Hey, Draco Malfoy's the name; killing Mudblood's my game.
I'm just kidding, but hey, you must see into the inner depths of what is me, to completely understand that, but I don't expect much, since you are, Muggles, after all.
Anyway, you may be wondering, why am I telling this story (an awesome one at that), to a bunch of idiots who I personally don't give a damn about? Well, it's because you all are the only ones who will listen now. You see how simple my methods are.? Didn't think so, oh well, I tried.
Now then, I'd like to say that even though I seem like a big pratty asshole, I am! But being truthful, and arrogant, I blame it all on Potter. See, without even trying to get to know the deep me (which there is, somewhat, by the way), he turned my friendship down and we became bitter enemies to the max.
On the worse side, he became friends with Granger, the smarti-pants mudblood of the century, and Weasley, the poorest idiot in school. Yeah, and so what if they actually have a good friendship and care about each other? That's not the point, the point is, that I know I've become jealous of Potter, but really? Who wouldn't be?
He's the savior of the wizarding world (hypothetically of course), he has that damn scar and many people salvaging his every move, and he's been saving the world every single second he can.
Protagonists.Always get the most attention, most get developed better in books (in a non-sexual way though.most of the time), brave, get the most attention, heroic, saviors, get the most attention, good, innocence, get the most attention.
While the poor Antagonists (as I am definitely, "oh evil little Malfoy, plotting evil things against Potter and his gang", oh no.) hardly get developed further then, "evil", "bastards", "kill them or all hell will break". They are always evil and cowardly, and never seem to have anything inside, when really, I know such antagonists, and even inside my father there is a person.
With feelings and inner thoughts other then KILL mudbloods, DIE!
You see, now that I have done all my arrogant complaining and bigot crap, there is still the question, what has Potter done to me? Well for that, I am going to have to start at the beginning of 6th year. When this little escapade started, so good riddance to you all, and if you aren't interested in hearing my story, well simply, you are better off dead.
Before the start of 6th year.my dad was stuck in Azkaban, my mom was ready to kill either me or herself, and everything was just freakin wonderful.
Then school started, I was taken to the Hogwarts Express although I was yelled at furiously at first.
I had to convince mother it would be fine to go, no harm to anyone.Really. I really don't know why I wanted to go so bad, maybe I just wanted everyone to see my outrageously gorgeous body.yes that's it.
Having been turned into a slug and battered multiple times by angry Potter arse-lickers didn't stop me from being a prat, oh no. I walked on the train, sat with my two thugs and the rest of the gang (albeit the group looked slightly smaller then most years), and didn't bother anyone the whole time.
When we got to Hogwarts I saw Potter, Granger and Weasley walking, almost glumly towards the carriages. I decided I had to be a bastard before the day was done and sauntered up to them, without anyone else backing me up....
"Potter. Granger.Weasley. So nice to see you, proud of yourself for getting my father put in Azkaban? You think he will stay in there even more then is necessary? There are people much stronger then the silly Minister." I said loudly, which was almost more stupid then walking up to them alone, for I noticed hissing coming from somewhere behind me and around me walking to the carriages.
They looked at me suspiciously and with more annoyance I had seen in all my years taunting them. Weasley did look ready to punch me, although Granger was giving him looks, while Potter was just standing there staring past me as if I wasn't even there, maybe I wasn't.
"Malfoy.. Just sod off." Potter said quietly and walked towards the carriages with his hand in his messy hair. Weasley and Granger looked wistfully after him, gave me glares that could kill and walked away. I stood there in mock silence for a few minutes, wondering when I decided to get more stupid then Crabbe and Goyle combined.
When I decided to finally get over it, I looked around and saw I was almost completely alone. There was still a carriage or two filled with random students, so I headed into the nearest one I saw, not taking notice to whom I would be in there with.
Longbottom, and Finnigan happened to be in there. Giving it a once-over, Potter had somehow slipped into this one too. Stuck with 3 Griffindorks who hated me as much as I did them, we started silently on the trip to Hogwarts. Not asking questions, not caring. For once. Note: Ah, Well here's comes another eh? Thank you for everyone whom reviewed, I don't think I would have continued otherwise. Sorry this took awhile, a couple things happened which stopped from this coming out sooner. I wrote it quite late at night, so if it seems sort of incompetent, then I apologize and I still am not certain where I am taking this, alas, enjoy the world of Malfoy. (or at least, my take on it)...
When we got to the castle of Hogwarts, (where unlike the common theories, warts are definitely not in), I noticed that Longbottom and Finnigan were staring at me expectantly. What did they want? I had wondered.
'Damn Gryffindorks, never giving any clue on what they want, you have to guess or hex it out of them.'
I looked at them coolly and said with my usual awesome wit, "Well? What do you want?"
They stared at me blankly like most people do when I show the slightest of sarcasm (most Griffindorks though), like it's some kind of sin to joke around a bit with the people you hate most.
"Maybe Malfoy, they want you to get out of the carriage, since unfortunately you are blocking our way." Potter said in a mocking manner.
I stared at him for a few, long seconds, looked next to me, and saw he was right. I was in their way, although they probably could get out, I suppose their need to piss me off needed to be fulfilled. I gave them each a glare that signified my power over them, and stalked out of the carriage, although you couldn't really call it stalking out since those things are too small to do such dramatics.
I sighed while looking around me, after stalking-but-not-literally out of the carriage. Nothing had changed drastically it seemed. Everyone looked, however, a little more sullen and worried, less first years seemed to be attending, and a more suspicious air then usual was about. How could I tell all this just by looking out on an empty horizon with the few left over students walking slowly in, and the Griffindorks trying to get past me impatiently? How else? I'm Draco Malfoy.
Maybe I'm getting too cocky, and telling this story too slow, but you know mudbloods...I really don't care. It involves me, doesn't it? And to tell it right, it must be told in an excruciatingly slow pace so people will actually try and pretend to care.
Anyway, I decided to move and let the Gryffindorks go on their merry way, although they didn't seem to merry since they gave me annoyed glares. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, why not? They should appreciate my non- taunting tone, or at least ask if I'm alright.
When I finally decided to forget pillaging Potter, Finnigan and Longbottom for not being appreciative enough, I went to the Great Hall and sat near some Slytherins I knew, and waited for the feast to begin. The feast ended up being alright, until the end, which seems really cliché doesn't it?
Dumbledore, unfortunately hadn't said his speech yet, and we all knew what was coming. Something concerning the Dark Lord, who really should get his eyes checked, but don't tell anyone I told you that.
So I was having a nice drink of pumpkin juice, after finishing my dinner, and then Potter gets up. This causes a big commotion, because he's Potter so, it's just what happens. The bad thing is that it involved me. Now what could involve me, when Potter had just stood up, Dumbledrug hadn't said his speech, and I was just drinking pumpkin juice (which unlike people seem to think, isn't the only thing we drink at Hogwarts)? Dumbledore stands up, ready for speeching us, aiming at particular students, to give particular insight, Potter also stands, (while everyone else is just calming down and shutting up), and I am drinking pumpkin juice.
Dumbledore gives Harry, most likely, the first and last little-pink-bunny- killing evil look, which could almost rival Snape, except without the bunny. Harry happens to be near the Slytherin table at this time Why? Maybe D.U.M.B-ledore (Drag United Male Bitches) knows. Harry happened to faint after The Great Little Pink Bunny Killing Evil Look, is given. Why? It seems I had to find out, since he landed right on my lap.
"Potter would you mind getting off me? You spilled my pumpkin juice..." I yelled at the motionless boy, while the rest of the students stared at me, in amusement and annoyance.
I looked up and saw Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape coming towards where I was sitting. "Is there something wrong Professor Snape?" I asked with a smirk.
He glared at me with a "Don't Start" Look. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy, it would be very kind though, if you could hand Mr. Potter over to us..." Dumbledore said with a concerned smile.
I glared at him, I mean why would they think I am holding Potter for any special reason?
Oh, but unfortunately it seemed I was, but if I hadn't been Potter would have fallen on the floor. 'Damn Potter, now he's even getting special attention from ME subconsciously!'
I pushed Potter off of me, which earned many gasps around the room, why you ask? Because poor Potter was bleeding. It seemed that my now broken Pumpkin juice glass had caused the bleeding.
"Minerva, please make sure the new students get settled in, I will take Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy to my office. Severus, you help too" Dumbledore said whilst picking up Potter and saying a spell that stopped the bleeding, "Come Mr. Malfoy..."
I stood up and knocked over some first year's juice into their dinner.
'Serves them right, no one even gave me another glass of pumpkin juice. What do I have to do with this anyway?'
Snape was glaring at Dumbledore and McGonagall, then he turned around and billowed back to the Head Table, since that is all he does really.
McGonagall watched him and then said cautiously, "You do know what you're doing Albus?"
He nodded, and started walking towards the doors, McGonagall gave me a last glance and followed Snape's lead.
I sighed wondering what was going on, and followed Dumbledore. He was quite fast for such an old man, it took me awhile to catch up with him, when I did I saw he was looking at Potter with concern.
"Mr. Malfoy, did you see anything particularly strange happen before Mr. Potter fainted?" Dumbledore asked, catching me surprise.
"What are you talking about? How would I know? I was having dinner. Why would I be paying attention to Potter anyway?" I shouted ignorantly.
Dumbledore sighed, while I realized what exactly I had said, and what implications could be going through the crazy wizard's head. I knew I was being stupid for about the 4th time this day, yet I didn't apologize, it was too late anyway, and why did I care?
We finally reached his office, I knew this because he looked at a stone statue and said a password I didn't catch. Although for some reason it sounded like "Severus is Sexy"....
Hopefully I was wrong.
Anyway, Potter was starting to wake up, and Dumbledore started looking at him doubtfully, while I started doing nothing since there was nothing for me to do.
After awhile I got bored of the stupid escapade so, simplely speaking, I started walking away, it seems Dumbledore wasn't for my simpleness since he called me back.
"Yes?" I drawled after walking agonizingly slow back over to him.
Potter was staring curiously at me, and never did his gaze falter even when I tried Snape's evilest, darkest, glare, although on me of course it looked sexy.
"Mr. Malfoy, go back down to the Great Hall and ask Professor Snape to see me in my office in 10 minutes." Dumbledore said, and with a nod walked towards his office, which was currently a staircase swirling upwards.
I truly wondered if he was drunk, it sure seemed that way, how dare he trust me?
I decided to find Snape though, I had some questions to ask him anyway. So I went back to the Great Hall, which was almost fully empty. Luckily enough for me, though, I don't need luck really, Snape and McGonagall were in the middle of the hall looking like they were in a quarrel. I ran up to them and watched in amusement as they didn't even notice me.
"Minerva you're wrong! Dumbledore does not think I'm sexy, for the last time!" Snape was shouting almost incoherently.
"Well Severus maybe you should go and see then....?" McGonagall said back indifferently.
"Excuse me Professors, I'm sure your discussing Dumbledore's sexual preferences are well and good, but Professor Snape is wanted by him in 10 minutes, and I need to ask you something Professor..." Draco interrupted.
"Thank you Draco, very much, I have no time to answer your questions though, Goodnight Draco......" Snape said and started walking off.
"Severus! I told you!" McGonagall shouted after him. Snape clenched his fists but continued walking away.
I was pretty damn upset at this point, not only had I lost my pumpkin juice, been involved with a crisis of Potters and get nothing from it, but Snape was ignoring me like I was some kind of Gryffindor!
This was definitely not on my schedule of fun things to do....but neither did I have time to contemplate this atrocity since McGonagall was giving me her, 'Slytherin-go-now-or-pay-look'.
So I turned and left the Great Hall, usually I would never go anywhere else but my common room at a time like this. Strangely enough, that is what I did.
In my common room I discovered things were quite bleek and cold, though finding a time when it hadn't been would be a miracle...or something. A couple 5th years that were still up were glaring at me as I went up towards the dorm rooms. I wondered what had gotten them all pissy.
Definetly not me though, because, why would they be mad at me? I don't even know who they are except for being families close to....the Dark Lord. Speaking of the Dark Lord, at this point in time, I still had not a clue what was occuring at Malfoy Manor, especially with mother running the place alone. Father should be out soon, I thought, since...we are Malfoys, and never we perish so easily, or that is what I learned from him.
When I got to my own common room, a surprise hit me, and not a well received one, since apparently the power I had just last year over my classmates has suddenly deceased to nil. Crabbe and Goyle were rushing at me, with a couple others behind them, which I couldn't see, since Crabbe and Goyle combined do make quite a wall.
I felt myself being pushed, very hard mind you, backwards into the stone walls.... Slowly black nothingness was all I could comprehend.
In these times, of comprehending nothing, everything seems crystal clear to you. The whole world seems either right or wrong...or maybe it is neither right or wrong. Nonetheless, it is never both, nor in between. A comprehendable Black and White. Thinkable and considerable. Choose a side or don't, but you will perish either way anyway.
I don't know how long I was there, but since it was long, even today I wish I had not been so drowned in Potter's grievances or whatever. I mean come on...-I- got backstabbed by Slytherins, when does that ever happen?
Anyway, I woke up on the floor, which I guess shouldn't have been surprising, but since I had been in a world of Lala nothingness, it was understanding that I didn't understand why. I looked around, and decided that I had feinted and my asshole friends has decided not to help me and leave me to feign for myself. By struggled to get up into a sitting position, I knew something possibly life threatening had happened. Since my head was hurting particularly bad, I touched it cautiously and discovered a lot of blood, mostly dry though. Startled that I was hurt so bad, I slowly started getting up, since I discovered this was not going to be accomplished I decided I had better take out my wand...it was not there.
A/n- Hello everyone. Since I have not posted any GOOD (or wildly crazy fics) here in awhile....ahem, I decided to. This is the first chapter of a...who knows how long story of Draco's life. I know this is not exactly what would happen and some things are a little strange, but if you wish mock me on it by swearing and cussing with words that are not even spelled right then go right ahead. I am sure some of this story is spelled wrong, so I am telling that to everyone now. I do not have a beta but I do look over my work as carefully as I can. That is all...
I'm just kidding, but hey, you must see into the inner depths of what is me, to completely understand that, but I don't expect much, since you are, Muggles, after all.
Anyway, you may be wondering, why am I telling this story (an awesome one at that), to a bunch of idiots who I personally don't give a damn about? Well, it's because you all are the only ones who will listen now. You see how simple my methods are.? Didn't think so, oh well, I tried.
Now then, I'd like to say that even though I seem like a big pratty asshole, I am! But being truthful, and arrogant, I blame it all on Potter. See, without even trying to get to know the deep me (which there is, somewhat, by the way), he turned my friendship down and we became bitter enemies to the max.
On the worse side, he became friends with Granger, the smarti-pants mudblood of the century, and Weasley, the poorest idiot in school. Yeah, and so what if they actually have a good friendship and care about each other? That's not the point, the point is, that I know I've become jealous of Potter, but really? Who wouldn't be?
He's the savior of the wizarding world (hypothetically of course), he has that damn scar and many people salvaging his every move, and he's been saving the world every single second he can.
Protagonists.Always get the most attention, most get developed better in books (in a non-sexual way though.most of the time), brave, get the most attention, heroic, saviors, get the most attention, good, innocence, get the most attention.
While the poor Antagonists (as I am definitely, "oh evil little Malfoy, plotting evil things against Potter and his gang", oh no.) hardly get developed further then, "evil", "bastards", "kill them or all hell will break". They are always evil and cowardly, and never seem to have anything inside, when really, I know such antagonists, and even inside my father there is a person.
With feelings and inner thoughts other then KILL mudbloods, DIE!
You see, now that I have done all my arrogant complaining and bigot crap, there is still the question, what has Potter done to me? Well for that, I am going to have to start at the beginning of 6th year. When this little escapade started, so good riddance to you all, and if you aren't interested in hearing my story, well simply, you are better off dead.
Before the start of 6th year.my dad was stuck in Azkaban, my mom was ready to kill either me or herself, and everything was just freakin wonderful.
Then school started, I was taken to the Hogwarts Express although I was yelled at furiously at first.
I had to convince mother it would be fine to go, no harm to anyone.Really. I really don't know why I wanted to go so bad, maybe I just wanted everyone to see my outrageously gorgeous body.yes that's it.
Having been turned into a slug and battered multiple times by angry Potter arse-lickers didn't stop me from being a prat, oh no. I walked on the train, sat with my two thugs and the rest of the gang (albeit the group looked slightly smaller then most years), and didn't bother anyone the whole time.
When we got to Hogwarts I saw Potter, Granger and Weasley walking, almost glumly towards the carriages. I decided I had to be a bastard before the day was done and sauntered up to them, without anyone else backing me up....
"Potter. Granger.Weasley. So nice to see you, proud of yourself for getting my father put in Azkaban? You think he will stay in there even more then is necessary? There are people much stronger then the silly Minister." I said loudly, which was almost more stupid then walking up to them alone, for I noticed hissing coming from somewhere behind me and around me walking to the carriages.
They looked at me suspiciously and with more annoyance I had seen in all my years taunting them. Weasley did look ready to punch me, although Granger was giving him looks, while Potter was just standing there staring past me as if I wasn't even there, maybe I wasn't.
"Malfoy.. Just sod off." Potter said quietly and walked towards the carriages with his hand in his messy hair. Weasley and Granger looked wistfully after him, gave me glares that could kill and walked away. I stood there in mock silence for a few minutes, wondering when I decided to get more stupid then Crabbe and Goyle combined.
When I decided to finally get over it, I looked around and saw I was almost completely alone. There was still a carriage or two filled with random students, so I headed into the nearest one I saw, not taking notice to whom I would be in there with.
Longbottom, and Finnigan happened to be in there. Giving it a once-over, Potter had somehow slipped into this one too. Stuck with 3 Griffindorks who hated me as much as I did them, we started silently on the trip to Hogwarts. Not asking questions, not caring. For once. Note: Ah, Well here's comes another eh? Thank you for everyone whom reviewed, I don't think I would have continued otherwise. Sorry this took awhile, a couple things happened which stopped from this coming out sooner. I wrote it quite late at night, so if it seems sort of incompetent, then I apologize and I still am not certain where I am taking this, alas, enjoy the world of Malfoy. (or at least, my take on it)...
When we got to the castle of Hogwarts, (where unlike the common theories, warts are definitely not in), I noticed that Longbottom and Finnigan were staring at me expectantly. What did they want? I had wondered.
'Damn Gryffindorks, never giving any clue on what they want, you have to guess or hex it out of them.'
I looked at them coolly and said with my usual awesome wit, "Well? What do you want?"
They stared at me blankly like most people do when I show the slightest of sarcasm (most Griffindorks though), like it's some kind of sin to joke around a bit with the people you hate most.
"Maybe Malfoy, they want you to get out of the carriage, since unfortunately you are blocking our way." Potter said in a mocking manner.
I stared at him for a few, long seconds, looked next to me, and saw he was right. I was in their way, although they probably could get out, I suppose their need to piss me off needed to be fulfilled. I gave them each a glare that signified my power over them, and stalked out of the carriage, although you couldn't really call it stalking out since those things are too small to do such dramatics.
I sighed while looking around me, after stalking-but-not-literally out of the carriage. Nothing had changed drastically it seemed. Everyone looked, however, a little more sullen and worried, less first years seemed to be attending, and a more suspicious air then usual was about. How could I tell all this just by looking out on an empty horizon with the few left over students walking slowly in, and the Griffindorks trying to get past me impatiently? How else? I'm Draco Malfoy.
Maybe I'm getting too cocky, and telling this story too slow, but you know mudbloods...I really don't care. It involves me, doesn't it? And to tell it right, it must be told in an excruciatingly slow pace so people will actually try and pretend to care.
Anyway, I decided to move and let the Gryffindorks go on their merry way, although they didn't seem to merry since they gave me annoyed glares. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, why not? They should appreciate my non- taunting tone, or at least ask if I'm alright.
When I finally decided to forget pillaging Potter, Finnigan and Longbottom for not being appreciative enough, I went to the Great Hall and sat near some Slytherins I knew, and waited for the feast to begin. The feast ended up being alright, until the end, which seems really cliché doesn't it?
Dumbledore, unfortunately hadn't said his speech yet, and we all knew what was coming. Something concerning the Dark Lord, who really should get his eyes checked, but don't tell anyone I told you that.
So I was having a nice drink of pumpkin juice, after finishing my dinner, and then Potter gets up. This causes a big commotion, because he's Potter so, it's just what happens. The bad thing is that it involved me. Now what could involve me, when Potter had just stood up, Dumbledrug hadn't said his speech, and I was just drinking pumpkin juice (which unlike people seem to think, isn't the only thing we drink at Hogwarts)? Dumbledore stands up, ready for speeching us, aiming at particular students, to give particular insight, Potter also stands, (while everyone else is just calming down and shutting up), and I am drinking pumpkin juice.
Dumbledore gives Harry, most likely, the first and last little-pink-bunny- killing evil look, which could almost rival Snape, except without the bunny. Harry happens to be near the Slytherin table at this time Why? Maybe D.U.M.B-ledore (Drag United Male Bitches) knows. Harry happened to faint after The Great Little Pink Bunny Killing Evil Look, is given. Why? It seems I had to find out, since he landed right on my lap.
"Potter would you mind getting off me? You spilled my pumpkin juice..." I yelled at the motionless boy, while the rest of the students stared at me, in amusement and annoyance.
I looked up and saw Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape coming towards where I was sitting. "Is there something wrong Professor Snape?" I asked with a smirk.
He glared at me with a "Don't Start" Look. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy, it would be very kind though, if you could hand Mr. Potter over to us..." Dumbledore said with a concerned smile.
I glared at him, I mean why would they think I am holding Potter for any special reason?
Oh, but unfortunately it seemed I was, but if I hadn't been Potter would have fallen on the floor. 'Damn Potter, now he's even getting special attention from ME subconsciously!'
I pushed Potter off of me, which earned many gasps around the room, why you ask? Because poor Potter was bleeding. It seemed that my now broken Pumpkin juice glass had caused the bleeding.
"Minerva, please make sure the new students get settled in, I will take Mr. Potter, and Mr. Malfoy to my office. Severus, you help too" Dumbledore said whilst picking up Potter and saying a spell that stopped the bleeding, "Come Mr. Malfoy..."
I stood up and knocked over some first year's juice into their dinner.
'Serves them right, no one even gave me another glass of pumpkin juice. What do I have to do with this anyway?'
Snape was glaring at Dumbledore and McGonagall, then he turned around and billowed back to the Head Table, since that is all he does really.
McGonagall watched him and then said cautiously, "You do know what you're doing Albus?"
He nodded, and started walking towards the doors, McGonagall gave me a last glance and followed Snape's lead.
I sighed wondering what was going on, and followed Dumbledore. He was quite fast for such an old man, it took me awhile to catch up with him, when I did I saw he was looking at Potter with concern.
"Mr. Malfoy, did you see anything particularly strange happen before Mr. Potter fainted?" Dumbledore asked, catching me surprise.
"What are you talking about? How would I know? I was having dinner. Why would I be paying attention to Potter anyway?" I shouted ignorantly.
Dumbledore sighed, while I realized what exactly I had said, and what implications could be going through the crazy wizard's head. I knew I was being stupid for about the 4th time this day, yet I didn't apologize, it was too late anyway, and why did I care?
We finally reached his office, I knew this because he looked at a stone statue and said a password I didn't catch. Although for some reason it sounded like "Severus is Sexy"....
Hopefully I was wrong.
Anyway, Potter was starting to wake up, and Dumbledore started looking at him doubtfully, while I started doing nothing since there was nothing for me to do.
After awhile I got bored of the stupid escapade so, simplely speaking, I started walking away, it seems Dumbledore wasn't for my simpleness since he called me back.
"Yes?" I drawled after walking agonizingly slow back over to him.
Potter was staring curiously at me, and never did his gaze falter even when I tried Snape's evilest, darkest, glare, although on me of course it looked sexy.
"Mr. Malfoy, go back down to the Great Hall and ask Professor Snape to see me in my office in 10 minutes." Dumbledore said, and with a nod walked towards his office, which was currently a staircase swirling upwards.
I truly wondered if he was drunk, it sure seemed that way, how dare he trust me?
I decided to find Snape though, I had some questions to ask him anyway. So I went back to the Great Hall, which was almost fully empty. Luckily enough for me, though, I don't need luck really, Snape and McGonagall were in the middle of the hall looking like they were in a quarrel. I ran up to them and watched in amusement as they didn't even notice me.
"Minerva you're wrong! Dumbledore does not think I'm sexy, for the last time!" Snape was shouting almost incoherently.
"Well Severus maybe you should go and see then....?" McGonagall said back indifferently.
"Excuse me Professors, I'm sure your discussing Dumbledore's sexual preferences are well and good, but Professor Snape is wanted by him in 10 minutes, and I need to ask you something Professor..." Draco interrupted.
"Thank you Draco, very much, I have no time to answer your questions though, Goodnight Draco......" Snape said and started walking off.
"Severus! I told you!" McGonagall shouted after him. Snape clenched his fists but continued walking away.
I was pretty damn upset at this point, not only had I lost my pumpkin juice, been involved with a crisis of Potters and get nothing from it, but Snape was ignoring me like I was some kind of Gryffindor!
This was definitely not on my schedule of fun things to do....but neither did I have time to contemplate this atrocity since McGonagall was giving me her, 'Slytherin-go-now-or-pay-look'.
So I turned and left the Great Hall, usually I would never go anywhere else but my common room at a time like this. Strangely enough, that is what I did.
In my common room I discovered things were quite bleek and cold, though finding a time when it hadn't been would be a miracle...or something. A couple 5th years that were still up were glaring at me as I went up towards the dorm rooms. I wondered what had gotten them all pissy.
Definetly not me though, because, why would they be mad at me? I don't even know who they are except for being families close to....the Dark Lord. Speaking of the Dark Lord, at this point in time, I still had not a clue what was occuring at Malfoy Manor, especially with mother running the place alone. Father should be out soon, I thought, since...we are Malfoys, and never we perish so easily, or that is what I learned from him.
When I got to my own common room, a surprise hit me, and not a well received one, since apparently the power I had just last year over my classmates has suddenly deceased to nil. Crabbe and Goyle were rushing at me, with a couple others behind them, which I couldn't see, since Crabbe and Goyle combined do make quite a wall.
I felt myself being pushed, very hard mind you, backwards into the stone walls.... Slowly black nothingness was all I could comprehend.
In these times, of comprehending nothing, everything seems crystal clear to you. The whole world seems either right or wrong...or maybe it is neither right or wrong. Nonetheless, it is never both, nor in between. A comprehendable Black and White. Thinkable and considerable. Choose a side or don't, but you will perish either way anyway.
I don't know how long I was there, but since it was long, even today I wish I had not been so drowned in Potter's grievances or whatever. I mean come on...-I- got backstabbed by Slytherins, when does that ever happen?
Anyway, I woke up on the floor, which I guess shouldn't have been surprising, but since I had been in a world of Lala nothingness, it was understanding that I didn't understand why. I looked around, and decided that I had feinted and my asshole friends has decided not to help me and leave me to feign for myself. By struggled to get up into a sitting position, I knew something possibly life threatening had happened. Since my head was hurting particularly bad, I touched it cautiously and discovered a lot of blood, mostly dry though. Startled that I was hurt so bad, I slowly started getting up, since I discovered this was not going to be accomplished I decided I had better take out my wand...it was not there.
A/n- Hello everyone. Since I have not posted any GOOD (or wildly crazy fics) here in awhile....ahem, I decided to. This is the first chapter of a...who knows how long story of Draco's life. I know this is not exactly what would happen and some things are a little strange, but if you wish mock me on it by swearing and cussing with words that are not even spelled right then go right ahead. I am sure some of this story is spelled wrong, so I am telling that to everyone now. I do not have a beta but I do look over my work as carefully as I can. That is all...