Chapter 1:

Confessions

The summer air clung to his clothes like a heavy sweat. This year was more humid than he remembered summers ever being. As he neared the front of Malfoy Manor, Draco felt a churn inside of him, like a brick hitting him in the gut, something was wrong. The carriage pulled into the cobblestone drive. His father, Lucius, was waiting for him on the front steps.

"Shit." Draco said underneath his breath, as he stepped out of the carriage. The man guiding the carriage leapt from his seat to help with the luggage cases that Draco had taken back home from Hogwarts.

"Leave us." said Lucius to the man. The man dropped the cases and walked back onto the carriage and with a crack of a whip, the carriage was off again. "We need to talk." said Draco's father as they entered the house.

"What is this about father?" Draco said with slight annoyance. Lucius picked up the tone in Draco's voice and slapped him across the face. Draco touched his cheek he felt the heat coming off of where his father had just hit him.

"You know God damn well what this is about you piece of shit." said Lucius spitting on his son. "You have disgraced the name of Malfoy you piece of shit! I know all about you and your ways."

"What are you talking about?" asked Draco, Lucius slapped the boy again.

"Don't act stupid, although you very well may be."

"Lucius Malfoy!" said a female voice. "You swore you wouldn't do this."

"Keep out of this woman!" said Lucius.

"No, I will not. He is my son-" Lucius slapped Narcissa with his hand and proceeded to talk to Draco.

"No son of mine is going to be gay, I will kill him first." said Lucius raising his wand.

"No!" yelled Narcissa. "You will not touch him!" she began to yell. Narcissa slapped Lucius back and began crying. Lucius gave her a cold stare before socking her in the face. Narcissa fell backwards, her face bleeding.

"No!" said Draco.

"Shut up boy!" said Lucius. "I will deal with you later, I can't believe I have a fag for a son, I knew we should have gotten rid of you years ago you got so spoiled, I thought I taught you better, you piss ant." Lucius proceeded to spit on the boy again and walk from the room.

Draco rushed towards Narcissa, the bleeding had subsided but she was bruised and puffed up. "Oh mom." Draco said softly. He stroked her head and helped her up from the ground and fixed her broken nose.

After Draco escorted his mother into her room he walked to the other wing of the house, to his room. Draco's walls were covered in white. Marble, it seemed, covered the floors. His bed was black with a black cloth canopy over it. The bed sheets where dark green and red. Draco walked over to his dresser; it was antiqued and over five-hundred years old. He looked at a picture of him and his father when Draco was only four. Both were smiling and waving. How times had changed.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he started going into a rage. Draco flung everything off of the dresser, glass shards flew all over the room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he repeated over and over again, tearing down his canopy and shaking his bed posts. "AH!" he screamed as he threw his other dressers onto the floor, flinging more glass and sterling and jewels all over the room. Finally getting in such a rage, he blacked out at threw his open palm onto a pile of glass. Pieces were in his hands, Draco began screaming. Finally Narcissa ran into his room and tried to comfort him. She knew it was to no avail. After several more minutes Draco had passed out and Narcissa gave him both a sleeping potion and an emergency magical surgery to take out all the glass and put the room back together.

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Draco woke in the middle of the night. "What's wrong with me?" he said to himself. Draco looked at the clock on his wall. Two-forty. He looked around his room and wrapped himself in his blankets again. "What is so wrong about me being gay? It wasn't like I had gay orgies; it was just one guy, okay two guys, but still." He grabbed his head; a dull throbbing behind his eyes was making itself known.

"Shit!" he said as he tossed and turned. "How the fuck did I get myself into this mess? Fuck! If only I weren't gay."