Chapter one: Telling
"fine! you wanna know what happened?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.
"mister Malfoy, it is the only way I can understand and comprehend what happened." My headmaster said. He sat behind his desk and leaned forward, all too eager to hear my story.
I looked around his office. Various portraits were looking at me and saying things like, "tell him Draco." Or "go on, it's okay." I sharply moved back to Dumbledore, but I could not look him in the eyes. I continued to glance around his desk and procrastinate some more. A phoenix was perched on a gold stand next to his desk. On his desk lie various piles of papers and books, his wand and hat and what I thought was a candy bar called "Snickers" or something like that.
"please mister Malfoy." He said. I looked up and at his face. He peered at me over his half-moon spectacles. "I need to know."
I looked down at my feet. My eyes began to burn as I tried to hold back tears. I put my hands on either side of my face as I tried to shake the image out that came into my head.
I was running through the forbidden forest. My hair was plastered to my head with sweat. I stopped when I saw him. He wasn't alone. I saw who he was with and I wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out of my mouth.
I snapped back into Dumbledore's office. He looked concerned and curious at the same time. His eyes sparkled at me with compassion and empathy. "fine, I'll tell you. but I can't just tell you what happened. I need to start from the beginning for you to understand." I wiped a tear from my eye and began my story; our story.
*****
I sat on the train the first day of my seventh year. That summer brought many changes in my life. My father died. I really did not care much for him since I had taken myself off the imperious curse early in the holiday. I learned a lot about myself since I was free.
It all started before my father died. I had just learned the counter curse for the imperious and it was my first day as the real Draco Malfoy. I was sent by my not quite dead father to find a muggle to practice curses on. He naturally did not know I had freed myself of him. I had to still pretend like I was a strong willed, obedient Malfoy. I went to a muggle town and was walking down the street. I saw a boy sitting under a tree reading a book. He did not look like the muggles I usually see. He was wearing tan slacks and a blue collared shirt that could be seen coming out of the top of his sweater. Something about this boy drew me to him. I walked over and sat next to him. I introduced myself and so did he. His name was Michael.
I continued to go back and see him every day. We had been meeting for about a week when he told me he was gay. He was my friend. I didn't care who he was attracted to.
"To tell you the truth, when I first met you, I thought you were too." He said to me.
I had never really thought about it before. I had been attracted to guys, but I always dismissed it as teenage hormones gone awry. I turned tot face him. I looked into his eyes searching for the answer of to the question that was my sexuality. His blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. Then, after much searching, I had found the answer. I was gay. I have never been attracted to a girl. I have had girlfriends, but I was just lying to myself. I leaned forward to kiss Michael, but my lips found nothing. I opened my eyes and I was looking into the hate filled pools of my father. He was holding Michael up by the collar of his shirt.
With one flick of his wand, we were back at the Malfoy Manor. My father turned to me and said coldly, "So you're a fag now, is that it?"
I said nothing. I looked at Michael who was sitting in a chair in a full body bind. A single tear ran down my face as I saw the look of terror on his face.
"I should kill you, you know." My father said to me. "but you have so much potential. The dark lord expects great things from you. However, to toughen you up and to remind you where your loyalties lie, I shall kill your corruptor." Then he said the fateful words, "avada kedavra" and Michael lay dead in next to the chair he was sitting on.
My entire world was spun around me for the next few weeks. My father was killed by Voldemort. He found out I had taken myself off the curse and grew angry at my father for "letting" me become so defiant. I was left with my new-found sexuality, two deaths, a lost love, and one week until school started.
"fine! you wanna know what happened?" I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.
"mister Malfoy, it is the only way I can understand and comprehend what happened." My headmaster said. He sat behind his desk and leaned forward, all too eager to hear my story.
I looked around his office. Various portraits were looking at me and saying things like, "tell him Draco." Or "go on, it's okay." I sharply moved back to Dumbledore, but I could not look him in the eyes. I continued to glance around his desk and procrastinate some more. A phoenix was perched on a gold stand next to his desk. On his desk lie various piles of papers and books, his wand and hat and what I thought was a candy bar called "Snickers" or something like that.
"please mister Malfoy." He said. I looked up and at his face. He peered at me over his half-moon spectacles. "I need to know."
I looked down at my feet. My eyes began to burn as I tried to hold back tears. I put my hands on either side of my face as I tried to shake the image out that came into my head.
I was running through the forbidden forest. My hair was plastered to my head with sweat. I stopped when I saw him. He wasn't alone. I saw who he was with and I wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out of my mouth.
I snapped back into Dumbledore's office. He looked concerned and curious at the same time. His eyes sparkled at me with compassion and empathy. "fine, I'll tell you. but I can't just tell you what happened. I need to start from the beginning for you to understand." I wiped a tear from my eye and began my story; our story.
*****
I sat on the train the first day of my seventh year. That summer brought many changes in my life. My father died. I really did not care much for him since I had taken myself off the imperious curse early in the holiday. I learned a lot about myself since I was free.
It all started before my father died. I had just learned the counter curse for the imperious and it was my first day as the real Draco Malfoy. I was sent by my not quite dead father to find a muggle to practice curses on. He naturally did not know I had freed myself of him. I had to still pretend like I was a strong willed, obedient Malfoy. I went to a muggle town and was walking down the street. I saw a boy sitting under a tree reading a book. He did not look like the muggles I usually see. He was wearing tan slacks and a blue collared shirt that could be seen coming out of the top of his sweater. Something about this boy drew me to him. I walked over and sat next to him. I introduced myself and so did he. His name was Michael.
I continued to go back and see him every day. We had been meeting for about a week when he told me he was gay. He was my friend. I didn't care who he was attracted to.
"To tell you the truth, when I first met you, I thought you were too." He said to me.
I had never really thought about it before. I had been attracted to guys, but I always dismissed it as teenage hormones gone awry. I turned tot face him. I looked into his eyes searching for the answer of to the question that was my sexuality. His blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. Then, after much searching, I had found the answer. I was gay. I have never been attracted to a girl. I have had girlfriends, but I was just lying to myself. I leaned forward to kiss Michael, but my lips found nothing. I opened my eyes and I was looking into the hate filled pools of my father. He was holding Michael up by the collar of his shirt.
With one flick of his wand, we were back at the Malfoy Manor. My father turned to me and said coldly, "So you're a fag now, is that it?"
I said nothing. I looked at Michael who was sitting in a chair in a full body bind. A single tear ran down my face as I saw the look of terror on his face.
"I should kill you, you know." My father said to me. "but you have so much potential. The dark lord expects great things from you. However, to toughen you up and to remind you where your loyalties lie, I shall kill your corruptor." Then he said the fateful words, "avada kedavra" and Michael lay dead in next to the chair he was sitting on.
My entire world was spun around me for the next few weeks. My father was killed by Voldemort. He found out I had taken myself off the curse and grew angry at my father for "letting" me become so defiant. I was left with my new-found sexuality, two deaths, a lost love, and one week until school started.