The Thought Of It All

Draco scowled at the know-it-all Gryffindor. Lord, he would love to wring her neck. The day they would finally come to an agreement would be the day he died.

He didn't want people to know what he did, he would get cast out of the school, his mother will probably kick him out of the house, and worst of all, he would be sent to Azkaban, to officially share a prison cell with his father.

No way was it going to happen. He would just have to deal with a couple of blotches, blotches that marred his flawless skin. Muttering under his breath, he looked down and saw one appear on his hand, right there where everyone could see.

Ignoring Granger, he moved to the restricted section- hell bent on finding a way out of this curse. He just needed to get out to finish the closet. Sneaking past Madame Prince would be like taking candy from a baby, when arriving he flicked his wand that send dozens of books to fall off there respectable shelves. She won't be back for awhile, and he'll be done by then.

'Malfoy, you aren't allowed to go in there without Madam's Pinces permission,' she scolded.

Turning around before entering, he glared at her and said 'Piss off, Granger. Why doing you just sit in the corner, like you always do, and stick your nose in between a book.'

Wincing even more, he walked away. Opening the gate door he was surprised when he heard it open again. Somehow sensing the dirty little thing, he didn't bother turning.

'What do you want now?' he growled.

She didn't answer, he silently shrugged his shoulders and moved further into the room. It was really dark with just torches that lit so few passages. Taking out his wand he said 'Lumos!'

He had skipped Arthimancy and decided to get some fun reading time.

Looking for something that reversed spells, he was led among the dark books, taunting him and what he knew. He had been in favor of the Dark Lord since he was born, and he was taught differently while growing up, he knew some of it wasn't right. But that's how brain washed he was. Did he really want this? To look among these books for the rest of his life. Did he have any other choice?

Finding the section that would hopefully hold the book, he crouched down and started browsing '100 Reversal Spells Gone Wrong,' No... 'Reversal of Face Spells,' No... 'Ways to reverse an irreversible spell,' Gotcha.... grinning like a simpleton, he took the book and hid it in his book bag.

Forgetting that he left Granger somewhere, he stalked towards the entrance, and like he knew, the librarian was still on her knees bent over retrieving fallen books. Seeing her supple arse, he smiled and walked away, whistling under his breath.

Unnoticed by Draco, a certain Gryffindor was following his every move, and with a certain evil smile that would send Slytherins running for the Forbidden Forest.

Draco whistled till he reached the RoR, looking at his watch, he noted a couple of minutes till the end of Arthimancy, and he was waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to protect his back while he was inside the small cramped room.

Seeing them running down the hall, he was disgusted when they kept stuffing pastries in there mouth, ignoring Draco till the point where he got annoyed, he didn't want to stand here all day.

'Chew with your mouth closed.' he snapped.

They looked up and grunted, before feasting on their goodies again. He'll admit they were a bunch of bumbling idiots, but they were his closest friends, if you could even call them that. And they were just as trapped as he was. A Death Eater with an assignment.

He touched his left arm, it hadn't burned since that night last summer when he received his task. His father was as cruel as the Dark Lord. To 'Crucio' his own son. And that's what he did. Draco had hesitated when receiving the task and his father thought it unconceivable, he had taken out his wand, pointed it at Draco's chest and shouted the Unforgivable. The other Death Eaters just laughed and snickered.

When his father let up, Draco had gotten to his feet- albeit a tad slower then usual- and shrugged it off, pretending that he hadn't cried out mere seconds before. A part of him resented his father for what he had done but another part understood and accepted it. His life has been made up as soon as he was born, he was to support the Dark Lord and become a Death Eater and kill those who were less then superior. And he was okay with that.

To have infinite power in the palm of his hand.

And he would gain said power without bursting into tears.

He still didn't know what happened, he had been working but it felt useless and he felt helpless. Thoughts racing through his mind, he would die if he didn't accomplish this. And so would his parents.

'Crabbe, Goyle, don't forget to take the Polyjuice potion.'

Nodding, they took out two small vials, dropped two different hairs in and swallowed the repulsive liquid. They turned into very attractive girls, without the constant grunts and sniggers. The whole purpose was that it would be suspicious of Crabbe and Goyle- who were notorious bullies- to be pacing up and down. So they take the potion and giggle and be females, less suspicious that way.

Draco rolled his eyes and took to working, while his 'girl' friends chattered aimlessly about beating up more 1st years.
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He didn't tell Crabbe and Goyle about the blotches he produced while he cursed Granger. Since receiving this task, he spent most of the time in the library researching or in the Room of Requirement, which only made the dark circles under his eyes stand out against his pale skin.

Draco didn't have very long, the Dark Lord was expecting him during the holidays, and that was in a month and a half. Christmas was spent at the Malfoy Manor under dangerous scrutiny of the other Death Eaters, for some strange reason the Ministry wasn't as strict and watchful as they were at the time his father was caught.

Spending the night with the cabinet, he was still hopeless. After dinner, he finally left and walked away without permanently damaging himself, trying to get the damn thing to work. At times, he felt like throwing himself inside the vortex, sending himself somewhere else, or in this case Borgin's shop in Diagon Alley.

He sat down on the steps that lead upstairs to the various houses, and sent his friends back into the dusty cold dungeons, telling them he would shortly follow. He just needed space and time from the rest of the world, to get his thoughts in order and his body from breaking down into another emotional outburst.

Several students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw gave him strange glances, but the Gryffindors weren't as ignorant, they wanted him to know exactly where he belonged and what filth he was.

'Get out of here, Malfoy.' Seamus' Irish brogue called out from the top of the stairs.

'Yeah, Malfoy, you don't belong here. Stupid Ferret.' Dean said from beside him.

'What are you doing here, Malfoy?' Weasel asked after exiting the Great Hall with Potter and Granger at his heel.

Ignoring him, he turned to Granger and raised a brow. Silently questioning her and her schemes. She blushed and looked away, nudging Potter and Weasel to walk away.

'Let's go, Ron. He's just wasting our time.' Potter said.

'You guys go ahead, I'm heading to the library anyway.' she turned and headed for the doors, not noticing the figure following her.

'Granger?'

She whirled around and took out her wand. Granger probably thought she left Draco sitting by himself on the steps. But he was standing no more then 10 feet away from her.

'Why are you following me?' she asked.

'I'm not. I need to finish some assignments for class and I need books,' he said innocently.

'Stupid ferret,' she snapped out.

'Mudblood,' he spat back. 'look at me, by the end of the week I'll be looking like something that comes out of the Forbidden Forest.'

'Oh, grow up! You brought this on yourself, you dirty little wanker!' she replied.

'You think so? Because in my mind, I didn't give you enough pain that night,' he said without emotion.

'Oh, believe me, the pain was great, but if you think I'll let you do it again, you are out of your mind. I'd rather die then let you cause me any pain,' she yelled.

Her face turned red, and he swear he detected moisture in the corner of her eyes. But he only smiled, what else could he do? The Mudblood thought she was tough when really she was just a scared little girl.

'If I get to curse you first, it'll be bloody well worth it.'

'Malfoy, I am not ripping it up, so you have to live like this for the rest of your pathetic existence.' Hermione yelled, and turned on her heel.

He continued to follow her, just to annoy her. Lord, he would love to 'Crucio' her again. He heard Granger muttering under his breath- about how small a Ferret he was, and how small his brain is to be a Ferret- it was ridiculous, but Granger proved herself to be annoyingly uptight.

'Will you stop following me? Don't you have anything better to do, except follow the little Mudblood around.' she voiced out sweetly.

Draco chuckled ominously. 'But I am having so much fun.'

'This will be the last time, you deserve it!' she all but yelled out. Passing byers were looking at her strangely, if she was yelling, yes, if she was with a Slytherin, yes, if that Slytherin happened to be her worst enemy, yes.

'No, I didn't. You took away the only privilege I had of making your life a living Hell here at Hogwarts. That's not nice. Not at all.'

'Rubbish.' she muttered. Upon entering the library, she turned around and poked Malfoy in the chest, and added, 'Go away! I have studying to do.'

'Don't you always?' he spat out, dusting off the part where she touched him. Needing to shower as soon as he got back to his Common Room.

'Well, it's better then being a Death Eater.' she hissed out, and hurried in.

Draco stayed back, and looked around, his fellow Slytherins, the majority of them anyway were Death Eaters. Was it really such a bad thing?

He shook his head and muttered, causing more blotches to appear, this time on his left forearm. The sight only made him shudder.