MY first fic. Please review!
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"Draco!" a sharp voice rang loudly through the mansion. "Get down here, boy!" The blonde haired boy, Draco, came stumbling down a flight of stairs.
"About time boy!" Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, snapped, yet again, at the eleven year old boy, cuffing him over the head. "Get!" he said shoving Draco
out the door, treating him remarkably like a dog. Draco stumbled, rushing to get inside the ministry cars, so his father couldn't shove him anymore. He
dived into the car, and sat next to his mother, Narcissa. Minutes later, Lucius stepped into the car.
Before long, the ministry car was driving along the main road, squeezing through spaces no one would think possible.
Mean while, Lucius was saying how proud he was to finally have his boy going to Hogwarts and how he would be getting into Slytherin. Planning
Draco's whole life out, like a blueprint, before his very eyes.
They arrived at Kings Cross and Draco's trunk and owl cage were piled onto a cart, then dragged through the barrier to get to Platform 9 ¾.
As soon as he stepped through the barrier, two boys ran into him. In the process, his skinny frame was tossed to the ground. Lucius grabbed him
roughly by the collar and pulled him to his feet.
Once Draco was on his feet the boys immediately began to snarl nasty comments at him.
"Draco, boy! Stand up for yourself! Are you a Malfoy or not?!" Lucius chuckled, but Draco realized the threat lying behind those few words.
The platinum haired boy changed immediately. Instead of being shy, he was powerful, instead of having a scared look upon his face, there was a smirk.
"Well, what are you two oafs starring at? Get my trunk!" With that he stalked off, not even bothering to see if the great lugs got his trunk. The boys
watched him, with astonishment, then grabbed his trunk and hauled it between them.
Once on the train and in a compartment, two girls joined them. Pansy Parkinson, a girl whom Draco thought resembled a pug, seemed very attached to
him. She was constantly fluttering her eyelashes at him. 'I never knew dogs could have such long eyelashes!' he thought to himself. The other girl was
Millicent Bulstrode, (a/n is that right??) who seemed smitten with one of the big oafs, Draco couldn't tell which. Finally, he decided that if he saw Pansy
flutter her eyelashes one more time, he would be sick.
Excusing himself, he left the compartment and wandered, aimlessly, toward the back of the train. Staring at his feet, he decided to go into a,
hopefully empty, compartment. Slowly drawing the door open, Draco's steel gray eyes fell upon two boys, about his size. One, a red-head, who was currently
stuffing his face and another with unruly black hair, with vivid green eyes starring up at him.
"Erm…H-h-hi. I'm D-Draco," he stammered, not offering his last name.
"Om Won Weeshly," the red-head said.
"I'm Harry….erm Potter. You can come in if you want. Have some sweets, too," the green-eyed boy offered.
With that Draco sat down with his two fellow first-years. The train-ride passed by quickly, with sweets, talking, and laughter.
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I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll hopefully be making them longer.
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"Draco!" a sharp voice rang loudly through the mansion. "Get down here, boy!" The blonde haired boy, Draco, came stumbling down a flight of stairs.
"About time boy!" Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, snapped, yet again, at the eleven year old boy, cuffing him over the head. "Get!" he said shoving Draco
out the door, treating him remarkably like a dog. Draco stumbled, rushing to get inside the ministry cars, so his father couldn't shove him anymore. He
dived into the car, and sat next to his mother, Narcissa. Minutes later, Lucius stepped into the car.
Before long, the ministry car was driving along the main road, squeezing through spaces no one would think possible.
Mean while, Lucius was saying how proud he was to finally have his boy going to Hogwarts and how he would be getting into Slytherin. Planning
Draco's whole life out, like a blueprint, before his very eyes.
They arrived at Kings Cross and Draco's trunk and owl cage were piled onto a cart, then dragged through the barrier to get to Platform 9 ¾.
As soon as he stepped through the barrier, two boys ran into him. In the process, his skinny frame was tossed to the ground. Lucius grabbed him
roughly by the collar and pulled him to his feet.
Once Draco was on his feet the boys immediately began to snarl nasty comments at him.
"Draco, boy! Stand up for yourself! Are you a Malfoy or not?!" Lucius chuckled, but Draco realized the threat lying behind those few words.
The platinum haired boy changed immediately. Instead of being shy, he was powerful, instead of having a scared look upon his face, there was a smirk.
"Well, what are you two oafs starring at? Get my trunk!" With that he stalked off, not even bothering to see if the great lugs got his trunk. The boys
watched him, with astonishment, then grabbed his trunk and hauled it between them.
Once on the train and in a compartment, two girls joined them. Pansy Parkinson, a girl whom Draco thought resembled a pug, seemed very attached to
him. She was constantly fluttering her eyelashes at him. 'I never knew dogs could have such long eyelashes!' he thought to himself. The other girl was
Millicent Bulstrode, (a/n is that right??) who seemed smitten with one of the big oafs, Draco couldn't tell which. Finally, he decided that if he saw Pansy
flutter her eyelashes one more time, he would be sick.
Excusing himself, he left the compartment and wandered, aimlessly, toward the back of the train. Staring at his feet, he decided to go into a,
hopefully empty, compartment. Slowly drawing the door open, Draco's steel gray eyes fell upon two boys, about his size. One, a red-head, who was currently
stuffing his face and another with unruly black hair, with vivid green eyes starring up at him.
"Erm…H-h-hi. I'm D-Draco," he stammered, not offering his last name.
"Om Won Weeshly," the red-head said.
"I'm Harry….erm Potter. You can come in if you want. Have some sweets, too," the green-eyed boy offered.
With that Draco sat down with his two fellow first-years. The train-ride passed by quickly, with sweets, talking, and laughter.
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I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll hopefully be making them longer.