Beep. Beep. Beep.
Fuck.
The sound of the alarm clock blared, what an insufferable sound. Why couldn't alarm clocks play the blood curdling screams of your enemiesinstead? Muggles should invent something of the matter, filthy little rats. Draco Malfoy lay there inhis bed,
dreading the day ahead of him. This day of all days. It was time to go back to school. Hogwarts. Why did he have to go back? After the war, there was really no point- for him at least. He would be one of the most hated people there,what
a surprise that they even allowed him back on campus. I wonder who would be head master now since the old manhad been killed by Snape during the war. Ah, what does it matter? Dumbledoofus was no use to him and he had always favored the"golden
trio" over anyone else. Stupid prats. Pothead, weasel, and that.. That filthy mudblood. Granger.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"ALRIGHT!" Draco screamed. He pulled himself up from the warmth and comfort of his bed. He was not happy about returning to that waste-of-a-time school. Ripping the covers from on top of him he jumped up and stomped tothe bathroom, blowing
up the clock with a flick of his wand on the way. One thing he knew for sure,If he had to waste another year in that school with those loser classmates of his, he was going to arrive with a bang. He took his time gettingready, doing and redoing
his hair about a thousand times and making sure to pick out his best suit and dress shoes.
"Mmm, I'm feeling very mischievous today.. But then again when am I not?" He chuckled to himself. "Draco Malfoy you look stunning," winking in the mirror, "if I'm going to have to be around those nitwits and be the most hated student there... Well Imight
as well look good doing it." He grinned. He looked dashing and he knew it. He had picked out his best and most expensive suit, mother had bought it for him to wear at her and fathers vow renewals. A fitted black blazer to match the black dressshirt
and black tie, fitted dress pants and the shiniest pair of dress shoes he owned. Well, they could be shinier but he didn't have time to summon a house elf. He needed to leave for the train very soon and he was dreading every minute that broughthim
closer. He made his way down the grand staircase,with each heavy footstep bringing him closer to hisinevitable death.
"Mother? MOTHER WHERE ARE YOU WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE! Oh typical." he scoffed. Walking over to where his mother was sprawled out on the couch, at least three wine bottles lying with her. She had picked up drinking ever since his father had been sent toAzkaban
after the war. He stood there staring down at her tears starting to swell in his eyes. He loved his mother dearly, he was all she had left. Father was never going to get out of that god forsaken place so he had to play the role of head ofthe
house hold. He was split, between joining her in her drinking games and fixing to be a better man for her sake, and his. Suddenly he heard a small cough from behind him.
"Master Malfoy.. You don't want to be late for the train. Or forget your wand." Matilda, his house elf was standing in the door way looking at him sheepishly.
"Thank you Matilda, I'll be off now. Take care of mother while I'm away. Don't let her drink herself in to a hole." He said.
"Oh not to worry Master Malfoy I will be sure to take good care of her!" She exclaimed.
"Right, well.. I'll be off then." He gathered up his trunk and his wand. Taking one last look at himself in the hallway mirror, he couldn't get over how good looking he was. Truly a carbon copy of his dearest father. Father.. He didn't have time to
had to get this hell over with.
With a loud crack, he apparated arriving at the train station where he wondered ifhis friends, or he hoped they still were, awaited him.