Poisoned

Two

It had been a week since Draco was allowed out in the community once again. Since, he was a "constant threat and danger to society." Such bullshit. The blond was sprawled on the expensive couch, the couch his Father would never let him on. The old bugger had been imprisoned, and soon, it would be Draco's turn. His eyes scanned the old Manor, his fingers combing his chin softly as he thought. He hated being home. Too many bad memories.

"Are you ready?" His Mother walked out, putting her silk gloves on her hands.

Unlike Lucius, Narcissa hadn't been sent to Azkaban. Why? Well, Potter just had to open his stupid mouth.

"She covered for me!" A man with round glasses seemed to scream during the trial. A closer look and it was, Harry Potter. "She told the Death Eaters I was dead."

Narcissa and Potter shared a knowing glance, a sort of recognition, a possible swirl of a memory only the two could understand.

"Yes." Draco said simply, standing up.

He wished she'd died in the War. It wasn't fair, what was happening to her. She lost her Husband, and now, she'd be loosing her son. Death would've been a sweet release.

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Arriving to King's Cross was always a hassle for the Malfoy's. Hiding around muggles was complete torture. The two made their way through the wall which led to Platform 9 and 3/4, not caring if anyone saw them. It would just be another rule they hadn't followed. Screw the Wizarding World, they knew nothing.

As soon as they walked in, immediate, hard glares were turned their way. Whispers started, and eyebrows quirked. Draco simply rolled his eyes. Were their lives really so boring that they could only gossip about the Malfoy's? He shook his head.

Suddenly, his Mother stopped walking. "Be safe." She smiled at him, resting a hand on her son's cheek. "You can always write."

Draco nodded slowly. He knew what this was, it was their goodbye. Yet, he didn't seem to care.

"Bye." He said simply, patting her shoulder and then walking away hurriedly.

Narcissa let out a sigh, shaking her head and then turning to leave. Draco was now on his own, or, so he thought.

His eyes suddenly landed on familiar frizzy hair. He began to walk towards her, his luggage strung lazily over his shoulder. As Draco neared, he realized something. Granger was sniffling.

"Something wrong, Granger?" He asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

It was sincere, for a moment, but then he realized: they weren't friends.

Granger immediately turned around, her eyes narrowing at the pale face in front of her. "It's none of your concern, Malfoy." She said simply, her hand clenching the strap of her suitcase tightly.

She unconsciously began to put her suitcase down, her hand pulling on her sweater sleeve roughly, hiding her 'war scar.'

Draco's eyes glanced at her arm, for only a moment. Her scar. She was hiding it.

He shrugged nonchalantly, though a smirk graced his face. "I see."

As if on purpose, his foot collided with her bag, sending it on its side. His eyes widened, but only for a quick second before his face returned to its usual calm demeanor.

"So sorry." Draco drawled out insincerely.

The brown haired girl simply glared at the blond, pulling on her left sleeve continuously. "Of course." She whispered out, then shaking her head. "Where's your observer?"

Then, Draco's eyes twinkled with something. Something that said 'I know more than you.'

"Didn't you know?" He began, then pausing for dramatic effect. Draco's hideous smirk returned and he tsked. "It's you."

A/N
Okay so its like, the same info but I felt like doing his perspective whoops