A Change Of Seasons

Draco Malfoy was sitting in a chair near the fire in the Slytherin commons inwardly smiling. How it had been arraigned for him to have gotten paired off with Harry he still didn't know, but whatever the case was, he was grateful to the gods that be for it. Looking over his schedule for the coming year, he was pleased to find out that he was going to be in atleast 4 classes with the Gryffindors, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Transfiguration, and of course, Potions. That was atleast 4 times a day, not including meals, that he would see Harry. However, it was the potions class that got Draco thinking the most of all of them.

He knew it almost never happened that Harry would be partnered with him for that class, unlike the other 3 which rarely needed partnering off, and were to him, bout as exciting as Moaning Myrtle was. It was in potions that you had to work closely with your partner, measuring the ingredients, stirring the liquids, unable to really leave one's side during experiments. And it was in this class that Draco had been unfortunately partnered with that stupid oaf Goyle for the past 6 years, the thought of which made Draco nearly groan in frustration.

This year he had to do something else then. Somehow, someway, he had to get rid of Goyle as a lab partner and contrive to have Harry as his partner instead. He was not going to get stuck with Goyle again, not if he had any say in it, even though he knew he really didn't.

*Damn! There has got to be a way to do this! Maybe if I talk to Professor Snape....* Draco thought in frustration. *Oh yeah right, how are you going to do that Draco boy? Go up to Snape and say 'Oh professor I was wondering if you would be so kind as to pair up Potter with me this year. Why you want to know? Oh no reason, just that I'm in love with him and want to be close to him." That will go down very well, dont you think Drac?* he thought sarcastically this time.

Draco sighed, no matter the fact he usually got what he wanted, he really couldn't see going up to Professor Snape and doing that of all things. Snape would probably think he'd gotten a few screws lose, if not probably have a strong talking to bout how Slytherins dont mix with Gryffindors. It was probably just pure luck that had forced Lupin and Snape to pair him with Harry in the first place, and as a rule, Draco normally did not have good luck. Getting what he wanted was easy, he just had to buy it, which never had anything to do with luck, so this strange bout of 'good luck' was certainly new to him.

In this case he certainly couldn't 'buy' Harry, not that he'd even want to. Draco wanted Harry of his own free will, to come to him, to beg for his love. He wasn't going to be the first to give in, he wasn't going to give in to the lust, the cravings, the passions he felt towards his rival, he was going to wait and play the game. A game that he had to win at all costs. Draco freely admitted that he truely loved Harry Potter, even if that was an emotion he had little experience in. He had no love for his father or mother, nor they for him. He was raised to be hateful, prejudiced, and deceitful amongst other things, all quality Malfoy traits. Raised to be a good little deatheater and take the mark when it was time.

Draco Malfoy though had other plans. After what happened over this past summer, he no longer wanted that life, those rules. He didn't want to nor couldn't be, what his father wanted him to be, and he would die rather then accept that. It was this past summer that made Draco Malfoy realize what he really needed, what he had to have at all costs, and that was Harry Potter. However the events that led up to his needs, made him all but shiver in frozen agony. This summer had been brutal, and had been the last and final straw.

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"Draco, are you listening to me boy?" Lucius said his voice cold and hateful.

"Yes, Father, I heard you." Draco said equally as cold voiced.

"The master has taken a liking to this girl so therefore you will escort her for the summer. You will make sure to please her in any way she requires. Do you understand son?"

"But Father you dont seriously expect me to well...do..that..do you? I mean, she is much older then me..." Draco started only to be backhanded by Lucius acrost the mouth.

"Never question what I tell you again! If she wants sex from you boy, you will do it without complaint nor fail! She is only 25, and as she is a favourite of the master's at the moment. Do NOT fail me or the master in this son, or you will pay!" Lucius spat out.

Draco cringed internally. He couldn't do this, wouldn't do this! He wasn't going to lose his virginity to some woman he didn't even know, and who didn't even care for him! However at the moment he knew better then to argue with his father longer so he complied. "Yes Father, of course. I will do anything you want me to do." he said keeping his gaze to the floor and docile. It was easier to show defeat to his father then to fight back sometimes.

"Good, that is what I expect from you son. Now go to your room and stay there until I say so. She will arrive in the next few days, till then you are not to leave your room. The house-elves will provide for you till I send for you. Now go, get out of my sight!" Lucius said angrily.

Draco left his father's study and nearly ran the rest of the way back to his room. This couldn't be happening to him, not now! He had finally come to realize before he left school that he was in love with Harry Potter, though not for the world would he dare to admit that to anyone, but it was true. And now...now he was expected to...to...he didnt even want to think bout what he would have to do when this woman of Voldemort's got here, it just couldn't get worse!

He'd hoped for an easy summer this year, he'd gotten top marks (still not beating out Granger sadly but over the years his father had actually leaned off him for that, atleast in Potions he was still top of the class thanks to Snape), but over all, he had hoped for a quiet summer to think bout Harry, and how he was going to work up the courage the Gryffindors were so known for to approach him next term. But now, now all that was going to change...and for some woman!

*Damn you Lucius, I hate you! I hate Voldemort more then I hate Lucius even for this! I hope you all get caught, I hope Harry and his friends kill you slowly so you can suffer like you make me suffer. I wont be your lackey, I swear it on my own life, I refuse to bow to you both!* Draco thought angrily.

The next few days past and the woman, Serafin, arrived. She was part veela, like Draco was, and if Draco had feelings towards women, he'd have found her more then beautiful and seductive, which she was truely both. It was no wonder Voldemort took pleasure in her presence, not to mention she had a heart of pure evil which would have thrilled any deatheater. True to his father's words though, Draco was given the unpleasant task of escorting her during the summer.

Nearly 2 months past since Serafin's arrival, and so far to Draco's immense relief, he had not been asked to do anything too untoward with this woman. He escorted her to deatheater meetings, showed her round the manor, was courteous and polite so not to infuriate his father, and all seemed to lead to the fact she wanted no more of him. Until one night, 1 week before term was to start however.

His father had brought out a bottle of aged Ogden's, and insisted that Draco have some. Draco normally never drank and was about to refuse it when the look in his father's eye's stopped him cold. Having little choice he took it, though he tried desperately to pretend to drink it, but Serafin saw through his little trick. She got him to not only drink the first glass, but 3 more glasses of it, causing Draco to get quite pissed, and nearly pass out at the end.

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Draco came up sharp as he shuddered at the memories. He cursed his father, Voldemort, and especially that woman for setting him up like that. He remembered how the next morning he'd woken up with her at his side, both naked and in his bed, and the things she had forced him to do the night before. The very act alone of having to know he had been forced to make love to this woman disgusted him, and angered him. He had sworn he was going to save himself for Harry, and had in the end been used, abused, and sacrificed to their whims.

He remembered how he flew out of the bed that morning and went to the shower, turning it as hot as he could stand it to wash away the pain, the agony he felt. It was right there and then he knew he could never let this happen again, he would rather die then have this happen again. Unfortunately for him though, it wasn't that easy. When he got out of the bathing room he realized his door was locked, a laugh on the other side and the tinkling of keys met his ear and he knew then he was trapped.

For the next 5 nights his door was opened only to admit this woman, and relocked each morning, only this time he'd had nothing to dull the pain, no Ogden's to help him forget. This time, he was forced to know what was happening to him, and she was by no means, the angel her name implied. The sweetness that she'd shown the past near 2 months was gone, replaced by the veela within, only she was more then seductress, she was torment. She was in control, and he was only the pawn.

All Draco could do during the days while she left him alone was crawl into a corner of his room and pretend this wasn't happening to him. He knew it was futile to wish for death, that was too easy, so he did something else. He began to think. And the only thing he could think bout was if he died, then he would never be able to get what he really wanted, what he so desperately needed. So he began to plan. Plans that would get his desire to him, that would get the man he now truely needed, loved even, to be his. It was the only thing that kept him alive during those 5 days, that kept him from screaming and lashing out at this woman who so callously tried to destroy and break him for Voldemort. It was the only thing keeping him sane.

When it was time to go back to school Draco was as broken as his father, Serafin and Voldemort wanted him to be. Only what they didn't suspect was that he wasn't broken for them, but for himself. He had broken his barriers, he had put away his fears, and at the same time, put up a new shell round him. A shell that only could be broken by one thing..love. A love that he freely would give to Harry James Potter, and he knew then, that someway he would get that love in return. Even if he had to kill Lucius and Voldemort and that woman if need be, to do it.

Draco had truely changed, and in his mind, for the better. He knew here at Hogwarts he was safe now, and he was going to use that to his advantage. His father nor Voldemort could touch him here, and here he was free to finally proceed with his plans. Plans that had only one goal...to capture the heart of Harry James Potter. Even if it would take all year, he would do it. He was going to prove to Harry that he wasn't the cold hearted prat everyone thought he was, even if just yet he didn't know how he was going to do it. But he would, and soon, if he had his way, soon enough, Harry would be his, and he would never hurt again. And he knew that the only way he would ever really be truely safe again, was in Harry's arms.

And that was the one place Draco Malfoy had every intention of being......forever.

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