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Chapter 7

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I walked into Professor Snape's office with dread. As a dealer in illicit goods, I had more than a little trepidation, as I walked through the door. I could actually be expelled for selling massive amounts of cheap alcohol to minors. Hell, I could end up in prison over it if they really wanted to kick up a stink.

'Did he know?'

“Take a seat Draco.” Professor Snape waved his wand and a plush chair appeared in front of his desk. He went around his desk and took a seat, himself. “We have a few things to talk about.”

“Yes, Professor.” I sat down in the comfortable chair.

“I thought it strange that you spoke the way you do now.” He began. “So I talked to Lucius.” His stone cold face softened. “He told me about your illness. You must be very confused, forgetting all of your past.”

I nodded slowly. “I am very confused, sir.”

“I've known you your entire life.” He stated. “I was there when you were born, call me Uncle Severus as you always have.”

Hopefully not a funny uncle. I don't know what I'd do with myself after that kind of bullshit got thrown my way.

“Yes, Uncle Severus.” I nodded again.

“I've seen you with miss Granger, often.” He continued “Is there something you would like to tell me?”

I felt my mouth go dry. I'd never really considered what my 'Father' would do about my muggleborn girlfriend. I expected it to be a while until I had to deal with that problem.

“She is my girlfriend.” I confessed. No use hiding it from a man who could theoretically read minds. I don't know if mind reading worked through eye contact or even if he could as fan-fictions suggested he could.

I lowered my eyes to the floor and put a sad look on my face. “Are you going to tell on me?” I felt a shiver go down my spine at the thought of Lucius Malfoy torturing me at wand-point for 'sullying his bloodline'. I had to learn how to defend myself quickly.

“Eventually I'm going to have to tell your father.” Snape confessed. “And I expect that he will be very upset with you.”

I grimaced.

“But there is no reason that I need to tell him right now is there?” He continued. “It's not like its a serious relationship for a two first years to like each other.”

I felt the tension ease out of my shoulders a little bit. He wasn't going to rat on me right now. He was however going to rat on me at some point. I had to be ready to face Lucius Malfoy in a fight. I had to be ready to support myself financially when he disowns me.

Not if he disowns me...

When.

“I love her, Uncle Severus.” I half lied. Professor Snape snorted a laugh.

I loved the idea of her. She herself was getting a bit annoying. Although her help with homework was almost worth it. I was always done with homework the day it was assigned, giving me more time to read up on other 'extracurricular' magic.

“Yes, you think you...” He paused, “love the girl. All young men go through this with their first love.”

He opened a desk drawer. “but sometimes young love can be manufactured. A plot against your family to embarrass and humiliate you.”

He took a potions vial from his desk. “I want to make sure that your relationship with young miss Granger isn't the consequence of a cruel prank.” He held up the vial of glowing pink liquid. “Do you know what this is?”

I shook my head. “No, sir.” What was it? I was clueless.

“It's the cure for a wide variety of love potions,” He shook the bottle vigorously to mix it up. “I want you to drink it.” He held out the bottle.

I took it with a surety that I was under the effects of no love potions. I wasn't really in love.

”Thank you, Uncle Severus.” I uncorked the vial and drained it in one gulp. It tasted like sour candy and weed. Light Reece's peanut butter cups and liquor. Like jelly beans dosed with the metallic flavor of acid. All of my favorite flavors mixed together into one.

I breathed out a pink mist. I felt my low buzzing high fade away. It absolutely killed my buzz.

“How do you feel about miss Granger now?” He leaned forward and stared at me intently. “Do you still love her?”

“Yes sir, I still love her.” I shook my head positively.

Professor Snape leaned back into his chair with a sigh. “I was in love with a muggleborn girl when I was your age.” He confessed. “I loved her as soon as I met her.” He rubbed his temples as if he had a headache. “You must be confused why I am telling you this?”

I nodded. I really didn't expect Snape to tell me or anyone about Lily Evans.

“She was a Gryfindor, And I was a Slytherin.” He continued. “It was not a match meant to be.” He sighed again. “Our friends ridiculed us both for liking each other. For being friends. I don't want to see you getting hurt over a muggleborn girl. Yet I also don't want to force you to separate from her and create resentment.”

“Why are you telling me all of this sir?” I interrupted. “I'm just 11. I'm not planning to marry Hermione.”

“I just want whats best for you, Draco. I want to see you happy.” He frowned. “You are going to face a lot of problems if you continue your relationship with miss Granger.” He paused for a moment as he thought of what he wanted to say. “I faced a lot of hardship over just being friends with a Gryfindor muggleborn when in school, from Gryfindors and Slytherins alike.”

He leaned back into his chair “I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.” He paused once more and caught my eyes.

I forced myself to think only of the energy in my center. To clear all other thoughts. Maybe it would keep him from finding out all of my secrets.

“I want you to know that you can trust me.” I looked down at my fancy leather shoes and nodded. “I want you to know you can come to me if you have any problems. I am your godfather after all. I've always been there for you. Now that you are ill, I want to be there for you even more.”

Well... This conversation was going to a creepy place.

“I understand, Uncle Severus. I'll come to you if I run into any trouble.” I lied.

Like hell I would. Any troubles I ran into, I would try to talk my way out of. If talking didn't work, I would use my .38 to settle the problem.

“You can go now, Draco.”

I rose from my chair with relief. I wasn't getting expelled. I wasn't going to prison. I walked to the door and opened it.

“One last thing, Draco.” I turned to face Professor Snape.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Don't let me catch you selling that muggle swill to anyone under fifth year. It's a very unhealthy habit for the younger years.” I felt the blood drain from my face and my guts clench with fear. “I know that I won't be able to stop the upper years from drinking no matter what I do. Some of them have taken our house motto of cunning to heart.”

“Don't act so surprised. I'm not an idiot. But I expect you to be more discreet in the future.” He admonished. “I know you are ambitious to make money and a reputation, But take care not to get caught”

I want you to cease your habit of imbibing as well, or I will have to punish you.” He added.

“Ye-yes, sir.” I squeaked. I practically ran from the room.

What the fuck was going on?

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White faced and tense, I made my way to the lake where Hermione waited for me. She lit the joint as I passed one over. I took a hit after her and rubbed the joint out on a rock. We read in silence for awhile. Me, out of the second year charms book, while she read the second year transfiguration textbook.

When the pot kicked in, I felt the tension wash away into relaxed and normal paranoia.

“Why are you so pale, Draco?” Hermione asked “Are you feeling alright?”

I still couldn't figure out why I wasn't in trouble. What possible reason could Professor Snape have for not confiscating my mole-skin liquor-store pouch. It was driving my weed induced paranoia through the roof. I was ten steps from a full blown panic attack.

I forced myself to smile at her. “I'm fine darlin'.” I answered. “Just a little tense from my meeting with Professor Snape.”

“Are you sure?” She prodded, ever the curious girl. “Maybe you should take another hit of this.” She lit the joint again and passed it over to me.

I smiled genuinely. It was the moments like this, that I really liked Hermione. “Sounds Like a good idea.”

Breathing deep and holding the smoke in my lungs came naturally, now. “Do you want another hit?” She nodded with a smile and I passed it over. We read until the weed made the words start to blur and squiggle on my textbook.

I felt the tingling on my skin once more. I felt the energy once again boiling away inside of me, even without concentration on it. I should show Hermione, I felt.

I was still paranoid however. I needed to distract myself. I would show Hermione.

“Hey.” I got her attention as she looked up from her book. “Do you want to learn some wandless magic with me?” It was never mentioned in the books, yet the movies had a couple of scenes of it. Fanfiction made wandless magic sound like the have-all be-all of creation that only OP Harry Potters could accomplish.

I found it fairly easy to make light.

Hermione's face looked excited. “Like what? I've never heard of wandless magic before. It sounds interesting.” She spoke in a rushed single breath. Damn that girl could talk.

“You've seen Dobby, right?”I said and she nodded. “Well, he doesn't use a wand.”

“And with Cani Herb, You don't have to either.” I held up my hand where a ball of light shone brightly.

Her face lit up. “How are you doing that. We just learned the lighting charm in class on Friday .Thats amazing. Can you show me how?” She spoke in a rush once more.

“Yes I can show you. I want you to impress my parents, remember?” I continued. Come on, I need to show you how to meditate before you can start making the wandless light.” I rose and held out my hand.

We walked to the castle hand in hand. Hermione was chattering away about how exciting it was to learn about wandless magic and asked where I was leading her.

“We are going to my secret lair.” I made made a funny face. She laughed. Its easy to make a high girl laugh. “For real though, Its a place that I use as my meditation chamber. Its a very relaxing place.”

I led her up to the seventh floor and walked back and forth three times while thinking, 'I need a meditation room for two.' The door appeared as the wall seem to melt away in front of it. I walked into the room while holding Hermione's hand.

“This room can turn into any kind of room you want.” I said as I looked around. “All you have to do is think about what you want and walk past the door three times.” The only difference to the room from last time is that there were two mats on the floor instead of one.

“I will teach you how to meditate, now.”

I taught her the beginnings of meditation for another couple of hours until the weed began to wear off. We took another hit and went back to reading in silence after taking another hit of weed.

She still hadn't caught on to the fact that I was giving her an addictive drug. Don't go telling me weed isn't addictive. I've done it every day for over a decade. It's as addictive as fucking is. It feels good and you just want to do it again.

Luckily I was in an 11 year old body and wasn't interested in fucking. Thank god for that. I don't know what I'd do if I had a libido distracting me even more.

“I want you to practice meditating before you go to bed every night. Make sure you take a couple of hits first, though. “ I told her as we were heading to dinner. “Once you can feel a tinging on your skin, or a feeling of something like energy in here.” I tapped her belly “Let me know. Thats the first step.”

“Okay, Draco.” She smiled, her eyes red and squinted. “I'm really hungry. Lets hurry to dinner.”

“Me too.” I agreed. “I have the munchies like a mother fucker.”

She slapped me on the chest. “Language, Draco.”

“Yes, mam.” I agreed again.

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We were on the first floor and almost in the great hall when I fell to the floor. Someone had shoved me. “You stay away from her, Malfoy.” I heard Weasly's voice from behind me as Hermione helped me to my feet. “You don't mess with Gryfindors, you snake.”

I looked over at him. He was red faced and had his fisted balled up like a little rage monster. Harry Potter stood next to him and looked nervous. Hermione stood in stunned silence.

“Dude, don't push me.” I held up my hands “Theres no need for violence, man” I was too stoned to fight the little fucker right now.

“You stay away from her then! You can't be allowed to corrupt another Gryfindor!” He practically screamed.

“Mr. Weasly! Ten points from Gryfindor and detention with me!” I heard a shout from across the entrance hall as Professor McGonagall walked over to us. “Are you alright Mr. Malfoy?” She asked me.

I had banged my knee but I was beyond really feeling any pain. “I'm fine, Professor.” She nodded.

She grabbed Weasly by the back of his robes and stalked towards her office. “You are going to have a chat with me, in my office, Mr. Weasley.” Ronald glared over his shoulder at me as he was dragged away by the teacher.

“That foul little boy!” Hermione cursed. “What was he thinking, pushing you like that?”

“Settle down, darlin', I'm fine.” I still had a southern drawl, despite three weeks of being in the UK, surrounded by different British accents.

I look over at Harry. He was watching Ron's retreating back as Professor McGonagall. “Hey, dude.” I called for his attention. He looked over at me. “I'm not a racist bigot you and your friend seem to think I am..” I told the truth.

And then I started lying.

“I'm not trying to corrupt anyone. I'm not evil and my mother was a Ravenclaw, for the record.” I said. “There is no reason for all this hostility that you have for me.” I pointed at the Slytherin symbol on my robes. “This doesn't make me an evil guy.”

Harry turned up his nose. “My friend, Hagrid, says that there was never a student that went evil that wasn't from Slytherin.”

“You mean that beastly man from that time I met you in Diagon Alley?” I asked nonchalantly.

Harry glared. “Don't talk like that about Hagrid.” He hissed.

'Very loyal to his friends,' I thought.

“I asked my father about him after you told me his name in Diagon Alley.” I rubbed my nails on my shirt. “He told me that Hagrid was a Slytherin who got expelled after bringing a class XXXXX magical beast into the school and it killed a second year muggleborn girl. Dumbledore covered for him to keep him out of prison for some reason. Even gave him a job here at the school.”

Harry's face was disbelieving. “Your lying.”

“No I'm not. She turned into a ghost and haunts the second floor girl's restroom. Go ask her who got expelled for killing her.” I pointed upwards at the ceiling “Her name is Moaning Myrtle. They call her that because all she does is cry after she died.”

Harry looked shocked. “I don't believe you.”

I goaded him on. “Don't believe me. Go ask her yourself, unless your scared to talk to a ghost.” I turned my nose up. “I don't have to stand here and be called a liar.” I turned on my heel, took Hermione's hand and led her to the great hall.

“I'm not an evil bastard you know. Thats a title best left for your bigoted friends who have manipulated you into believing things that just aren't true.” I shot over my shoulder.

I looked back over my shoulder before entering the great hall. Harry stood stunned and confused. He was a curious little bastard...

Just like Hermione.

There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to go sneak into the girls restroom and talk to the ghost. His curiosity wouldn't let him rest until he got to the bottom of any mystery.

“Was that true, Draco?” Hermione asked. “What you said about the grounds-keeper.”

I nodded “Every word.”

She shuddered. “A murderer working here in the school.”

I rubbed her back softly “Don't worry, I'll protect you from him.”

Or she will protect me... who knows how strong her magic is?

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“I understood your being nice to her...” Nott paused. “It made sense.” I gestured to Hermione across the hall at the Gryfindor table. “But making her your girlfriend-” Theodore struggled to find the words. “Its just...” He paused, “Wrong.”

“Shes not even pretty.” Blaise chimed in.

“I don't mind muggleborns unlike these two, And I don't know what you see in her either.” Tracy Davis agreed. She was sitting across the table from me, sitting in between Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode.

Crabbe and Goyle grunted in agreement at the end of the table on either side. “We don't get it either.” Goyle voiced his opinion.

“Name one girl in the entire school who had her entire year's textbooks memorized before the first day of class.” I drawled in a bored voice. “Name one girl that performs the spells in class faster or better than she does.”

Silence.

“As far as I'm concerned. I caught the best witch in our generation.”

Greengrass snorted. “So you are her boyfriend because she is powerful?”

Tracy seemed to nod a little at my point. “Seems a bit more logical.”

“No it doesn't.” Blaise disagreed. “So she knows a little magic-” He made an ugly face “Shes still a mudblood.”

“No” I looked at Daphne. “I'm her boyfriend because I like her. Shes special-” I stopped myself. “Shes unique in a way that no other girl I've seen can ever match.” I shrugged “And if you can't accept that...”

I trailed off with another shrug.

“Disgusting.” Nott spat out. “Muggle-loving blood-traitor.” He rose from the table. “I won't sit with a blood-traitor.” He stalked off to the other end of Crabbe.

Why you little shit...

I resisted the urge to strangle the little bigot.

“I agree with Theodore on this one.” Blaise agreed as he rose from the table “You need to think about your priorities.” He rose to sit next to Goyle.

“Hey Crabbe, Goyle.” I got their attention away from the food for a moment, as I rose from the table. “Why don't you guys sit over here for a moment, so that Nott, Zabini, and I can have a little chat.”

They moved to where Nott and Zabini used to sit while I took Crabbe's seat. “I know that you two are upset with me...” I trailed off with a friendly smile “And I know that you think I've betrayed and dirtied my pureblood name by dating a muggleborn.”

Nott scowled, while Zabini glared.

“But if either one of you ever have a problem with me and you want to talk about it...” I paused dramatically. “You had better do it in the privacy of our dorms or-” I lowered my voice as the pleasant smile slipped off my face. “I will have my house-elf cut open your soft little throats while you sleep.”

I gave them a stone cold stare as they both turned white. “I have plans for the mudblood, and if you interfere or argue in public with me again-”

I looked down the table where the upper years were eating. I nodded my head in their direction. “I'll pay one of them with enough alcohol to bend both of you over, stick their wand up your asses, and curse away until your little guts litter the floor.” I threatened.

My violent words had the desired effect as their eyes were wide and frightened.

“Now, you can both go trade seats with Crabbe and Goyle, and behave yourselves around me.”

They both sat in stunned silence.

I slapped my hands on the table loud enough to make a bang and snarled.

“Now.” I hissed.

They scrambled to obey.

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