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Draco

Hi lovelys! I hope you like this chapter. I took a deep dive into Draco so it probably doesn't follow any major plot. I promise next chapter I will get back on story plot.

Dracos POV

I found my self thinking of potter along with many other things. Of course I still worked on my assignments. Father sent me letters every week to see how I was doing. Now when I say 'see how I was doing' I really mean see how I was doing academically. He prided himself in my achievements. So I have to study even if I know something so well. My mother sends letters occasionally. I was reading one of them in the common room last week.

Dear Draco,
How are you? Your father and I are well.
I hope you are enjoying yourself at Hogwarts this year. I heard you won your game against Ravenclaw. Excellent! I hear from you father that you are above average in all you classes besides divination. But that doesn't matter. I can't write as long as I used to, and I am deeply sorry. You see you father has gotten more and more jumpy calming things about the dark lord. But let us not dwell on that. I hope you enjoy your time at school to its fullest and feel exited and challenged in all your classes.
Love you,
Your mother

She always write like she would never see him again. She also wrote like she had no one to confide in. Something he was feeling at the moment. Sure he had Crabbe and Goile but they sorta lumped around. And there was Pansy and Blaze, but they couldn't sympathize only pity, and that was one thing I hated.

It was about a week after the first hogsmead weekend. Which was great except when they visited the shrieking shack and Weasel and Granger were there. But I don't like to dwell on the trouble some aspects. Another thing that had happened was the hippogryph. The bloody beast almost cut my arm off! Any way father had been furious and I had gotten about a thousand worried letters from mother.

I sighed and slouched back in the squishy green velvet chair. It was almost 2 in the morning and I really couldn't sleep. I took in a deep breath smelling the gloomy old smell of the conmen room. When I was younger I used to cast a charm so I couldn't smell it but I crept forgetting and dropped the idea. Realizing I was probably not going to go to sleep anytime soon I got up and decided to take a walk.