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Pride Got In The Way

Chapter one...

All my life, I despised my family and its history. The whole 'Purebloods only' affair tainted my thinking for awhile, but I couldn't change anything. I daren't defy my parents. My father would simply kill me or something and they would have another child. There was enough time anyhow.

My first year at Hogwarts was...hell. Everywhere I went, people glared at me, or tried to trip me up or something. All because of my dear father, no one knew me. The real me, not the smart-ass-son-of-a-bastard-Lucious-Malfoy. Not the one who everyone feared, but the one who fears. They all think I have a heart of stone. But I don't.

I think I really did love my father, once, a long long time ago. I think it was up till my third year, when Granger slapped me. After that incident, I sat in my room, thinking about my whole life, what I lived for, why I did things. It was then that I decided to give up on my father and his beliefs. I wanted a new life.

For a small start, I no longer slicked my hair back, like my father ordered me to do, but let it hang loosely around my face. It wasn't a very big start, but it was a start nonetheless. Anyway, it wasn't like I could just change the way I walked and talked just like that. My father was the problem. Then there was the other thing. My pride.

I still sided with the Slytherins against the Gryffindorks, but I didn't provoke them and they didn't provoke me. I was contented, but I knew I had to take another step forward soon. I had to let go of my pride and build it up in a new light. I just had to.