Chapter 1.
This story does NOT follow the story line of hp nor does it follow every little detail from it. Alot of the stuff, even the spells are from my head so if you mind that, well then I appologize. THANKS! First story, reviews would be lovely :)
His hisses whispered in my head over and over again. "KILL HIM. This is what you were made for Draco" Despite my attempts to sleep in peace, he felt the need to remind me of my mission every living moment. As if I could forget it, as if I'd let myself forget it. I was finally chosen for something important. This was all me for once instead of Potter, Potter, bloody Potter. As hard as this task was, I wouldn't disappoint the Lord. Disappointing him would mean disappointing my Father and more importantly myself. I didn't need anyone's help. Unfortunately mother disagreed. "Draco, he will protect you. I never meant for this to happen to you," She'd cry to me every night once the manor was asleep. To be completely honest with myself, this wasn't ever what I wanted but any chance to stand up against bloody Potter and give him trouble; I wasn't about to pass up. Mother's inability to understand that after being told several times was beyond my understanding. Women.
I packed up my belongings for stupid Hogwarts. One last year and I'd never have to step foot in it again. Ridiculous. That's what everything about that sorry excuse for a school is. I thought I'd managed to leave the Malfoy Manor unnoticed but of course, there were mother and father waiting outside the doors for me. I put down my bags and took mother's hand my own. "Please, stop worrying. It's like every other year I've been gone to that sorry school. Just … please, think of it as no other and keep your worrying to a minimum. There are far more important things for you to worry about right now." I looked across the lawn at "aunt" Bellatrix who was fumbling around with one of the house elves. "Like bloody Bellatrix torturing the filthy elves. Who's gonna do the work around here if she kills them all!" father put his free hand on my shoulder. Instinctively I shoved it aside and stepped back. "Son, you will do this for the dark lord without hesitation, understood?" I nodded, understanding exactly what had to be done. " Good then." Mother's distress never left her face.
"He has vowed to protect you son. Let him assist you if nee-"
"Mother! I don't need assistance from anyone, don't you under-!"
"Draco, listen, only a fool would say no to protection from the most trusted of the target. Now leave son and do not disappoint." With a final hug to mother and father, I was off to the train station.
Potter, Weasley and Granger were in their usual spots in the great hall, no doubt, unaware of what this year was about to bring to them. More pain and torture emotionally than one could endure. Potter could never even imagine what I am capable of doing. Of what I will do. "KILL HIM" my arm burned. Bloody hell. My thoughts were disturbed by Pansy who thought it was a good idea to slip her arms around me in the midst of my thoughts. "Get your hands off me, you whore." I growled through closed teeth. She was annoying. No more than a pass time while I was stuck in this hellhole. She had no brain, no respect, no manners what so ever, despite being a pure blood. She was a clueless bitch. Although I must admit, her looks were of wonder. She had slick dark hair that just caressed her face and a small, fragile body that was none the less fun to meddle with. Not to mention she was always up for some snogging. Filthy though, she was. "Draco, why do you always…"
"Shut up." I stood and walked towards potter with Crabbe behind me as per usual.
"Potter." I smirked. " Thought I'd wish you a well year. Been having a hard time keeping up with everything due to all the fame haven't we? Well then. May this year be… different? Far different." And different it certainly would be, but to my benefit this time. The weasel was stuffing his face like always with anything within reach. "Disgusting, even some pure bloods can be, eh Crabbe? Of course, manners can only be taught to those of class HA!" Crabbe high fived me and Granger's glare grew more and more intense. She wouldn't dare cast a spell in the great hall on me though. She was too good for that. Her hair tamed far more since the previous years, I noticed. "Filthy mudbloods, shouldn't be allowed to step foot in the wizard world! Don't understand how you're still here and alive."