Chapter One- September 1st
"Mister Draco sir, It's time to wake up. You're going to Hogwarts today."
Dobby, my house elf. I woke up. I was buzzing but I couldn't show it. Malfoys don't show emotion. Emotion is weakness. "Good morning Dobby. Get me out my robes." Dobby nodded his head and went to my wardrobe. I made my way to the dining hall. I knew I was going to be in Slytherin. I had to, or my family would disown me. I would be the first in countless generations not to be. Drinking my Pumpkin juice I read the Daily Prophet. "Harry Potter to go to Hogwarts!" was plastered over it. The Boy Who Lived would be an excellent ally, would he not? Walking to my room I ran into Dobby. He had a red cut the length of my wand across his forehead, Father must be up. I ran my hand over my right arm. The scar was obnoxiously red today, though it had been weeks since he used the spell on me for sticking up for Dobby. Once. Holding back a wince, I put on my black robes and gathered my belonging into my trunk. "Draco! It is time we left. It is half past nine already, hurry up!" my mother screamed at me. Narcissa Malfoy is my mother. She was a Black but due to an arranged marriage agreement, our dysfunctional family was formed. I got to the entrance to Malfoy Manor and Mother grabbed my hand. Suddenly my stomach squeezed and spun inside me and I was feeling like I was being pulled through a thin tube. The joys of apparation! Haven being apparated everywhere all my life, I didn't ungracefully stumble or heaven forbid be sick! The shame. The embarrassment would be unbearable. I didn't socialise with anyone my own age, only ancient relatives or the umm, friends my father brings home from the Dark Ages before the incident with Potter. So to say. I landed next to Mother in front of the entrance to Platform 9 & 3/4, and smoothed out my creases on my robes. Then we walked right through the brick wall.
