Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter and company. They are all J K Rowling's. I only burrowed them for this story so don't sue me.
Prologue
Draco Malfoy was the most famous skater in the world. At only 20 years old he had won already every contest there was. He had blond hair, silver eyes; he was 6 ft. 2 and well built. His father, Lucius Malfoy was the richest man in the world, having made his own fortune next to the already big sum inherited from his parents. His wife Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was the former PM's daughter. Together they made the perfect English family. Draco Malfoy was rich, handsome and popular. Reporters hounded him for a front-page interview. Magazines named him the bachelor of the year. Draco had just finished his skating career this last season and was planning to go to college together with his best friend Blaise Zabini.Blaise would be changing college so he could be together with his friend at Cambridge University. So now we find Draco Malfoy in his room at Malfoy Manor packing his things away. He was supposed to take the Cambridge Express from King's Cross Train station in London. He and Blaise were planning on securing their own compartment. His parents were waiting for him in the Entrance Hall. His father stood tall and proud like the noble bred man he was and his mother the perfect lady at his side, the only thing marring her image were the tears running down her cheeks.
"Do me proud son!"
his father told him, shaking his hand and at the last moment grabbed him in a manly half-hug.
"Yes Draco my beloved son and do be careful!"
his mother grabbed him in a strong hug crying on his shoulder.
"Good-bye Mother, Father!"
he hugged his mother one more, nodded to his father, took his bag and skate-case and headed toward the door knowing that his bags were being carried outside the moment he came down. He entered the limousine waiting for him and closed the door. He was a bit sad to go but he was more exited about the time away from home. The only thing bearing down heavily on him was his parents request that he find a suitable bride by the time his college years were over which meant he should start looking this year. His father had been very clear that if he couldn't find a suitable fiancée by the time he graduated he would be married to Pansy Parkinson. Parkinson was a gold digger and a whore and he felt no remorse calling her that. She had a pug-face, which was always covered heavily in make-up and an attitude to match. He hated her but she thought he was in love with her and during high school had proclaimed herself his girlfriend. The only thing she was after was his money .He sighed and rubbed his face with one hand. He didn't want a woman who would always be after his money. He wanted someone whom he could love and would love him in return. He resolved not to think about this on his way to school so he took out his iPod and put the earpieces in his ears and pressed play hoping the music would relax him. Finally he could see the train station. The limousine slowed down and then stopped in front of the entrance to the platform. The driver opened the door for him and loaded his cases on the train. He nodded goodbye, shouldered his bag and went to find Blaise.
