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Draco stood, glancing in the mirror at his reflection. "Not bad for a Death Eater’s brat," he said aloud. He walked silently to the Slytherin common room. It reminded him of his father and mother, so elaborate yet cold. His father’s face appeared in the fire. "You are needed at home. Floo at once." No hello or good evening, even. No I love you, Draco.

"Dumbledore has convinced many light wizards that our master is back," Narcissa gasped. "Damn", said Draco sarcastically. Lucius pretended not to notice. "Draco, go set up all the protections we discussed." Draco reluctantly did as he was told, and then went on to Hogwarts.

He loved that Scottish castle. And yet, he hated it. He remembered his first day, and his sorting. "Ah, a Malfoy. I see you would do anything for those you love." "No! Not Hufflepuff", he thought. "Wouldn‘t dream of it," said the hat. "You see, that same bit of information is what’s putting you in Slytherin. Your ambition isn’t less than anyone else’s just because it is to please others. If anything it’s more!" "Slytherin," it cried to the crowd. It had seemed like an hour under that worn hat. But it was really just a couple of seconds. He guessed that if it can speak directly to your mind it can skip out on the time. That hat had said the wisest words in the world to him and he had been too thick to understand it. He had been wrapped up in his father’s words about lineage. Now that he thought of it, it was kind of funny, in a sick twisted sort of way. His father didn’t give a damn about him and at the same time valued family so Goddamn much. At Hogwarts he had people who even if silently, understood him.

Just the other day, he had been walking down the hall and he passed Ginny Weasley. Their eyes met for a moment. He suddenly understood her, and she him. "Telepathy?" he thought and he was suddenly aware she had thought the same thing. "Portrait of Merlin, 3 o’clock tomorrow," he thought. "Sure she thought back." "What the hell is going on?" he thought to himself all the way to Charms.

It was time to meet her now. He walked passed crowds of people, none of them understanding, all of them thinking he was just another Slytherin. He could not read their minds, but he could see their actions. They thought in black and white and saw no gray. They didn’t believe a person could be Slytherin and not give a damn what happened to himself.

Then he saw Ginny. She was standing there, impatiently waiting for him and for an explanation of this strange phenomenon. Their eyes met. This time it wasn’t just their minds that joined. He saw her heart. He saw everything she had ever done, or seen. And all she had ever loved. He was among them. With out a word, their lips met. The years of isolation and cold melted away as he kissed her.

Just then Hermione walked in. Surprisingly she seemed to understand. Then she spoke. "Ron’s coming." They dashed away, bumping into Harry, ("MALFOY!") as well as Mrs. Norris (damn cat!).

Every passing day he grew to love her more. He would tell her about what it was like being a Slytherin and the son of a Death Eater. She would tell him about being over shadowed by the twins, Ron, and the generally "more interesting Weasleys." He would tell her she was the one who left everyone else in the shadow of greatness. Then they would passionately kiss, and she would try to loosen his robes. He would always back away though. Until one night in Ginny‘s seventh year.

Draco met Ginny in the 3rd floor corridor that had been blocked off in his 3rd year. She had owled that she had something important to tell him. She kissed him and started to peel his robes off of him eagerly. He started to back away, but their minds melded again. He thought, "But I can‘t."

"I love you and we can." He held her tightly, and they were as one.

For the first couple of days after, they were overwhelmed by the thoughts that flew in between them. They could be a mile away and know with out a shadow of a doubt what the other was saying and doing. It came in handy, as it was weeks before he could meet her again; his father was becoming more and more watchful of Draco and a bit suspicious of his actions. When they met again, it was the Easter holidays. She hadn’t yet told her parents or brothers about him. And he hadn’t told anyone of her.

The Gryffindor tower was empty when she told the Fat Lady the password and ushered Draco in. Their lips met again, and when they parted, Ginny spoke the words that changed everything. "I‘m pregnant."

"I love you. Ginny." He held her as they drifted off to sleep.

It was 6 a.m. when Draco woke. Ginny was still asleep. Draco crept out of the room as not to wake her. He had somewhere important to go.

"Professor Dumbledore! I have something to tell you."

"Draco."

He told Dumbledore everything about his father, including where all of his dark trinkets were held and the crimes his father had committed. Draco even agreed to help convince Fudge Voldemort was back. When Dumbledore asked why he was suddenly so willing to speak, he said simply the wisest words anyone ever said to him.

"There are many kinds of ambition."