up his fork and played around with the food on his plate.

"Don't mind your father, Draco. You know he is under a lot of pressure here. We all are."

He nodded curtly.

His mother gave him a tight smile, "Eat your food, son. Your father doesn't like to be kept waiting."

He did as was told, not finding his breakfast particularly appetizing that morning.

Before meeting his father at the gates, he headed up to his room, surprised to find an owl there waiting for him with another white envelope.

Curiously, he detached the letter from the owl and took it out of its envelope.

Dear Someone,

I am excited today due to the fact that I will be heading down to Diagon Alley with my best friends to shop for my school stuff. Since most people are doing their shopping today, I thought you might be too. So, I made a little arrangement.

Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Go there after your shopping and tell the person at the register that you are there because a friend told you to be there.

Have fun and best of luck trying to get all your shopping done!

-A friend

Draco raised his eyebrows. Why in the world would this person be sending him there? Debating on whether or not to follow the directions of the letter, he heard his father call from below. Sighing, he put the letter under his pillow just like the last and headed down the stairs once more.

Once apparating to Knockturn Alley alongside his father, they both quietly made their way down to Borgin and Burkes.

Walking into the shop, Draco shivered. It was cold and dark. The light and happiness from the streets of Diagon Alley completely vanished. Showtime.

As he and his father neared the store clerk, he put a smirk on his face.

"Borgin," Lucius drawled out.

Mr. Borgin looked up to see the two blonde heads of two of the most well-known wizards in the Wizarding World.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy," he said carefully.

His father smirked. "I have a little something that I think you might be able to help my son with?"

Mr. Borgin looked between the two Malfoys and nodded slightly. "How may I be of assistance?"

It was Draco's turn to speak. "It has come to my attention that you are in possession of a vanishing cabinet, am I correct?"

Mr. Borgin eyed him carefully before nodding slowly. "You would assume correct. But I am afraid it is not for sale. It's a very valuable piece in our collection."

Lucius inhaled slowly. "Do you have a family Borgin?"

Mr. Borgin's eyes hardened. "You can't threaten me, Lucius Malfoy."

"Maybe I can." With a smirk, Draco lifted up his arm and rolled up his sleeve, showing him the dark mark that was tainted on his forearm.

"I'm good friends with Fenrir Greyback. And I can send him your way any time I want, is that clear?" Draco smirked as the man in front of him grew pale. "You are going to help me. Or you are going to suffer the consequences. Are we clear?"

The man nodded slowly, finally giving in. "What do you need me to do?"

"Harry! Where are you going?"

"I saw Malfoy going this way, come on!"

"Um... I don't think this is such a good idea Harry..."

The trio had parted from the rest of the Weasley clan that afternoon to wander around Diagon Alley. Somehow they had made their way to Knockturn Alley. They were about to head back when Harry spotted the trademark pale blonde hair, and here they were.

"Harry, I don't understand why we have to follow Malfoy..." Hermione started.

"Seriously Mione?! His father is a follower of You-Know-Who, and that puts him on our 'not to be friendly' with list. Not that the bugger was ever on the list before..." Ron grumbled.

Hermione sighed. They both had a point, but there was just something about this that made her extremely uneasy.

The three of them observed the young Malfoy head into Borgin and Burkes.

"He's up to something," Harry muttered.

"Aren't they always up to something?"

Hermione frowned slightly. "You don't think Malfoy is a..."

"What? Death eater? I'm surprised he wasn't born one." Ron scoffed.

"No, seriously Ronald. Do you guys think he took on the mark?"

Harry shrugged slightly. "He looks different."

"But to take the mark, Harry that's a whole different level-"

"Yes Hermione! But do you realize who his father is? Who his bloody aunt is?! She murdered my uncle. I wouldn't be surprised if he were one! And anyway, why are you defending him?! You get the worst of his insults!"

Hermione looked down and nodded slightly. He had a point.

Harry sighed. "I'm sorry... it's just-"

"No, it's okay. Sirius. I get it."

Lucius turned to his son, "Go look around and see if you find anything useful. I've got it from here."

Draco nodded and left the two men to their devices knowing that Borgin would supply his father with the exact information they both needed.

Walking down an aisle, he saw a familiar artifact.

The hand of glory. He remembered coming across it a few years back.

"Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers!"

Smirking, he took the hand. His father hadn't allowed him to purchase the artifact years back, but this time, he was sure he could find use for it. And let's face it. He wanted that hand.

Going over to the next aisle, something caught his eyes.

It was a necklace, beautiful. He was about to touch it when he saw a sign below that read:

Opal Necklace

Beware. Any human contact will curse you. Notoriously known to have killed fourteen muggles in its past. Use this to do your dirty work for you.

Draco furrowed his brow. This would definitely be of use. He took a cloth sitting on the shelf right above it and wrapped it around the necklace, careful not to touch it. And with that, he walked back over to his father and the store owner.

"And so that is that," Borgin finished off. He was still visibly shaken.

Lucius smirked and turned to Draco, "All arrangements have been made with the cabinet son. Did you find anything useful?"

Ron shook Harry's shoulder gently. "Mate, they're exiting the shop."

Harry and Hermione both turned at the same time to see the father and son exit. Lucius was empty handed, but Draco held a bag in his hand. Draco exchanged a few words with Lucius before Lucius disapparated. Draco looked around for a moment before turning to their direction and walking their way.

"Quick! Hide!" Ron whispered loudly. The trio quickly hid around a corner, silent until Malfoy walked past them before collectively letting out a breath.

"What do you suppose was in the bag?" Ron frowned, watching the back of the blonde haired head until it turned a corner.

"I don't know... it could be anything. They sell some... rather, dark stuff in that shop."

"Oh come on you two." Hermione stood up from her hiding place and began to walk towards the shop.

"Hermione! What are you doing?"

"Investigating! Are you two coming or?"

Harry and Ron both looked at each other before looking back at her. "Maybe it's best if we sit this one out. I mean, wouldn't it be a little suspicious if we walked in right after they left?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued walking down Knockturn Alley. Soon enough she was at the door of Borgin and Burkes. Something about the place gave her shivers, but she entered the shop anyhow.

"Hello Miss. May I help you?"

Hermione walked up to the store owner whom she assumed to be either Borgin or Burke. He was an old man, and looked rather shaken. She frowned slightly.

"Um, yes. Is this a good time?"

"Of course ma'am, what do you need?"

"I uh... I couldn't help but notice Mr. Malfoy walk in to you-"

The man's face hardened. "You need to leave. Now."

"But-"

"Do not make me ask you again. Out the door! Now!"

"I just-"

"NOW."

Hermione jumped slightly at the sudden tone in the man's voice. She ran out of the shop and didn't stop running until she made it back to her boys.

They both looked at her with hopeful eyes and all she could do was shake her head, breathless. "N-Nothing."

The two boys sighed.

"Well, it was worth a shot." Ron smiled slightly and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Let's get out of here, this place creeps me out."

Draco walked down the streets of Diagon Alley. All the happy people around him disgusted him. He didn't know how these people could casually stroll around and pretend nothing was wrong. Children laughing, parents smiling. It was quite sickening, really.

Draco had full intentions of heading home after a quick walk, that was what he had told his father, but somehow he ended up in front of the line at the ice cream parlor. Well... as long as he was here...

"May I help you?"

"Er... yeah, a friend told me to be here."

The store owner raised his eyebrows slightly, looking him over. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"One second."

The man disappeared and came back with a huge tub of ice cream. Huge. "There you go. Have a nice day."

Draco looked at the man curiously."You mean I don't have to pay for this?"

The man shook his head. "All expenses have been taken care of."

Draco nodded once more and walked out. Not being able to apparate, he took out a small key. A portkey to his room. Before he knew it, he was sitting on his bed.

Carefully, he opened the tub of ice cream and found familiar handwriting on the inside of the lid.

Dear someone,

Let's say your time at Diagon Alley wasn't too exciting. Well, I hope this makes up for it. Wish for any flavor, and your wish will be its command.

-A friend.

For the first time all day, Draco smiled. Closing his eyes, he wished for chocolate ice cream and sure enough, when he opened his eyes, there was chocolate ice cream.

Putting the lid back on the tub, he set it down on his bedside table, walking over to his desk. Taking out his quill and some parchment, he wrote a quick response.

Dear Friend,

Thank -you.

-Someone.

He sent the letter with his owl and plopped down on the floor of his room. Summoning a spoon, he took the tub of ice cream and indulged in the chocolaty goodness.

"Florean, did they come for the ice cream?" Hermione asked at the end of the day.

"They did, Miss. Granger. I was rather surprised as to who turned up to collect the surprise."

Hermione couldn't ignore the dying curiosity building up inside her, but something made her not question the identity of the person. Maybe the person had a point. Maybe it was best they didn't know each other.

Later that night, Hermione received the thank you owl and smiled. She was going to have a lot of surprises in store for this person.