"The Making's of One Draco Malfoy."
Chapter 1, Book One
The Bad Conversation
Narcissa walked in to her only son's bedroom and pulled open the curtains.
Little eleven year old Draco Malfoy stirred from the bright light coming into his room, he groaned and pulled the cover's over his head.
"Good Morning. Draco, sweetie you need to get up. Your leaving for your first day of Hogwarts remember?" Narcissa said pulling on the cover's covering her son's head.
Bright blond, almost pale white hair popped out from under the cover's along with the beautiful face of Narcissa's only son. Excitement a clear element on Draco's face, remembering what the day was to bring.
Narcissa smiled at Draco's excitement and listened to his excited giggles as he climbed out of bed quicker than you could have said 'Quidditch'. Draco had always been a fan and hoped to play for his House Team. He would rave on about it for ages to Narcissa, being the only one who wouldn't get bored and walk away.
Draco ran over his mental checklist that he had everything packed whilst he quickly made his bed with his mother.
Draco's father Lucius Malfoy strode into his son's room. He smiled seeing his wife and son so happy for this joyous occasion; his son was to go to 'Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
Unfortunately Lucius was under orders from the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort had requested of Lucius to get his son as a spy, a traitor to all Pure- Bloods and to become friends with Harry Potter. A young boy who was also starting his magical education this year. Lucius hated the idea of his son mixing with none other than people with less than Pure-Blood. The Dark Lord wished to find out more about Harry Potter. To hopefully find a weakness and to once again rise to full power with his fellow Death Eater's.
"Narcissa? Please leave. I'm under orders from the Dark Lord himself."
Narcissa scowled. She hated the so called 'Dark Lord'. He had done nothing but possess her husband and put her whole family into jeopardy. She knew that one day her son would have to make a choice. Join the Dark Lord, his father and the Death Eaters or choose the good side where Narcissa wished to constantly be. Narcissa left without another word or glance at her husband.
"Draco, my son. Are you all packed" Lucius questioned his bright eyed son.
"Yes Father. I am ever so excited." Draco ran to his Father like he would his Mother and expected a hug. Instead he received Lucius picking him up and placing him on the bed. Lucius took a deep breath.
"Draco? Do you remember what I told you, when you got your acceptance letter during the Summer?"
"Yes"
"Good. Can you please repeat what I said to you?"
Draco thought back to when he got his acceptance letter. His father had sat him down in front of the fire and explained some important things to him.
"You told me about people called Mud-bloods...." Draco still wasn't aware of how bad and offending that word was.
"Go on."
"You said to never speak to them, pay them no attention."
"And why would that be?"
Draco looked down at the floor before answering his Father's question.
"They are witches and wizards beneath us. They hold no value to the name 'Wizard'. They should be at our feet worshiping the ground we walk on."
"Good, good my son. What else?" Lucius smiled with satisfaction.
"I have to become friends with a boy named 'Harry Potter'. It is a priority, along with getting excellent grades and showing off the Malfoy family name."
"Excellent my son. You know well of what I wish for you. You may go to breakfast."
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Draco's mind returned to the present time. He was sitting on the 'Hogwarts Express' with his fellow Slytherin friends.
He had been sure that he had seen something like a flash of skin as Zambini had tried closing the carriage door.
They talked about the member's and new additions to Professor Slughorn's 'Slug Club'. His father would be disappointed in him if he wasn't asked to join before the end of the week.
"You are a Malfoy, chosen by the Dark Lord to do a forbidding job and to kill the one Albus Dumbledore. Toughen up Draco. All of us Death Eater's wish to be in your place. Make him proud Draco. Stand tall, you pathetic child. Everybody wishes to be in your shoes." Draco's Father had told him previously. Lucius using his wand to discipline his son threw a curse at Draco causing him absolute pain. He remembered this pain vaguely when he was trained by his Aunt Bellatrix, to strengthen him to the Dark Lord's standards. It was the Cruciatus Curse.
All the respect Draco had for his Father flew out the window, his Father was using an Unforgivable on him? Draco had just been hesitant about his job he was assigned and Lucius had found out.
Draco absentmindedly stroked his hand on the purple bruise still smeared across his chest from his father's brutal punishment. Draco's perspective of his father had changed over the year's. He was totally possessed by Voldemort and his stupid pure-blood only status. He had a massive stick up his arse sometimes, Draco thought smiling to himself. He knew he would break down later about his impossible task in his comfortable four-poster bed. He would never do it. How could he? Kill a man who was brilliant in every sense. Draco never had much time for Dumbledore but he knew the man would help him if he needed his aid. Draco had considered numerous times to see Dumbledore at the start of term, pleading for help. He didn't want to follow stupid 'Lord' Voldemort if that's what he was. He hated it. He always promised his mother he'd never turn bad, now to prove it.
Hermione Granger walked past the window to his compartment her nose in a big book, almost conveniently timed as to what Draco had rose from the carriage seat, slid open the door and followed Hermione on her way to a different carriage.
Draco quickened his pace and caught up to her, tapping her once on the shoulder she turned around.
"Hello.... Her-Herm-Hermione." Draco had never said her name in front of anybody. Let alone the girl herself.
Hermione being polite not wanting to start a fight on the train, nodded her head in his direction. A smile curling on her surprised face as she realised that Draco had called her by her name. She turned around and faced the smiling boy in front of her.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Draco Malfoy was smiling? No way. Never to anybody. Let alone her, Hermione Granger, the bookworm extraordinaire with her mud-blood status.
"H-hello Draco," Hermione addressed Draco surprised to see his smile grow bigger.
"What's that you got there? Is it a school book?"
Hermione was a little taken aback. "It's ermm. A bit of casual light reading for me. F-for a bookworm..... I guess." She gazed down. Embarrassed that this was what she called 'Light reading'. The book had to be over a thousand pages. Draco chuckled. Hermione Granger was very funny sometimes.
"Listen Hermione, I was wondering i-if I could s-speak to you in the library tomorrow about something. I could really use your advice. I know it sounds weird for me to be asking for your help but, it would be greatly appreciated."
Shock was evident on Hermione's face, she nearly dropped her book. Draco could tell she was in no state of mind to answer his question.
"Tomorrow after lunch Granger? Please come. Bye."
Draco walked off back down to his carriage. What had he just said to Hermione Granger? Out of nowhere he had just suddenly thought to ask her to meet him at the library? Why did he just do that? Draco pondered this question to himself as the train pulled in at Hogsmeade Station.
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Later that night after the feast and everybody in Slytherin and the castle had gone to sleep, Draco Malfoy sat awake in his four-poster bed. Arms wrapped around his knees, his head pressed against them. Tear's were pouring solidly down his face. Thinking of the torture he was to receive if he didn't do Voldemort's orders from his Father, and or worse Voldemort Himself.
Draco had so much on his mind it was hard to think about the deed that must actually be done. He was to kill his Headmaster, kill him and let the Death Eater's into Hogwarts, the once safe school.
All would be lost. If the plan goes' correctly Hogwarts was to be overpowered by Death Eater's. If it didn't he would be blamed and Lord Voldemort would kill his Mother and or him as well. It would all be his fault either way he went. His life would be crap, he wished he could just escape for a little while.
Hermione Granger's smiling face came into his head as he thought about what kind of childhood she would've had. Lucky.
The tear's dried eventually as Draco thought about what he would say to Hermione tomorrow in the library. Could he trust her enough to tell her what he must do? Could she even help him, or would she go straight to Dumbledore? Whatever she was to choose, he would still need her help. He needed to keep up his grades just underneath Hermione's who was the smartest in the year. With all these distractions who wouldn't want a clear head to work? Draco drifted to sleep, where his troubling nightmares were to really begin.