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Follow Your Heart by marygold

Format: Novella
Chapters: 28
Word Count: 37,064
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Neville, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/OC

First Published: 02/09/2006
Last Chapter: 07/24/2011
Last Updated: 07/24/2011

Summary:


Thanks to Fantasy Dreamer for my great banner! Isabella left with her father after her mother's death. Now she's sixteen her father is also gone and she is forced to move back to England. What else will she be forced to change?


Chapter 6: Revelations

My first dinner at Hogwarts was amazing. There were candles floating in the air above every table. Food everywhere, really, really good tasting food. Hermoine had saved me a sit near them at the table, so I wasn’t alone. During our meal I met a couple of other Gryffindor and a few friendly ghosts that dropped by our table.

As we made our way out Ginny grabbed my arm, “See?! I told you, you would love it!” I smiled at her, “Yes! It was amazing! Fake sky and all!”

At that moment, two boys and a girl stopped in front of us. One of the boys looked me over, I could’ve screamed. “What’s you name?” He then said.

I looked at him and raised my brow, “What’s yours?”

Without waiting for him to answer, the girl stepped up, “Didn’t know it was open season at the geek squad.”

Hermoine was about to answer her back, but I suddenly had a feeling that this two boys were the ones I was supposed to look for. So I stepped closer to the one that had asked my name and smiled. “My name is Isabella.” I then placed my hand on his shoulder. Good, some strands of hair had fallen there, I took one as I added, “I’m a transfer from Beauxbatons Academy.”

He smiled thinking that he had made a conquest. And I then stepped back, “You must be … Crabbe… or Goyle. Right?”

The boys looked at me in awe. Then the one closest to me answered, “I’m Crabbe, his Goyle and she’s Pansy. How did you know?”

I then giggled, “Oh just a little bit of reference I had gotten from you guys.” I then smiled even bigger, “Specially the one that warned me that not one of you could complete a sentence or a thought by your lonesome self.”

I then heard Ginny’s chuckle and almost burst out laughing. They hadn’t been expecting it and had been left without a come back. But then, Pansy came to there rescue, “I heard that you had quite a reputation at Beauxbatons”

I smiled at her, “How could you? When up until a couple of minutes ago you didn’t even know I existed.” I then looked from one of them to the next. “Well, until next time then. And please, do rehearse your insults a second year could do so much better than you right now.”

I then clearly heard a male voice laughing. We all turned to where it was coming from, but it had stopped. No one was there. So I left with Ginny, Ron and Hermoine, making our way towards Gryffindor. They were all making stories of Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, and then Hermoine said, “One thing for sure is better this year. No Draco.”

At the mention of his name all my senses became alert, “Why?”

Hermoine looked at me and shook her head, “Long story, some other time.”

I wanted to ask her, to beg her to tell me. But, if she asked why?; what would I say? Curiosity. I wasn’t supposed to even know who Draco was, why would I want to know his story. So I just kept on walking, wondering if it would require a knowledge spell to figure out what had happened.

As we were about to enter Gryffindor I felt a pull on my robe. I turned around and there was no one. So who could it be? Draco. “Guys I have to find a bathroom. I’ll see you in a few.” Ginny and Hermoine asked if I needed or wanted company and I shook my head no. “That’s ok I can find my way there and back.”

I then felt his hand on my waist and let him lead me. We passed the girls bathroom. And then I saw a door open, and he nudged me inside. It was the potions class room, at least it seemed to be. The second the door closed, he removed his cloak. “So you got it?”

I nodded. “Were they your friends?”

He nodded. “Why?”

I had to laugh, “No wonder you got into trouble.” He raised his eye brow and I explained, “They have no imagination whatsoever.”

He seemed to consider it, “Yes, you’re right. They are the perfect side kicks all brawn and not that much substance.”

I then had to ask, “And the girl?”

He shrugged of the question, “So whose hair did you take?”

All right then, so he wasn’t answering questions about her. “Don’t know. It was the one that gave me the opportunity to do so.”

He smirked. I rolled my eyes at him, “Should’ve taken the girls hair.”

He then stared at me, “You wouldn’t have dared.”

I smiled at him, “Who says I didn’t?”

He seemed to give it a thought and then, “I saw you lean way to close and take Crabbe’s hair.”

I walked closer to where he was leaning against one of the desks and stopped right in front of him. I was about to continue in our usual repertoire, but some thing mad me change my mind. “You know what? I’m tired of looking at almost a shadow when I look at you.” With that I raised my hand and removed his hood. I then looked at him and was shocked. It was the same straight blonde hair, the same gray eyes, that had a hint of blue, but not enough to call them blue. The same light complexion. “You’re the guy from the airport?”

He nodded and then smiled, “Yes. The same one that also used to play with you in the garden.”

And for the first time I didn’t know what to say. I was standing right in front of him, so close that if someone opened the door we would both be in trouble. But, I couldn’t seem to move. I was truly and honestly in shock.

I saw his smile turn into a smirk and then he said, “Well it’s payback time.”

Now I was really confused and it must have shown in my face, because he then explained. “You took of my hood, now you have to take off your…” He made a grab for my robe and I stepped away from him, so fast that you might have think he had burned me. But, still I finished the sentence for him. “Shirt.”

He was looking at me, daring me to do it. And the funny thing was I was actually considering it. “I can’t believe you’re going to hold me to that.” I had to say something, I was sinking fast, because honestly I knew that there was some sort of chemistry going on and a part of me wanted to push it, see what would happen, if only…

He smiled, a completely innocent smile, one that clearly didn’t belong there. “Well…”

For a moment I wondered. What would he do if I actually did it? So far it had all been talk and little action. So what if I played with a little fire? He probably wouldn’t do anything about it. I had taken almost ten steps back, so I took a couple of steps forward and handed him my outer robe. Now I was simply dressed in a shirt and a skirt. I looked him straight in the eyes. “If I do this, then you won’t put that hood back on.” He nodded. “And you’ll tell me what happened? You’ll tell me, why you didn’t come back this year? Everything, not living a thing out. Including who the hell is Pansy?” He laughed at that, and I couldn’t believe I had said that. He then said, “Yes.” So I pulled my shirt out from my skirt and started unbuttoning it, never letting my eyes drop from his face. He was clearly reacting; the problem was that so was I. I was about to open the last button and he stopped me. “Ok, stop.” I looked at him questioningly, “I’ll tell you everything. You don’t have to take your shirt off.” I looked at him again wondering, and the he said “Oh come on! I’m letting you off the hook.” He then stepped away from the desk and walked to the back of the classroom. I closed my shirt and took my robe. I walked to the back where he was now sitting.

He looked at me and suddenly I knew that whatever had happened had definitely scared him. “You want to know what happened?” he asked, and I nodded. He then motioned for me to sit down, so I pulled a chair and sat right in front of him. “Bella, I need you to know one thing before I tell you what happened. At the time, I didn’t have a clue as to what I was getting myself into, and when I found out it was too late to get out.” I nodded, trying to understand what he was telling me.

He then sat back and crossed his arms at chest height. “Six years ago I entered Hogwarts, as the son of a powerful pure blood and his trophy wife. The perfect son, bound to become the perfect wizard. But, in my class there was another student, one whose story had riveted through the years and had made him a legend, Harry Potter. At first I simply couldn’t stand him, not because I knew him, but because my father had taught me to hate him. After all, he had destroyed the Dark Lord.” I was about to interrupt him, but he raised his hand. “Yes, Bella my father is a Death Eater. I knew it since I was a kid, but to me it had never meant anything. It was like saying my dad is in a secret society. But, then when I entered Hogwarts I started to figure things out. I made Slytherin, and well as you may have seen, Slytherin isn’t known for friendliness. So I made only three friends, all of them lured by the Malfoy reputation and connections. I became their leader, because everyone feared my father, to a point that they almost revered him. Bella, you see, truth is I had no one. My friends wanted a powerful ally. My girlfriend wanted someone she dangerous, powerful and conning, someone she could brag about in Slytherin. My mother, doting as ever, wanted me to become my father, by any means possible. My father, motivating my mother’s agenda, wanted me to become him. And I just wanted to be left alone. But, that is a luxury that a Malfoy can’t afford. So when my father was sent to Azkaban, my family’s loyalty to the Dark Lord was tested. My mother, too much a coward to do it herself, sent me. My father, proud father that he was, used all his connections so that I might be accepted. I felt proud and important, after all I wasn’t even out of Hogwarts and was going to have so much power at my hands. And then it happened, their request for my test of loyalty came…” He then stopped and stood up from the chair. He turned his back to me, “Bella, you have to understand. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t!” He then turned around and I could see the anguish in his face. “The Dark Lord’s biggest obstacle is Harry Potter, for he already defeated him once. And so anyone who might want to help him becomes an obstacle too. Prof. Dumbledore had become Harry’s mentor and the Dark Lord knew it. He wanted Dumbledore out of the way. He wanted me to do it.”

I then closed my eyes; Dumbledore had been my father’s friend. The friend that he hadn’t been able to save. The reason why he went away. The reason why he was now dead. I opened my eyes and all I could see was the flick that had set off the chain reaction that had ended in my father’s death. I tried to stay and listen, but all I wanted to do was scream.

He noticed this and stayed standing where he was. “Bella, please, I know it’s hard, but you have to listen.” I close my eyes once more, trying to regain my composure, and nodded. He then continued, “Since they told me what I had to do I was nervous. I didn’t want to do it. But, my mother kept pressuring me. Telling me that if we didn’t do it we’d both be dead. I trusted her. I trusted my girlfriend and told her everything. But, they both convinced me that there was no other way. So, I resigned myself thinking that I had no other choice. I was going to do it. When I reached Dumbledore, I tried, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t kill him. It wasn’t in me. I started to tell him what had happened; he said he’d help me. And then Prof. Snape came in. My mother and he had been friends. She had asked him to help me kill Dumbledore. And so he did. He killed him and helped me get out of Hogwarts.”

After that, we were both silent for some time. And for once I didn’t feel like breaking it. The facts were out. And as much as I tried to blame him, I couldn’t. Dumbledore was helping Harry, the Dark Lord wanted him dead, so if not Draco, someone else would’ve been sent. Sure, it would have made it easier on him, and on me right now. But, Draco hadn’t killed him. If it had been for Draco, Dumbledore would still be alive.

And for once my father’s words rang true. Very few people in this world are truly evil, because most of them are just victims of their circumstances; having to do things they don’t want to in order to survive.

Having made up my mind, I stood up from the chair and slowly walked to where he was standing. He looked at me, not sure of what I was planning to do. And for a moment I thought that if I tried to hurt him, even kill him… he wouldn’t even try to defend himself. I kept on walking, until I literally bumped into him. And then, I think I surprised both of us, for I hugged him. He hugged me back and we stayed like that for a long time. When I pulled back, I noticed that he might have actually been crying. “Is there anything else you think you should tell me Draco?” I asked.

He shook his head. And I smiled at him. Noticing that I wasn’t planning on killing him or anything of the sort, he said, “Well, I think there are a couple of things that I should clear up.”

I stepped a bit closer and asked, “What?”

He then looked down and into my eyes, “One, I’m here to prove that I didn’t do it and wouldn’t have done it. Two, I need to get some things out of my old bedroom. Three, Pansy was, big emphasis on was, my girlfriend”

I looked at him and shrugged, so much I had already figured out. “And why should that matter to me?” I asked.

He then smiled. “Because, number four, I really do need your help. You were the only one I trusted when I was a kid, and right now you are still the only one that I can fully trust. Those who were my friends here will happily turn me over, just to advance themselves. I want things to be completely clear between us.”

“And how do you know I wouldn’t turn you in?” I asked.

He simply smiled and said, “Because, it isn’t in your heart to do so.”

I smiled back, “Ok you’re right.”

I then heard the clock strike. It was midnight. “Shit! I don’t know the password, everyone must be sleeping. Hermoine and Ginny might be worried. I said I was going to the bath room. God! They must think that the plumbing swallowed me whole.”

I heard him laughing, “Don’t worry, you wouldn’t have been the first case.” I then noticed that he was taking out different vials and stuff. “What are you doing?”

He looked back and winked, “Organizing the cabinets. Want to help?”

I could kill him right now. “DRACO!”

He laughed again, “Relax! I’m just making a potion. Turns back time and stuff.”

I looked at him dubiously and he said, “Hey! I resent that potions are what I do ok?”

I walked to where he was mixing stuff and sat on the desk. “Good ‘cause that is my weakest subject.”

“Don’t you have a class on potions in your schedule this semester?” He asked, without taking his eyes away from what he was doing.

“Yes. And dreading every second of it.” I answered.

He chuckled, “If you need help…”

I smiled, “Don’t worry already thought it. One of the ways you could pay me back for the many favors I will be doing.”

He looked over as if he was about to say something, and then changed his mind, “It’s done.” He then took my hand, draped his cloak around us, and led me out into the hallway. We stopped in front of the girl’s bathroom and he threw the vial on the floor. A light blue mist appeared, he looked at his watch and I could see time moving backwards. A man with a very ugly cat walked by, in reverse, and I had to get closer to him in order to avoid colliding with the man. He then looked up from the watch. And for the second time in that night I felt that something could happen. He started to lean forward and then, when he was just a breath away I heard our voices. He pulled back. “Ok Bella here we come. The second we get into the classroom, I’m walking with you into the bathroom. You’re getting out from underneath this cloak and walking back to Gryffindor. I’ll be right at your side.”

I turned around and asked, “Where are you planning on sleeping?”

He grinned and said, “Thought you could scoot over and let me sleep on your bed.”

“Ha! Ha! Funny! But, you can sleep next to it with Juancho.” I said.

He looked murderous. “My back can’t take the floor.”

All right then. “I’ll throw my covers to the floor you can sleep on them.”

He smiled, “But you’ll freeze.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll manage.”

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