Updated: 10:06 PM 5/18/2009

I hate them, I thought as I paced in front of the headmaster's desk. I had been waiting for ten minutes and the headmaster still hadn't arrived.

I fucking hate them I repeated in my head, as I had everyday for the last couple of weeks. My parents....

I had decided it was finally time to come out, thinking they would accept it, as they usually did. It was past time that I told them. But, they went ballistic; they practically disowned me!

I felt betrayed.

I had always had a good relationship with my parents. I would have done anything for them, as their son, and had believed that they would love me enough that they could accept me for me. I was wrong. They were horrified, plain and simple.

I knew that my father would have wanted me to continue the family, plus my mother wanted grandchildren, and I don't want the Malfoys to end with me, but I couldn't do it, not anymore. Although I had slept with girls before, it was something I found next to impossible. I had thought about making a... donation, when I get older, with the stipulation that the child carry the Malfoy name, or a surrogate mother, but to actually marry a woman... and then be with her for the rest of my life... I considered marriage to be forever. I really couldn't picture myself marrying anyone, for that matter.

It had taken me all morning to work up the confidence to tell them. First, I had woke up in a cold sweat, dreading their possible reactions, but still tried to be confident as I got dressed and walked to the dining room. After what had happened... with him, if no one else I could admit it to them. They would accept me no matter what, right? They loved me, right?

I told them during breakfast, wanting to get it over with. Their reactions were exactly what I had feared, but I hadn't expected that it would really happen. My mother, Narcissa Malfoy, dropped her fork, with her mouth gaping open. I would have found it funny, an aristocratic woman like her, gaping almost like a fish, if I wasn't so disappointed; but truthfully, she looked almost scared. My father's expression, on the other hand, was nothing to laugh about. A sharp stab of fear gripped my heart and I couldn't bring myself to look the man in the eyes for longer than a moment. I couldn't believe it; they hated me!

"Get out," were Lucius Malfoy's only words. My mother said nothing, but she hurriedly followed as I ran back to my room.

"Why did you say that, Draco?" she asked, her grey eyes, so like mine, were close to tears.

"Because, it's true." I started to pack a bag, but then realized I had nowhere to go. At least, not for long. Yeah, I had a couple of friends, but couldn't think of any who could or would want to put up with me for who knew how long.

"You know it's not, Draco, so stop lying to me! You aren't gay!" I turned and noticed she was crying. I dropped the shirt in my hand and hugged her, for a moment. I was hurt by Narcissa's words, but I didn't like to see her cry.

"I'm not lying. I am gay." I tried to reason with her. But she shook her head.

"You can't be. I wanted grandchildren, Draco. And your father and I had plans.... The Parkinsons. You just can't-"

"Mother," I cut her off, feeling just as desperate. "I'm not going to marry her. I'm not going to marry anyone."

"No. If not Pansy, then surely some other girl." It seemed that she refused to accept it. "You can't be, but now you've made your father upset. It might be best if you weren't... here for a while. Give me a chance to calm him down. I need to fix things." She was babbling.

I had no idea what my mother was talking about. My father was pissed, but could he really hurt me? I didn't thing he would, by my mother seemed sure, if a little off kilter. My worrying and irritation grew, but I did my best to quell it and kept quiet. She wasn't going to change her mind.

"I've got it!" My mother suddenly exclaimed, "Lucius wouldn't dare look for you at his house. I've got to make a quick call. Be ready in an hour." With that, she wiped her remaining tears. I wanted to throw my suitcase across the room. I didn't, but really really wanted to. Never mind that I had been planning to run away only a few moments before.

As expected, there was a limo waiting for me, when the time came; I wasn't surprised that I was still given the best. For proprieties sake, if nothing else. I had no idea where it would take me, but I entered anyway.

The drive took a couple of hours, long enough for me to stretch out on the seat and take a nap.

The house was small, that was the first thing I noticed. The next being the dour man standing in the doorway. I couldn't help my apprehension, as I was already tense and anxious. I could tell that this would be hell; he looked like he hated me.

But the man walked to trunk of the car, calling me to help him with my bags.

We took everything up to my room in silence, until he told me some things would have to go in the attic. He was right. The room had a bed, desk a bookcase and wardrobe, there was no closet.

Afterwords, he left me to put everything away, telling me to get him when I was ready to go up to the attic. Under no circumstances was I to yell down the stairs and to at least act like I was civilized.

I still didn't know who he was or his name. Later I finally got up the courage to ask: "who are you", not wanting to keep thinking of him as "he".

The man hesitated at first, clearly uncomfortable, before stating he was my godfather, Severus Snape. Then, he went to his room and I didn't see him for the rest of the night. That was the first time I had ever eaten left-overs.

So, I wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms by the man who I finally knew as my godfather. But he didn't tell me to get out, either.

But I still didn't understand why I was here.

Which led he back to my current situation. My first day at Hogwarts school. What a stupid name...

I hat-

The door finally opened and an old man entered the office. Something told me it would be an old man.... Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, as it said on his nameplate, asked me to take a seat while I took my behind the desk.

"Mr. Malfoy! It is good to see you." I nod a greeting. "I have heard about your unfortunate predicament."

I resisted snorting.

"As you know, your godfather, Professor Snape, has talked to me and fortunately we do have an opening at our school. Your godfather has already given me all of your information and, as you know, you are starting today. You are probably wondering why I have asked you here today, this early, if all of this already taken care of, aren't you?" The old man's blue eyes were shining into mine as he asked, smiling.

"No." Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for me to say something else, but I found it easy to resist.

"Alright then. I had wanted to talk to you, to acclimate you to the school, but it seems that won't be the case. I now assume you, Mr. Malfoy, are not interested."

I nodded.

"Very well, I will not keep you. Here is your schedule and a map. I trust you will be able to find your way?"

"Yes, thank you." I managed to add the last part. It pays to be polite at times.

"I have decided to place you in your godfather's homeroom. The students are a little younger than you, but only by a year or so. I thought this might be best for you, since you haven't been here as long as most of the other students. You'll have a familiar face. Have a nice day."

I took this as my cue to leave.

"Take a seat anywhere." Severus didn't look up as I entered the classroom, so I just did as asked.

It had been a couple of weeks ago since I had moved in, but he hadn't changed a bit. I suppose he wasn't a bad sort. Just not exactly friendly. He did take me in after the 'unfortunate' incident with my parents. Unfortunately, that meant changing schools. My godfather couldn't afford to keep me in my other one and it was to far to commute. I briefly wondered what my friends would think if they could see me now, in a state school....

I sat in the back, where I could watch who I was going to have to put up with for the next year. Luckily this would be my last, and only, year. They trickled in bit by bit. It wasn't nine yet, so they were still taking their time. They're a boring lot as far as I can tell. A redhead and his frizzy-haired girlfriend caught my attention, as did a delectable dark brunet, but they didn't hold my interest. That's when I saw the oddest thing.

A boy, obviously younger than me, was being walked into the room by another, who had his arms slung over the shorter one's shoulder. The taller being a skinny redhead, slightly taller than me, not by much. But that wasn't what caught my attention; friends are known to hang onto each other. What did grab me was the hand of the redhead on the other's ass, guiding him into the room. The black-haired one grinned somewhat shyly back, tossing a tattered messenger bag off his shoulder, but said nothing and took his seat with the other red-head and his girlfriend, who both frowned in response to something. Guess they didn't like his boyfriend, either that or that he had a boyfriend. People weren't this open at my last school... for good reason. But for the most part no one cared. And I really needed to learn some names or this was going to get confusing.

"Now that the theatrics are over." My godfather appeared mildly annoyed, but pulled out the roll. I learned that the first redhead and his girlfriend were Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and their friend was Harry Potter. As the announcements were made I forgot about everyone else for the most part, until the bell rang, signaling that it was time to move on to our first classes. I couldn't help but glance at Potter, thinking of the scene before. He's cute I thought, eying him for a moment, but I pushed the thought away.

I wouldn't make the same mistake again.