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A/N: WOO HOO!!!! This is my first fanfic ever! Please review! Hope you like it so far!

Chapter 1: The Malfoy House

It was a sunny day at the Malfoy Mansion. A young wizard was sleeping soundly in his dark, silent bedroom, dreaming of a glorious victory over his archenemy, Harry Potter. He was smiling and laughing quietly in his sleep when a house elf walked into his room.
"Young master," said the nervous looking house elf, shaking Draco lightly. "Young master Malfoy, it is time to wake up."
The blonde 17-year-old rolled over and slowly opened his eyes. The little house elf was looking at him nervously with her big orb-like eyes. Draco sat up and stretched.
"Good morning, Dotty." he said through a yawn. Draco looked around his dark room and stood up. He walked over to his dresser and looked into the mirror on his wall. Draco attempted to flatten his hair but as soon as he moved his hands from his blonde head, it started moving back to its original dishevelment. He sighed and gave in to his tousled locks and started to look for clothes. Draco heard a small "ahem" and looked towards his bed where he left Dotty standing. "Yes?" he asked the little house elf.
"Master Malfoy would like to speak with you this morning at eleven," squeaked Dotty nervously. Draco watched her as she fidgeted with the potato sack that she was wearing.
"What does he want this time?" he asked angrily. Draco was always told the same thing almost every morning at almost the same time. He was getting tired of his father.
"I am unsure about his motives, sir. I apologize," Dotty said ruefully. She started stomping on her feet and yelped in pain.
"What are you doing, Dotty? Stop that!" Draco ordered as he picked Dotty up off the ground. Dotty looked at him in fear.
"I'm sorry sir! I'm so terribly sorry! Please forgive me sir! I beg you!" Dotty squealed in Draco's ear. Draco set her down in his armchair, turned to his bed, and sat down.
"I'm not forgiving you for anything, Dotty." Draco said calmly. Dotty looked at him with a fearful look on her face. "You haven't done a damn thing wrong."
"B-but sir! I failed to—"
"To tell me what my dad wanted, I know," Draco finished. "Dotty, nobody knows everything. Therefore, I'm not going to get upset with you, ok? So don't be so apologetic. Sometimes you scare me when you get into one of your fits."
Dotty looked at Draco as if she was granted every wish her little heart desired. "You are happy with Dotty's services?"
"Yes, that's what I'm saying," said Draco. Dotty flashed him a wide and toothy smile. Draco heard small footsteps, looked at his bedroom door and then looked back at Dotty, who was looking at the high ceiling of Draco's bedroom. Draco looked back to the door and saw another house elf, which was walking quickly towards Dotty.
"Dotty! Dippy finds you!" said the house elf loudly. "Good morning, Young Master! Dotty, Master Malfoy wants to see you!"
Dotty looked at the little house elf nervously. "What is it that he wants, Dippy?"
"Dippy doesn't know. Why not ask Master yourself?" Dippy said. Draco was watching the two house elves. After a while, Draco stopped paying attention to the house elves' conversation. When Draco snapped out of his trance, he looked around his room and the house elves were gone.
"They must've left when I wasn't paying attention. Whatever," Draco thought. He got up and looked at his clock on the wall. It was nine. He had two hours before having to meet his father. Every day during the summer holiday since the first Hogwarts letter telling Draco which materials were required for his first year attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he and his father had met at the same time in the same place. It was always eleven in the morning in the secret room behind the statue of the one-eyed woman holding a stony cane over her head. This room was a secret to the house elves and even Draco's mother, Narcissa. But then again, Draco's father always kept secrets from them, and that, too, is a secret.
Draco turned from the clock and decided to shower. He finished his shower quickly, as he normally did, and then dressed himself in a pair of dark grey slacks, a black t-shirt and a black sweater. Other colors were not part of his wardrobe and when he did wear other colors, the colors were dark green and silver, but that was strictly during Quidditch matches only.

Draco walked over to one of his bedroom windows and looked into the garden below. He began to think about how he longed to be back at Hogwarts again. Draco was returning to Hogwarts for his seventh year. He wanted to enjoy his free hours wandering around the many dark corridors of the dungeons while thinking of possible ways to insult Harry and his friends again. He wanted to have fun playing wizard chess in the Slytherin common room with his friends.

"What am I talking about? I don't have friends, except those crazy Voldemort freaks, but they don't really count. I can't trust them, especially since Lucius is their parents' acquaintances," he thought. "That means that they're probably Death Eaters."

He opened the window, sat on the sill, leaned against the wall, and enjoyed the light breeze that blew through his window. He then started to doze off. A while later, Draco heard a scream and snapped out of his blissful stupor. He ran out of his room and down the stairs. He turned the corner on the platform of the stairs and saw Dotty and Dippy hastily picking up many pieces of broken teacups and saucers from the floor.

"We's gots to hurries, Dotty! Master or Mistress or Young Master Malfoy or Young Mistress will see what we've done!" the little house elf whispered frantically. As Draco watched the two house elves scurry around the messy marble tile floor, he quietly lurked out of his shadowy hiding place.

"What happened?" he asked calmly. The two house elves froze. Draco saw the house elves' terrified looks on their faces as they looked at each other wide-eyed with their mouths open as if they were silently screaming. Draco watched them as they slowly turned around and looked at him. Their eyes opened even wider and then they actually did scream, all the way down the remainder of the hallway and through the door leading to the garden. Draco watched them run away. He was unsure about why they ran, that is, until he saw a very pale hand near his shoulder out the corner of his eye.

Draco spun around and jumped away from the hand's owner. The hand vanished into the dark shadows. He squinted in search of the house elves' ghastly phantasm. Draco was sure that there was nobody following him. He saw something move again to his right. He backed up and missed the step behind him, causing him to fall down the rest of the staircase. Draco landed on the floor hard. He groaned as he curled into a ball and grabbed his stomach, which is what hit the glass-covered floor first. Draco heard the voice of what sounded like a little girl giggling on the staircase. Draco cursed and attempted to stand up without showing any signs of his pain.

"Damn it, Beatrix! I should have known it was you!" yelled Draco, who ended up using the wall to support himself.

"Good morning, my dear brother! Have a nice tumble, did we?" said Beatrix with a smirk on her pale face. She stood halfway in the shadows with her arms crossed and her weight shifted to one side. This girl was tall and thin with long and slender legs and long blonde hair, which was blowing in the wind. "Looks like I scared the shit out of those clumsy ass house elves! Whoopsies!" she said sarcastically. Beatrix started laughing.

"You shouldn't do that, Beatrix. It's not right. They'd do anything for you but what would you do for them? No—"

"Close the door behind them since they were too busy running from the mighty Beatrix, that's what." Beatrix interrupted as she walked to the door and closed it. She turned around. "Ouch! What the hell did you do that for, Draco?"

"I did that for scaring off my friends. I don't do that when Pansy comes over here," said Draco after bewitching an empty picture frame and making it fall on Beatrix's head. Beatrix was rubbing her head with both hands and Draco was leaning comfortably against the wall looking out the window. They both froze when they heard another voice from the shadows on the staircase, a much more masculine voice.

A/N: Hi hi! I hope you liked it so far! If all of you are wondering, I made Draco nicer for a reason! Why? You'll see! Please give me suggestions and please review! See ya next chapter!