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Savior Chapter One

By: Kuro Malfoy

Draco woke up Monday morning at five am as per usual. He got up quietly, as to not awaken his dorm mates, and took his shower in silence. After drying and styling his hair, Draco then picked out a pair of black slacks and dress-shirt as well as a black vest and a green tie. He slipped on his shoes and pulled his cloak over his shoulders, then went down to the Slytherin common room to study until the Great Hall started serving breakfast to students and faculty at six.

After half an hour, Slytherin house's comfortable silence was replaced by students waking up and getting ready. Draco put his books away as his girlfriend Pansy came out of the girls' dorms and stood up to kiss her. "Good morning Pansy. Are you ready to go for breakfast?"

Draco and Pansy had been dating for at least a year now, ever since the start of last year when Draco's father had suggested that Pansy would make a good wife. In the Malfoy family, Lucius' word was law. Draco didn't particularly have any romantic interest in Pansy, but they had always been friends so he didn't really mind. Holding his arm out for his girlfriend, Draco walked to the Great Hall, ignoring everyone who passed by and sneering at Potter's friends as they stared at him and Pansy walking over to the Slytherin table.

As Draco ate his breakfast of French toast, his pure white eagle owl landed in front of him, lifting its leg for Draco to untie the letter that was attached to it. Confused, Draco took the letter, letting the large owl peck at the food on his plate before flying off. "It's from my father," Draco said to Pansy who was looking at her curiously. "He never sends me anything." He mused as he opened the letter. The letter was written in code. That was a clear indication Lucius didn't want prying eyes to read the letter. Draco's confusion growing, he decoded the message in his head.

Draco,

I know how much you like tattoos. Dumbledore has agreed to let you come home to Malfoy Manor by floo tomorrow morning while the other students are in Hogsmeade to discuss the possibilities further. Bring dress robes as we will also be attending a small get together with a few important friends.

Lucius Malfoy

Draco re-read the letter three times quickly in succession before the message sank in. His father was finally calling him to receive the dark mark from the Dark Lord. He would be a Death Eater like his father. A feeling of despair flooded through him but the only expression on his face was cold indifference. Pansy looked at Draco questioningly. "What did he want?" She knew Draco's father didn't bother him without reason. Draco shrugged.

"My mother has gotten sick and he needs me to go to the manor tomorrow. It's no big deal." Draco said, the lie coming out easily.

"Oh! Will she be ok?" asked Pansy, not liking the idea of her future mother-in-law being sick. Draco scoffed at her.

"Of course she will be ok. You should know we have only the best healers at Malfoy Manor tending to her as we speak. She should be back to top health by the time I get there tomorrow." Draco stood up and gathered his things. He needed to get somewhere private before he exploded on someone. On the outside he was calm and collected, but really he was freaking out. Draco leaned over and kissed Pansy before telling her he had some unfinished homework he had to complete before classes started, lying shamelessly. He had no plans to go to his dorm, or to today's classes. Draco had one destination: The Room of Requirement, where no one could bother him and he could let out his emotions. As he was walking there, he zoned out until he bumped into the very last person he wanted to see right then.

"Watch where you're going Potter. Learn some walking etiquette!" Draco said sharply. Harry just looked at him, and then started walking away. His eyes were red and puffy and Draco could obviously tell that he had been crying. Draco sneered at the 'Boy Who Lived'. "Aww, poor little Potter's crying. What's wrong was your scar hurting?" Harry pushed him away.

"Leave me alone Malfoy. I'm not in the mood to fight with you." Harry walked away, leaving Draco standing alone in the hallway, and for the first time in the five years Draco had known Harry, he felt a twinge of sympathy for his rival.

Draco walked quickly up to the seventh floor to the space of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet. At first there wasn't anything there, but after he walked past the wall three times, a door appeared. Draco slipped inside, making sure that no one was following him in the hallway.

Inside this room was everything Draco needed to skip school all day and be able to let out his feelings privately. It was a gigantic bedroom with a king-sized bed underneath emerald and black blankets, and the walls were an emerald green as well. There were two doors leading to a bathroom and a fully stocked kitchen, making Draco able to stay all day without having to leave to relieve his self or eat. Draco climbed up on the huge bed and quite unexpectedly started crying.

At first, he was silent as tears streaked down his face, dripping down and staining his tie as well as his hands as he continuously wiped at his face. But as more time went on he started screaming and bawling, choked sounds coming from him as he tried to catch his breath and failed. He began talking to himself, cursing his father for forcing the situation on him.

He never wanted to be a Death Eater, and nowadays he detested his father for turning him into the horrible person he was. His rudeness and snobbery was an act and he felt bad to deceive everyone - especially Hermione Granger - but if he didn't act like he did, his father would disown him. Lucius had planned Draco's life almost day-by-day ever since Draco was born. He picked his friends, his girlfriend, and made him be rude to Potter and his friends as well as anyone who wasn't a pureblood.

As Draco was crying, he didn't notice that he left the door open a crack, allowing a curious Harry Potter (who wanted to know what Draco was up to) to follow him and listen at the doorway unnoticed.

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Draco woke up the next day with a feeling of dread. At first he couldn't remember, but as the fog from sleeping lifted, he remembered with a jolt about the letter from his father. Draco wiped the dried tears off of his face and took a deep breath to prevent him from crying all over again.

He looked down at his watch and cursed. Breakfast was going to be over in less than thirty minutes. Draco decided he didn't give two shits on how he looked because if he didn't eat something, he would regret it later. He looked down at his wrinkled clothes and ran his fingers through his hair. "This will have to do," he said to his self, frustrated that he didn't wake up on time. He bolted out of the Room of Requirement and raced to the Great Hall so he could try to get something in his stomach.

Right before he entered the Great Hall, he took one more look at his shabby attire. He had never let anyone see him like this and was half on just skipping breakfast altogether, but he had ended up not eating anything yesterday except for a few bites of French toast. Draco sucked in his Malfoy pride and put his delicate fingers on the door handle. "Let them laugh," he murmured to his self as he turned the handle and slipped inside.

As he had expected, as soon as he walked into the Great Hall, everyone went silent. It stayed this was all the way until he had walked to the Slytherin table and sat down in the seat closest to the door. His girlfriend, Pansy was not there. He assumed that she had left already. Draco paid no mind to everyone who was currently whispering to their friends about his state of attire. He snickered as he overheard someone telling their friend that he still looked like a Slytherin Prince even with his disheveled appearance. While he was eating, he heard Potter's voice from a table over whispering to his two followers, Weasley and Granger.

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"…Seriously, there's something wrong with Malfoy." Harry whispered none too quietly. "I passed him in the corridor yesterday and he looked really suspicious – he wasn't heading to class, which he didn't go to anyway- so I followed him."

"Where did he go?" asked Ron, ignoring Hermione's attempts to stop Harry and Ron from gossiping.

"He went to the Room of Requirement. And he was crying! I heard him – the stupid git forgot to close the door properly."

"HE WHAT?!" Ron bellowed so loudly that the other House tables were all turning around to stare at him. Hermione smacked his arm.

"Shh Ronald, he's going to hear you! Sit back down!" Hermione pulled Ron back down as he was trying to get up to go make fun of Malfoy. "Did you hear him say anything about why he was upset?" Harry shrugged.

"Well mostly he was just crying, but I heard him keep on asking himself what he did to deserve such a punishment. What do you think he was talking about? Ron and Hermione shrugged, both not having a clue."

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Draco had heard enough gossip. He stood up, his posture straight and his expression hateful as he stormed over to the Gryffindor table and over to the Golden Trio. "You goddamn son of a bitch," Draco said quietly and venomously. "Why the fuck were you following me yesterday? What I do is none of your fucking business! Don't fucking stalk me Potter or I'll involve Professor Snape."

All Harry could do is stare guiltily as his rival blew off on him. He had seen Draco when he walked into the Great Hall and could tell something was different with the blonde. Now seeing him up close, Harry could see that Draco was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He had dark circles under his eyes, clashing against his pale skin, and his hair was unkempt and his clothes were wrinkled.

"You know what, Potter? Fuck you. And let me tell you that I am nothing like my father." Draco pivoted from the Gryffindor table and stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving Harry stunned and very confused.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.

"No idea, Harry said, and for the first time in the five years he had known Malfoy, he felt a twinge of sympathy for the snobby Draco Malfoy."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well he obviously heard us. We shouldn't even be gossiping about Malfoy anyways; even if he is rude to us." Hermione said scathingly.

"Yeah," Harry said distractedly. He had been thinking about going to see where Draco went and possibly apologize to the boy when a thought popped into his head. Malfoy looks really cute when he's angry. Harry shuddered, wondering where that though came from. I'm straight! He thought to himself, trying not to freak out by his random thoughts. I am not gay and I do NOT like Malfoy! Although he denied it vehemently, a voice in the back of his head said otherwise. He looks cute even when he isn't angry.

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Draco was fuming. He had never meant to get that angry, but he was just so nervous and frustrated over what was going to happen today that he took it out on Potter and his friends. It didn't help that Potter was talking shit behind his back.

He looked at his watch, wondering when he should leave for Malfoy Manor. His father never specified in the letter. He assumed that someone would come find him eventually so he started walking towards the Slytherin common room to do homework and wait. To become a Death Eater.

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Blaise Zabini had been watching Malfoy since the incident at breakfast with a mild interest. He wasn't surprised that when 'perfect' Malfoy came into breakfast 'less than perfect' because Blaise knew exactly what Draco was going through. His father had sent him a letter the beginning of last week demanding the same thing of Blaise that Lucius asked of him and he was only a week into classes.

Blaise was supposed to meet up with Draco and go to Malfoy Manor with him to meet the Dark Lord and be branded with the Dark Mark. And although he didn't want to join forces with Voldemort, he had no choice. It was join Death Eater ranks, switch to the light side, or die. And it was obvious that Draco didn't want to accept the Dark Mark either.

So in that position, the dark boy watched Draco, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he waltzed over to Potter and basically told him he was for the light side. I guess in Draco's case, like father, like son doesn't apply. As Draco left the Great Hall, his robes flapping behind him in a very Snape-like way, Blaise got up and followed him. Exiting the Great Hall, Blaise looked left and right, trying to see where the blonde went off to. Looking to the left, Blaise saw Draco almost running down the hall, probably heading off to the Slytherin dorms. Blaise pulled his bag over his shoulder and started running to catch up to Draco.

"MALFOY – HEY MALFOY!" Blaise yelled out as he tried to catch up to his best friend. Draco turned around menacingly. He was obviously not in the mood for a friendly conversation, Blaise noted. He was going to have to be careful in approaching the subject of today.

"What do you want Blaise. I'm busy. Did you want to make fun of how I look today? Or do you actually have something important to say to me?" Blaise pulled Draco into a nearby empty classroom and cast a silencing charm so no one could overhear their conversation. Draco had walked over to the window and leaned against the sill. Blaise followed him and sat on top of a nearby desk. After a few minutes of silence Blaise spoke.

"I wasn't going to talk about your looks Draco. You're obviously going through something and I'm not going to piss you off further. I'm your best friend, not some asshole waiting to put you down whenever possible." Blaise was silent again, thinking of what to say. This time also gave Draco a chance to calm down and put his Malfoy mask of indifference on. Finally Blaise said, "I'm supposed to go with you to the Malfoy Manor today. We're supposed to both become Dea-"

"Please don't say it Blaise. I know what you're talking about." Draco interrupted Blaise. "How exciting for us," he said sarcastically.

"Listen," Blaise said kindly. "I know you don't want to. I saw you at breakfast. But we either do it, or face some serious consequences. Hell, I don't want to do it either." Blaise paused for a moment. "I had always thought you wanted to end up just like your father and -"

"I never want to be anything like my father!" Draco growled suddenly. Looking around to make sure no one was nearby, he cast another silencing charm. He kept his voice low and controlled. "He acts so bloody proud, but then kisses You-Know-Who's feet and begs for mercy like a fucking house elf!"

Blaise looked at him several seconds before speaking. "It sucks. We're not even given a fucking choice in the matter. Come on; let's go get ready for the inevitable. We may as well look nice while we're being tortured against our wills." Draco smirked at his best friend and removed the silencing charm. "I'm sure Crabbe and Goyle will be doing about the same thing, but will less dressing up and more cupcakes." Draco went to answer, but Ron and Hermione walked into the classroom.

"Hey Malfoy, you been crying lately? Ron said rudely, ignoring Hermione's requests to leave them alone."

"Shove off Weasel! Go back to that cardboard box you call home and bother your fat, sorry excuse for a mother!" Draco didn't mean any of this of course, but this is what he was trained to do. Insult people.

"Will you please stop fighting!" yelled Hermione, desperate for peace between the two boys. She looked at them both pleadingly.

"Like I would ever listen to a mudblood!" Draco snapped offhandedly. Right after he said it, he regretted it instantly. Especially right as Ron's fist appeared in front of his face and punched him right in the nose. Draco wasn't sure, but he thought he heard his nose crack. And that one punch was not the last of them.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL HER THAT AGAIN!" Ron bellowed in between punches to Draco's face and chest. Draco just stood there in shock while Ron beat him into a pulp. Although Draco was not used to getting hurt in that manner, he knew he deserved every punch Ron gave him. He deserved much more than a punch in the face from the things he had said over the years. Ron sensed this and pushed Draco onto the ground and started kicking him in different places. Draco was going to have bruises everywhere. He laughed bitterly inside his head when Ron kicked in between his legs. I guess having children is out of the question.

Everywhere hurt but Draco's damn Malfoy pride kept him from showing any emotion. He just relaxed his body and waited for Ron to get bored and stop. Luckily, the pain lessened as the feeling of numbness spread throughout his body and he fell into unconsciousness. Blaise, who had left the room with Hermione so she didn't freak out further, came back in after Ron left to find Draco passed out on the floor.

Blaise cursed. "Goddamn it Draco, this is not a good time to be unconscious! Your father is going to kill us!" Blaise stooped down and tried to pull Draco up to a standing position, but with no luck. Draco was heavy due to his height, and Blaise just couldn't pick him up alone. "Fuck Draco! Why are you so fucking heavy?!" Blaise yelled out in frustration. He bent down and tried to lift up the blonde again, still with no success.

"It looks like you could use some help," a voice said from the doorway.

"Yeah, he – um – fell down the stairs," Blaise said, voicing the first lie that came to him that could explain Draco's appearance. He was still turned towards Draco so he had no idea who he was dealing with.

"The stairs are quite a ways from this classroom." The person pointed out knowingly. Blaise turned towards the mysterious helper and gasped in surprise. "Potter! What the hell are you doing here?" Harry shrugged noncommittally.

"I was looking for Ron and Hermione. I'm assuming that he found you two here and Draco said something rude about Hermione. Sorry I wasn't here to stop him – I was using the loo."

"It's not me you have to apologize to. I'm pretty sure Weasley kicked Draco in the balls a few times." Harry grimaced.

"So do you need my help or not?" Harry asked Blaise. Blaise nodded.

"Just help me get him to the hospital wing, all right? And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you will regret it. Word is going to spread that Weasley beat him up, but nobody needs to know that he passed out and that Harry Potter had to help to get him to the hospital wing. I'd do it myself, but I was never any good with levitation charms."

Harry grabbed the blonde's hands while Blaise grabbed Draco's feet and they began to lug the unconscious boy to the hospital wing on the third floor."Harry Potter- always a savior," mused Blaise as they carried the Blonde up to the Hospital Wing, thankful that everyone was still in the Great Hall.