Draco Malfoy's Diary
A fanfic by Elly Yuki
Now comes the fanfic but first the Usuals:
Summary: Draco has troubles with his childhood. He gets a diary from his father for his birthday and when arrived in Hogwarts he decides to write in it. The diary became his best friend while Harry and Ron can't help but wonder what that book with the silver lock is that Draco's carrying around. Will Draco's past and secrets stay secret?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, but if I decide to put other things in here that do or do NOT belong to me I will put it up here also.
Warnings: Drama with a tad sadistic humor in it, angst and Draco being mentally abused by his parents, HP/DM slash too… Oeh, I don't know what will come of the story myself... Assume the worst and take the challenge!
Notes: This fic isn't diary-style. It's just a normal fic about a diary. So don't let the title scare you off.
-Elly Yuki
Chapter 1: 'Pajamas, marbles and a diary'
Slowly the cute blonde woke up.
/My birthday… Shit…/
Draco sighed and swung his legs off his bed.
/I wonder what my parents will do this time…/
He thought as he remembered flashes of his past birthdays…
-Flashback-
We see a 7-year-old Draco running out of his bedroom to the living room incredibly excited. The little boy's eyes glinted with surprise, expectation and glee when he saw his parents sit in one of the big couches in the round room, a broad grin spread throughout his face while his eyes travelled to the table in the middle of the room with a nice, colourful, wrapped present on it. His parents stood up after noticing their son in the doorway. The mother spoke up while she grimaced at seeing him wear his old, dirty, worn out pajamas again instead of the new ones they bought months ago, which he still didn't want to wear.
'I told you not to wear those! Why can't you just accept they don't fit you anymore…'
The father continued his wife's ranting.
'Why do you stick to those juvenile values? Why aren't you more like us and grow up?'
The boy's smile faded slowly and he looked down sadly after hearing that comment he heard so many times already.
-End flashback-
Draco smiled sadly.
/I still have those pajamas somewhere around here…/
He stood up and opened his closet as a velvety purple bag fell out and onto the floor, a Wizard marble rolled out.
/Oh yeah… Those…/
He thought as he picked the marble up, flashes came up into his mind again.
-Flashback-
'Draco! Come down here!'
It's a few years after the 'pajama accident' and Draco is 10 years old now.
The boy woke up, put his robes on and ran downstairs. He saw his parents standing in the kitchen waiting for the birthday boy.
'Happy birthday son.'
Mr. Malfoy said with a straight face, you couldn't even read the slightest emotion off his face. He had a velvet, purple bag in his hands and gave it to Draco. Draco opened the bag and let the contents roll into his hand.
'Wizard Marbles! Thanks dad!'
He said with a broad smile on his face as he put the marbles back in the bag and wanted to hug his father.
'Son, I won't have any of that…'
Lucius said threateningly, but his wife hissed at him.
'Lucius!'
The man mumbled something and hugged his son awkwardly.
'Why won't you grow up…'
He said under his breath, but the little boy heard anyway and it made him feel bad.
Later that day he overheard his parents talking about him in the living room.
'That boy is too childish for his own good. Why doesn't he act more like an adult?'
Narcissa Malfoy massaged her husband's shoulders as she tried to calm him down.
'Don't worry, honey. He'll have plenty of time to grow up this year. He goes to Hogwarts in a few days remember?'
'Yeah… I'll be happy when he stops acting so childish when he comes back next July…'
The boy ran off to his room tears rolling over his cheeks.
-End flashback-
/Like I could ever forget that…/
Draco thought while smiling sadly, the memory still very vivid, like it had only happened a few days ago.
/That was also the reason why I wanted a decent friend to tell all my secrets and problems to... But Potter rejected me on our first day of Hogwarts... Instead I've been stuck with friends that were picked by my father, Crabbe and Goyle. And if I would tell them something about my dad, then they would go run off to their dads and tell them... That are not trustworthy friends.../
Draco leaned against his bedpost thinking about kinds of friends, but instead ended up saddening himself while thinking he had no real friends, what was true because all his housemates' parents had connections with his dad. So he could never tell them anything. Draco was tired of keeping up his façades and of being mean to everyone. He envied Harry Potter a lot more then Harry would ever understand. Harry's parents had loved him from the beginning eventhough his parents died, but they died trying to protect him. Draco's parents never gave a damn about him, although he didn't think they could, anyway. His parents were so stuck up about that whole pure blood thing that it was driving Draco crazy.
Draco looked up at his white ceiling, tilting his head back to rest it against the wall, wishing he had real parents and real friends that cared about him, that cared about who he really was from the inside. Not from the outside...
"Draconis! Come down this instant."
Draco sat up straight, trying to realize what the noise was about. Then he heard his father.
"Come down NOW, Draco."
Draco stood up and ran to the door, opening it and then shutting it loudly behind him.
"I'm coming!"
He yelled while hurrying down the staircase. His parents weren't really very patient people, so he didn't want to anger them. He went in the kitchen and sat down on a chair next to his mother.
"What's up?"
Draco asked innocently.
"Draconis! Watch your tongue."
His mother hissed while looking anxiously at her husband.
"I won't have street language spoken in my house. But anyway... Happy birthday..."
His wife glared at him.
"... Son."
He added quickly with a forced smile while giving Draco a box. Draco opened it, careful not to break the thing that was in it, and saw a book with a cover, with a silver snake and dragon on a green background, with in big elegant letters 'Malfoy' on it. A shimmering, silver lock dangled from the side of the book that was obviously still locked.
"It's a diary, in case you've wondered..."
"I've... noticed, dad... I've seen this in the library once..."
Draco said while staring at it.
/What going on? I've seen this book lying in the library... Why are they giving it to... me? This must be a trap or something, because in the library my dad keeps his secret and very dangerous stuff... Are they trying to kill... their own son…/
Draco stared in disbelief from his mother, to his dad, to the diary. As if reading Draco's thoughts his father tried to calm him down.
"The diary isn't dangerous... But the idea of keeping a diary and trying to keep everyone from reading it might scare a lot of people. Even me..."
Draco didn't understand what his father just told him, but he could guess that this diary was once his dad's.
"This was yours, wasn't it dad? Thank you..."
"Oh it's okay son. It never was of any use to me, so I decided to pass it on to you. You can go up to your room now and change into proper clothes for lunch. The house-elves have almost finished it."
Draco nodded and wanted to walk back up the stairs, but his father stopped him.
"Wait, Draco. Here is the key for the lock."
"Thanks, dad."
Draco took the small, silver key that was decorated with a silver dragon, hung it around his neck on a necklace, walked back up the stairs and locked the door of his room so he could change.
A/N: So, what did you think of the first chapter? Please review! I wanna know what you guys think! In the next chapter Draco will be on his way to Hogwarts, alone... I hope you guys enjoyed!
-Elly Yuki