When dragons Cry

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Draco Malfoy lay on his bare back in the middle of his bed. He was tired of waiting for some sort of love. Love was not something in the Malfoy clan, but Draco wished it was. He felt all alone, empty, cold. The only warmth to him was the blood that would several times flow down his back.

He heard footfalls coming through the hallway outside of his door, and he desperately tried to think of a place to hide. Maybe should runaway? His father would catch him, and beat him even more. He would just have to wait until 5th year to start, and towards the end he would run, and slash his own throat, with his blade.

The door was flung open, Draco knew what was coming.

'Get up you worthless worm!" Draco obeyed, but fearfully. "Ha! Your grandmother was stronger at ninety-nine! You are such a weak, stupid creature! You should live with the chickens!" Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, yelled to his face. "Get down for it!"

Draco turned, keeled, and then fell foreword, exposing his bare back. **Smack** a sharp pain whizzed up his back, as his father whipped him. Cold tears drizzled down the hurt 15 year old child, as his back went up in flares.

"When did Malfoys begin to cry?" Lucius hit him again, and again. Finally picking Draco up by his collar. Slapping he said "Dragons never cry!"

'Ah, dragons. But we aren't dragons, we are wizards, and I'm a teenager. Maybe someday you will find out even dragons cry, Father.' Draco thought this ruefully, and then he fell into darkness.

Draco turned his head and looked back at the Malfoy Manor. Tall, glorious, and beautiful. One last look, and with that he looked carefully at the suit of arms under his window. It was of a dragon, with two swords criss-crossing over it.

'dragons, the curse of the Malfoys. We are determined to be a dragon, strong and seen from all corners. Well, even dragons must start from children, not adults, which is what my father obviously thinks.'

"Now remember, boy, if you even mention to anyone what happened this summer, I shall beat you into hell on earth."

This summer, last summer, every summer. Big difference.

"Yes, Father."

As soon as they arrived to King Cross station, Draco raced into the portal, thing, whatever. The train, to his bemusement, was already loading. He ran on, looking for a seat while his things were being loaded onto the train. There was only one, and across from Harry Potter's compartment.

'It will have to do.' and with that the dragon sank into the seat.

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