Hi everyone! I've decided to pursue a new ship and I hope this story turns out how I want it to. I know it's very short, but it's just a prologue. I promise next chapter will be nice and lengthy. Enjoy!

"See you at work." My father said as he turned to leave Flourish & Botts.

I stepped down from the stairs and paused before leaving. "See you at school." I said, eyeing up Potter and then giving Weasley a quick sneer.

Potter gave me such a look of complete hatred and contempt that I knew I had to get out of there quick, for fear of falling to my knees and begging for forgiveness.

I left the shop and followed my father down Diagon Alley. I knew he was taking me down to Knockturn Alley. My father babbled on about the Weasleys and what a disgrace they were to the wizarding world.

I was hardly listening, though: my mind was too consumed with thoughts of him. He was so perfect. His dark hair that fell messily over his face; his bright, green eyes that flashed with happiness every time he laid them up Weasley and Granger; his devilish, boyish grin that I knew all too well.

I knew it wasn't right to like Harry Potter. Not just because he was a boy, although that did play a big part in the wrongness of it all. But because he was a 'brave, chivalrous' Gryffindor. And because my father hated him with every fibre of his being. He would be disappointed if I came out to him at all... But to come out to him with a certain fondness for a certain lightning-bolt-scarred boy.

My father, Lucius Malfoy, would disown me. He would kick me out of the house. Or worse. I'm sure my mother would defend me and beg for my mercy.

But I make my mother proud by default; she loved me the moment I was born. My father, however, always wanted more and was keen for me to prove myself as a man to him.

It would hurt me to disappoint him, to throw away what I've been working for for twelve years. He would get mad and say that it was just a phase, that these feelings were not real. That if I were to surround myself with girls, I'd realize that I am in fact straight.

But that would never happen.

I would let the tears fall from my eyes. I would show him that his disapproval and harsh words caused me pain, regret and grief.

"I'm sorry," I would say. "Dad, I'm sorry. But I am who I am. I'm not going to change. I'm gay."

I would call him 'dad' for the first time since I was a little boy. I would acknowledge him as a blood relative, as someone whom I unconditionally love, and not as a leader. Not as someone who controlled and planned what I did and how I did it. No.

I would stand up to my father... my dad, and I wouldn't be afraid to show my emotions and love and respect for him.

"Draco! Hold this for me." My father's voice interrupted my thoughts. He shoved a heavy, black box into my arms and led me into Borgin and Burkes.

As I walked into the dark, disturbing store, I forgot about all previous thoughts and let my mind wander to the wonderful, dark-haired boy I craved to touch...