The real me

Disclaimer: these characters aren't mine they belong to j.k Rowling

Draco's pov.
People think of me as lucius' son, the future death eater.

They don't know me, for once I just wish someone could see the real me even if it's Harry potter. They also think of me as the arrogant pure blood. The truth is I'm not prejudice, I don't think I'm better than anyone else everyone has the same blood in the end.

A 16-year-old Draco Malfoy shut his notebook.
I could hear screaming again. Those screams of pure pain and terror ripped my soul in half, he was doing it again!
" stop screaming Narssica, you lied to the dark lord, he ordered me to punish you!"
" lucius what happened to you, your not the man I married. You're a monster a blood thirsty monster."
I heard a bang, and then a door closed. Silence.

Hermoine's pov.

" Hermione wake up!" shouted my mother, outside of my bedroom door.
"You have a owl."

I slowly rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Slowly I got up from my bed and want to open the door. When I opened the door my mum was wearing some make-up and her best clothes.

"Mum why are you wearing your best clothes, is dad coming back from his business trip early? I asked
"Oh no he isn't but I'm going to dinner with a few friends." my mother replied.

I slowly crept down the stairs to the kitchen without knowing I was creping down.
My heart leapt as she saw, the familiar twittering fluff-ball called, pig.
I softly tiptoed to the table and gently retrieved the letter off the owl. Slowly, I opened the seal and started to read it.

Dear Hermione,
I'm really sorry but you can't come this year to the burrow. This is because lav and me got back together, I apologised to her by letter and she said she missed me so I invited her to come stay I'm so sorry. So I guess ill see you on the Hogwarts express.
Love your friend Ron x

Draco's pov.
The trip down the stairs seemed to last a lifetime to me. My heart leapt as I say what was lying at the bottom of the stairs. A limp body. The body of my dear, loving, beloved mother. Instantly before anything registered in my mind I felt those unfamiliar warm salty tears cascading down my cheeks.

What had he done to my mother? The only human to have known the real me. Her silky blond hair hung over her angelic but bruised face.
Strangely this pain felt more than any other pain I felt in my whole life, even the crucio curse. This was the woman who carried me for nine months, gave birth to me, loved, cared and looked after me. What was I going to do?

Whoosh. An owl swooped through an empty window. It was the school owl.

Dear mr Malfoy,
you have been selected to be this years head boy congratulations. As you are the head boy you are required to be at school in 2 days

Thank you.
Yours faithfully
Albus dumbledore
head teacher.

Hermione's pov.
I had to read the letter again I couldn't believe my eyes. I Hermione granger am the head girl! I'm going to have to tell mum. When I got to the kitchen she wasn't there but there was a note on the table.

Hermione
gone to dinner be back soon, left you some money to get some new clothes love mum xx

I looked at the clock and it read 11 am and I collected the £50 she had left me. I went into the garden and then locked the door behind me. I took a steady walk up to the bus stop so I could get to the white rose shopping centre. The bus came in a bout five minuets, I paid and sat down. The trip didn't to long about ten minuets.finnaly I was at the white rose. The first place I went was primark, I love that shop!

I got back home at about five past three. As I got in I put my bags down near the stairs and I went to see if my mum was in yet. I stopped. I could hear laugher. This laughter was coming from inside my mum's room, what was she doing?