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Confession Number 1 : Slytherins Aren't Evil

Draco Malfoy felt sick. He wanted to bend over and clutch his stomach till he puked every ounce of blood in his system. An awful death, yes, but it was better than facing the Dark Lord again. He groaned and tilted his head to the glass window beside him. Kill Dumbledore. The Dark Lord had said. Fix the Vanishing Cabinet. He had said. Just from the thought, he paled even more. How could he even accomplish this? Why couldn't he asked Nott? Or even Flint? Was he actually making a reason to torture the entire Malfoy family? He shook his head, hoping that the thoughts would dissipate. He will think more of it when he get to Hogwarts, for now, he might as well rest during the Train.

He glanced as the compartment slid open a bit revealing Zabini, Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. Though Zabini still didn't have the dark mark, he knew what he and the other three had been up to during the summer. Draco could almost remember the hot searing pain being drawn in his arm that could rival the Cruciatus Curse. "How are you?" Blaise said, warily looking at them all, a tinge of pity embedded in his tone.

"Awful," Pansy leaned on Draco's shoulder for support. She looked well enough, but once one looked closer, one could see the bags under her eyes. None of them looked well, even the Italian looked ragged in appearance. "But, at least it was done. And we still got two years left till we go back permanently."

Draco laughed bitterly, "Good for all of you then. I have to actually worry about the assignment."

They all knew that the Slytherin Prince was assigned a 'mission', but he never did gotten to tell them what it was or even what would happen if this would even work. He rubbed his forehead. Pansy and Blaise shot him a sympathetic look to which he ignored. Right now, he wasn't looking for pity, but actual help. Merlin, he might even consider throwing himself off the Astronomy Tower if his plan didn't work at all. Crabbe and Goyle, however, didn't get why he was so upset. "I would be proud if I was given an assignment," Crabbe was the first one who commented, puffing his chest.

"Yeah," Goyle nodded.

Of course. How could he have forgotten? Only Blaise and Pansy had understand where he was coming from, what he was even going through at this stage. Crabbe and Goyle were just bloody mindless goons who was appointed as his assistants in the assignment he needed to work on. He rolled his eyes. They were just there because of his father before, and now, they were just there because the Dark Lord suddenly granted him this task. They were like leeches sucking up the attention, like Potter.

At the thought of Potter, he sneered even more. How dare he insulted his mother? The stupid Gryffindors always follow the stereotype. The ignorant things they always did were counted as chivalry. Blaise excused himself to go out for a while to go to Slughorn. "Bloody hell," Goyle muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Might as well sleep. Summer was awful."

Pansy sneered, "Well, what did you expect? A bunch of roses, Goyle?"

"Bitch," Crabbe snapped.

"Not exactly a dog," she snapped back. "Or were your brains too little to actually progress that?"

Ah, and there was the Pansy Parkinson everyone knew, the bitch who thinks she owned the world. She sometimes wasn't like this at all, but sometimes, masks became a part of oneself that even they believed that this is them. This is what Draco had believed as years passes from his first year as a stuck up snob. Then again, Slytherins were always the people who mask themselves. The Gryffindors wouldn't know what loyalty was... they do.

"Shut it, three of you."

Before any of them could respond, Blaise opened the door, almost slamming it shut if it wasn't for it being pushed back open. Draco furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the opening the glanced at the floor. It couldn't be just thin air holding the thing. The door closed properly just a few minutes ago. "What the bloody hell?" Already aggravated as he was, Zabini kicked the door shut only for it to slam open once again, and the Italian flung towards Goyle's lap.

He pushed him away. Draco ignored the quarrel and turned his gaze around the compartment when the door finally shut. He tugged Pansy by the arm before tracing the lightning scar on her skin. Realization dawned her immediately and a smirk replaced her frown. She gave Blaise a hard look, and the ruckus they were having stopped immediately. The Italian narrowed his eyes at the door and slowly nodded a bit. "So, Zabini," the blond said, making sure that his voice was filled with coldness and pride. He didn't want Potter–if his assumption was correct– to think he was weak or anything. "What did Slughorn want?"

"Trying to make connections."

"Who was in there?" Pansy observed her nails, glancing at the others a bit.

"Potter, Longbottom, and the Weasley Girl," Blaise said.

And that was it.

They continued to talk with each other, but all Draco was concentrating at was the place where they put their luggages. He just needed a bit more proof... maybe he was hallucinating or something. He, then, winked at the Italian before he started speaking. "Not planning to go back to Hogwarts next year," he said, pushing his voice to become as arrogant as possible. As if getting it, Pansy let out a soft gasp and she lifted her head from his shoulders.

"Why?" She lowered her voice into a mocking whisper. "Is it because of... Him?"

Even Crabbe and Goyle decided to lean in while Blaise raised an eyebrow. Just glancing at the oversized Slytherins, they probably had no idea to what they were talking about. Draco shrugged, but his eyes were still trained on the baggage. It started to move a bit, and that's when he turned back to the others. "Mother insisted I finish my education, but who would care about that anyway? When the Dark Lord takes over, it wouldn't be about the N.E.W.T. or our O.W.L., it would be about his most devoted followers."

"And you think you're qualified?" the curiosity wasn't there. Instead, the sardonic tone of Blaise's voice took over.

Draco shrugged again, "Let's talk about it later. I see Hogwarts."

He stood up, as did the others. Goyle grabbed his baggage, and the Slytherin Prince was sure that he had heard a gasp and that bag had definitely collided with something. Blaise's ears perked up, noticing it too, but Pansy didn't. Instead, she was already half way out of the compartment. "You go on," he nodded to the compartment. When they were already out, he opened his luggage. He hid a smile that was forming in his lips when he could hear someone breathing beside him as if anticipating on what it was. Without another thought, he whirled his wand at the direction where he last heard him and shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"

Draco removed the Invisibility Cloak that was hiding the boy-who-lived. He sneered. This was the person who had thrown his father to Azkaban. THis was the person who had made him accept a suicide mission. This was the person who had insulted his mother. He stomped his foot on his face, hearing a satisfying crack. "That's for my father," he spat before smirking at Potter's state. "Let's see."

He threw the Cloak back to him, covering him completely. "See you later Potter... or not."

The Slytherin chuckled when he finally walked out of the compartment. When he finally saw Blaise and Pansy, he strode towards them, the smirk still playing on his lips. The other two copied his actions. "So, was it him?" Pansy eagerly asked, her eyes lightening up when he nodded.

When he talked to them about what had happened, Blaise scoffed, "Serves him right... listening in on conversations."

Draco laughed, for the first time during the summer, he had actually laughed truly. THough it was short and strained, it still felt nice to actually be happy. Slytherin had always been discriminated as the 'evil house'. Well, fuck them. They were loyal to one another, and this was the house where they'd all find who their true friends are. This is the house where one would know who would be abandoned and who would be befriended. They all had each other's backs, and it was the same for Blaise, Pansy, and him.

And if that was evil.

Then he didn't want to be fucking angelic.