Draco Malfoy, Broken

A/N - Special Update 20K

20K special update! Sneak peeks and story recommendations/shout-outs!

I just wanted to thank everyone who has read, voted, commented and/or followed me and Draco Malfoy, Broken since I've started writing this book! 20,000 views, yeah! Super excited face! You all have kept me going this long. It's almost been a year and nearing chapter 50 and 350,000 words!

I tagged everyone I could find in my notifications and they're at the bottom! Thanks again! I'm sorry if I missed someone. My notifications only go back so far, so if you've been with me all along, I apologize for missing your support! And if you haven't voiced your support, no problem! I hope you have enjoyed the story!

But here are some little sneak peeks at what's to come... good and bad –

-- "...and I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

-- His fingers scrapped uselessly against the wooden door. "You're not going anywhere, Dray. We need to talk." 

-- Molly Weasley, undisputed head of the Weasley family, came toward him intently and he resisted the urge to hide behind Harry. "Draco, can I talk to you?" she asked. Alone, was her meaning.

-- "It's been a week and he hasn't said anything," she whispered, needlessly. Blaise nodded, unable to offer any words of encouragement. This was just the first step and it wasn't going well at all. He gave her a helpless look and said, "We knew this was going to be difficult... we just have to...." He didn't finish, though, looking over at him. She walked over to his bed and knelt down in front of him. She tried to get eye contact, but his black eyes flittered away unable to rest on anything in particular.

-- "I don't want to put what they did to me in words," he said, words barely passing through his lips. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees and said, "You can't heal if you keep everything inside."

-- "What? Is your gay-dar better than mine?"

-- He dropped his robes onto the brick. The swift flow of air was brutally cold, vicious whipping through him, chilling him to the bone immediately. But he wanted to see it. His mark. The accursed brand that separated him from everyone else, the good side. He ran his thumb across it, one last time.  Tears fell down his eyes and he took a step up.

-- Draco clutched Blaise's robes as though desperate in the knowledge that he might forget it, again, if he didn't get it off his chest. 

-- Blaise's hands were trembling. Fear was an emotion he was not used to. "Theo, just be ready. I don't know what's going to happen." Theo gave a nod and pulled out his wand, ready to hex anyone. He probably should have told him more, but asking Theo to accompany him and, essentially, to help protect him was the most he was willing to do.

-- "I'm tired of listening to you yap. Have you met Scabior?"

-- "Thanks for coming with me," Harry said when they apparated to a concealed spot in some trees. "No problem. I wanted to come," Draco said, as they started walking. Harry obviously knew where he was going and led him through the trees to a street. "This isn't going to be very pleasant, but I have to do it." Draco only nodded. He was nervous, too, this was the first time he'd be meeting them. Harry guided him past the several small square, box houses, fences and various cars, before stopping in front of a house with number 4 displayed on the front.