Disclaimer: Not mine. Sorry. . . . DON'T JUDGE ME! Whoa, sorry, lost the cool.
A/N: So this is new. It is a Draco Malfoy Story and I hope you guys like it. Enjoy.
Oh, Little Shadow, Little Shadow,
You just don't see, do you?
We see the world in only black and white,
While you see in many shades and hues.
She betrayed us all.
Mostly because of her, we were defeated and sent to Azkaban.
I spent two horrible years there because of her, because after her betrayal, I was stunned. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I could barely even breath, and it wasn't because of a spell.
I remembered she was standing next to me, fighting with me. . . . Until that blasted Potter appeared, pointing his wand at the two of us. But then, he held out his hand to her, waiting . . . and she took it. She took his hand and left me with no more than an 'I'm sorry'.
It shames me to admit that I was hurt. Hurt that this girl, two years younger then me, someone I had know in Hogwarts, who everyone in the Slytherin house had refereed to as my 'Shadow' had betrayed me. I guess . . . hard to imagine . . . she'd grown on me and I'd actually started to . . . care . . . about her.
Until she did what she did. . . . Until I was happy that she was dead, to me and the world.
And now, here I was two years later, now twenty-one . . . and there she was. There she was strolling through Diagon Alley, a shopping bag from Flourish and Blotts clutched in one hand and her purse dangling over the other arm. She had changed her appearance a lot. Her hair was blond and short and her eyes were blue, but the face was still the same, the same heart-shape face with a couple of freckles on each cheek.
How dare she have the nerve to show her face in public? I didn't really give a damn about how much she had changed that face, it was still a fact of the matter. My insides clenched with anger as she bustled past where I was, her face down and a book in her hands, reminded me an awful lot about that horrid Hermione Granger.
It wasn't hard to move in front of her, seeing as how she didn't seem to notice anything around her. I snatched the book from her hands and she stopped, looking up at me, about to speak. Her eyes got wide and she took a step backwards.
"Hello, Shadow," I said. "Do you remember me?"
Her surprised look turned to one of anger. "It's Cree, Draco," she said. "I haven't been your Shadow for three years."
She snatched her book away from me and pushed past me. A smirk came to my face. She was just how I remembered her, tough and overconfident. Quickly, I turned around and grabbed her by her elbow, pulling her off towards Knockturn Alley.
"What are you doing?" she said. Her voice sounded silky, like I remembered it. "Where are you taking me? Let go of me!"
I pulled her past all the shops in the Alley, sharp owners glancing at us as she protested, pushing against me, but none of them did anything about it. We reached the back of the Alley and I finally let go of her.
She rubbed her elbow, glaring at me. I had left finger imprints on her creamy skin. "What the hell is your problem?"
"You've got some nerve, Cree," I said, shaking my head in disgust. "Showing up here when at least a quarter of the wizarding world wants you dead."
"Well, good thing at least an eighth of those guys is rotting away in Azkaban huh?" she said, giving me a sickly sweet smile and leaning against a pole. "Besides I'm not scared of any of them."
I scoffed. "Not scared? Tell me, how long have you been wandering around in this awful disguise?"
She hesitated. "It's not a disguise. I just wanted a new look."
"Oh, so I see. You've been disguising yourself since you supposedly 'died' right? Three years?"
She glared at me. "So what if I have? I'm protecting myself."
I pulled out my wand, waving it, using an unveiling charm on her. The blond hair slowly grew, falling down to her waist. It darkened from the light blond to brown to the darkest of black. Her eyes changed to in almost the same way, darkening to an incredibly dark brown. Her dark features compared to my light ones, was one of the reasons she had often been called my Shadow.
Her dark eyes glared at me as I leaned towards her. "You disgust me," I spat.
I grabbed her arm again but she was prepared for it this time. Her other arm wrapped around the pole she had been leaning against, gripping it tightly. "Let go of the pole, Cree. You're coming with me."
"I'm not going anywhere with you, you maniac!" she cried. "Let go of me!"
She yanked her arm from my grasp, wrapping it around the pole too. Her eyes were squeezed together tightly and her breathing was slightly labored.
I backed off, waiting. Just like I thought, she calmed down and I saw her visibly relax, the muscles in her shoulders loosening. I took the chance, grabbing her around her waist and snatching her from the pole. She screamed loudly, kicking her feet as I practically lifted her off the ground, bags and all.
I Apparated.
We appeared in the living room of the large cottage I owned. After I got out of Azkaban, I figured there was no way I was going back to Malfoy Manor, so I bought this place. And it was here that I dragged Cree through, screaming and kicking.
I deposited her in the guest room upstairs, sporting various new scratches and bruises.
"How dare you?" she cried hopping to her feet. Her eyes shown with angry and frustrated tears. "How dare you humiliate me like that? Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"As I said before, about a quarter of the wizarding world wants you dead," I said, glaring at her. "It would do you good to keep your happy arse out of sight. You should be grateful that I'm offering to help your sorry, pathetic self."
I walked out of the room, leaving her speechless. I was heading down the stairs when she screamed, "I can't freaking stand you, Draco Malfoy!"
The door slammed.
I smirked to myself. Oh how lovely it was to reunite with old friends.