****This is my very first Drama fic, please don't be too hard on me OK?
Oh yeah, since I'm NOT J.K Rowling (Oh My God! I bet that came as a shock
for you all!) I do NOT own all these characters! Now, just read the story,
mmmkay?!****
Draco woke up, remembering what happened. He buried his face in his hands, stood up and looked in his mirror, seeing a skinny, blonde boy, with blood all over his face, and tears in his eyes.
'Why are you doing this to me, father?' Draco whispered and one tear rolled down his cheek.
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'No wait!! Father, please don't!!!!!' Draco screamed.
'YOU DESERVE IT!!!' Lucius yelled, hitting him with his cane again.
'I didn't do it on purpose!!! Please, believe me!!!' The boy fell on the ground, bleeding. 'Please...'
'You're not worth my time!!!' Lucius spat at him, hitting him for one last time, walking away, leaving Draco unconscious.
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'I'm not worth it...' Draco repeated the words, that hurt him so much.
He couldn't wait for the next year at Hogwarts... He won't be beaten to a pulp there. Sure, Snape was a greasy bastard, one of those fucking Death Eaters too, but hey, at least he didn't beat him up.
He realised he was stuck here, with his dad, for another 4 weeks. He wasn't sure if he'd still be alive when the vacation was over.
Draco fell on his knees on the ground, burying his face in his hands again and began crying.
He never cried so much in his whole life.
A Malfoy doesn't cry, that's what his father always told him. No matter what happened, a Malfoy shouldn't be crying. It's a sign of weakness.
He didn't want to be like his father, a Death Eater. He wasn't the person he appeared to be. He isn't a real Slytherin. His father made him one.
Once again, Draco asked himself why he couldn't be like one of the Gryffindors. Caring, fun, loving, sharing, pure of evil thoughts. One of the Weasleys, poor, but kind, or, for God's sake, even Harry Potter.
He stared out of the window of his bedroom. He stared into the darkness of the night, the same colour his heart was.
******Sorry that it's so short... Let me know what you think, please.********
Draco woke up, remembering what happened. He buried his face in his hands, stood up and looked in his mirror, seeing a skinny, blonde boy, with blood all over his face, and tears in his eyes.
'Why are you doing this to me, father?' Draco whispered and one tear rolled down his cheek.
****
'No wait!! Father, please don't!!!!!' Draco screamed.
'YOU DESERVE IT!!!' Lucius yelled, hitting him with his cane again.
'I didn't do it on purpose!!! Please, believe me!!!' The boy fell on the ground, bleeding. 'Please...'
'You're not worth my time!!!' Lucius spat at him, hitting him for one last time, walking away, leaving Draco unconscious.
****
'I'm not worth it...' Draco repeated the words, that hurt him so much.
He couldn't wait for the next year at Hogwarts... He won't be beaten to a pulp there. Sure, Snape was a greasy bastard, one of those fucking Death Eaters too, but hey, at least he didn't beat him up.
He realised he was stuck here, with his dad, for another 4 weeks. He wasn't sure if he'd still be alive when the vacation was over.
Draco fell on his knees on the ground, burying his face in his hands again and began crying.
He never cried so much in his whole life.
A Malfoy doesn't cry, that's what his father always told him. No matter what happened, a Malfoy shouldn't be crying. It's a sign of weakness.
He didn't want to be like his father, a Death Eater. He wasn't the person he appeared to be. He isn't a real Slytherin. His father made him one.
Once again, Draco asked himself why he couldn't be like one of the Gryffindors. Caring, fun, loving, sharing, pure of evil thoughts. One of the Weasleys, poor, but kind, or, for God's sake, even Harry Potter.
He stared out of the window of his bedroom. He stared into the darkness of the night, the same colour his heart was.
******Sorry that it's so short... Let me know what you think, please.********