Chapter One:
Draco Malfoy settled down on an empty seat in the Hogwarts Express. The two dumbbells, his so-called bodyguards, were supposed to arrive by now. But the way he knew them, they probably got lost in the train...and maybe stumbled upon a few suspecting enemies. He sighed, he might as well do something to keep himself from being bored. Draco started going through his stuff to find something to keep him occupied. But alas, he could not find anything, it seemed that he kept everything very boring. Draco stared out through the window, watching the moving scenery. It was a drowsy day, rain that flowed everywhere, pattering on the windows. It's the kind of weather that perfectly fits Draco's mood.
Over the past summer, Draco had seemed to change, a lot. He went from being a Malfoy to just simply Draco. His house suddenly became always been empty. Ever since Voldemort rose up again, his father has been away on missions to murder the Muggles and find a plan to kill that Four-eye. 'What was so special about this boy, besides the fact that he was the boy who lived?' he thought. Is that maybe he has powers that maybe old Voldie would want? Perhaps the Potty is actually a Seer, it just seemed possible for the fact that he overheard him telling his friends about the "futuristic" dreams he had.
While Draco was deep into his thoughts, the door to the almost empty car suddenly opened. He was broken off his trance and snapped his head towards the door, thinking that it was those two jumbo dumbos. Instead, it was a girl he knew by face but not by name. She had a long black hair that was braided and tied with a red scrunchie. She was dressed in normal denim jeans and a shirt with some sort of design. She had like a milk chocolate skin, but from what Draco could see, for sure she was not an African-American. Her face screwed in a slight disgust once she found out who was sitting in the empty compartment, but all the others were filled so it couldn't hurt to try to socialize with the screwball.
"Can I sit here? All the other compartments are filled." She asked, a bit hesitantly
"Um, yeah sure, its fine" He replied in a monotone voice, showing no expression
She was a bit surprised. From what she heard, he was a snide boy who didn't give a damn about anybody. She soon recovered and sat opposite from him next to the window. She studied him a bit. He was so ghostly pale, and the black robes just made him look like milk. He was an okay looking guy, he would look cute if he had some color on his face. She was sure that compared to him, she must look like real dark.
'Wow' she thought ' This has to be the most boring thing I had to do in my whole lifetime'. She stared out the scenery and just thought about the years that's about to come.
Meanwhile Draco took this time to study her a bit. She was pretty, a nice shade of brown and shiny black hair that just cascaded down her back. He was dying to hear her name or the house she belonged to.
"What's your name?" Draco asked
"Oh, Padma Patil" she replied.
"What house?"
"Ravenclaw" She answered this with a lot of pride in her voice.
Draco just nodded and looked back through the window. There was nothing interesting there.
This continued for a while. Both of them not saying a word, but occasionally taking a glance at each other. The train was about to arrive to their destination, so Padma stood up to go change her robes. When she was gone, Draco took the opportunity to change into his. He was only just putting on his uniform shirt when the door opened once again to reveal Padma. She gasped at the sight. His pale back was covered in painful looking scars and lashes.
"Do you mind?" He asked
She shook her head slowly and waited outside until he was done. When she entered, she looked at him as if expecting him to say anything. He simply looked at her and said
"Do I a favor? Don't tell a single person about this ok?"
She nodded and Draco went back looking out the window. Padma, however, couldn't get her mind off what she saw. Who gave him those scars? Who would be so cruel to torture him like that and leave him in agony? She knew that this was Malfoy, but still, even he didn't deserve this. She took one final look at him and joined him at watching the passing scenery.
The train stopped abruptly in front of the huge lake. The ports were bordered with floating ferries, ready to take the students aboard. Some first years, Draco observed, appear to be fascinated with the castle and boats and all, while the others look scared for their lives. The students made it slowly to the boats, careful not to tilt the boat over. The huge giant, Hagrid, was gently helping the ones in trouble. The Three Musketeers, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, was chatting happily. At the sight of them, Draco felt a twang of jealousy. Why couldn't he have real friends that understood him like the ways those three do? Quickly, he erased the feeling. It was too sickening to think that he would be jealous of Potty, who, to Draco, is just a nobody. It was obvious that people only liked him because he was the hero.
Draco was last in line to board on the ferry. He didn't appear to care though, he was last in almost everything. Even he has to admit, the whole school hates him. Everyone thought that he was the son of a Deatheater, and that he would turn out that way too. As he came on the boat, he noticed that almost all the seats were filled. When he spotted one seat, it was next to Potty and the rest of the dreamteam. Draco soon withdrew back, and just decided to just stand. But the ride was so slow and long, he was beginning to get real tired of this. Padma, who was observing him, soon waved her hands so she would get spotted by him. Draco saw her and with a bit of hesitance, made his way to the empty seat next to her.
"Thought you would be sitting with your sister?" Drcao asked.
" You know I have a sister? You didn't even know who I was, but you knew who my sister was?" Padma exclaimed a bit annoyed.
"Could you calm down. Besides Parvati looks a bit different than you, so I couldn't place my finger on who it was when you came in... does that make sense?"
"Yeah I guess...how is she and I diffent? We ARE identical twins." she looked at him, extremely curious.
"Um, well, if you compare your chin with hers, you can easily see that while hers is pointed, your is rounded. Also because you have a birthmark on the left of your eye, when she doesn't have any at all."
"How do you notice these stuff? I thought you hardly even look at us, considering the fact that you hardly know us."
"I tend to look at people closely, it's a habit…so, you didn't answer my question."
" What question?"
"How come you are not sitting with your sister?"
"Because of the fact that all she ever really talks about is who's hot and who's not. She never really talks about the wordly matters, something that is worth talking about, you know what I mean?"
" Sure..." he replied, looking at everyone around him. They seemed to look at the conversing couple suspiciously and tell one another their opinion or rumor about them.
" Hey do you care that I might be seen with you? I mean I don't have the perfect reputation".
Padma looked around. Her dark, exotic eyes narrowing a bit.
" These people don't have anything else to think about but to make up some stupid false rumors. I never really pay attention to them…oh, we've reached the school. We need to get off." Padma said a bit loudly. As soon as she got up, she looked over to him and said...
"You know...you're not so bad, but if you keep up with that badass reputation of yours, it's not going to change...but its not like you care, right Malfoy?" She turned away and got off the boat.
Draco winced at being called Malfoy. He was getting used to be called by his birth name. It still hurt to think that people still hated him so much to still call him by his last name. Recovering slowly, he got off the boat, alone, and with no one...sounded like the story of his life.
Draco woke up from a totally weird dream. It kind of creeped him out a little.
He is in an empty room which suddenly turns below 0 freezing point, yet he remains still, as if not affected by this. Draco, in the dream, starts walking towards a long corridor, somehow knowing where to go. After what seems like days walking, he finally enters a dark room, lit only by the raging fire in the middle.
A circle of people with masks are surrounding the fire. One of them turns to Draco and in a voice so cold, it could be ice, said
"So you have finally decided to join us, you pathetic excuse of a boy?"
Draco looked at his sneering father with a blank expression and suddenly a snake was called out with a hiss. The snake slid in front of him, changed its form into a rather pretty muggle girl and whispered " Save me...please!" She tranforms into some kind of misty smoke and blows away. Draco looks at the spot that she disappeared from. He took out his wand and pointed it at one particular person, but he couldn't see who it was. He didn't care anyway. " Adava Kedavra" he said in barely a whisper. Green light blinds him, screams filled the air. Draco blacks out.
He wakes up, writhing in cold sweat and ragged breathing. He wondered what that dream meant. He was pretty sure that was the initiation, but where was the Dark Lord? And what was up with that muggle girl, and why did she change into some kind of ghostly apparition and blow away? He shook his head as if trying to shake off his dream.
He looked at the beds across from him to make sure the so-called body guards are still sleeping. When he was sure they were, he slipped out the Slytherin entrance. He had forgotten to take his slippers, which would be so warm compared to this stone cold floor. However, he didn't care. He kept walking, not really knowing where to go.
A few minutes later, Draco found himself in front of the garden in the middle of the school. He sat down on the bench near the fairy flowers. The fairies, who were awaken by him, angrily hovered around his face and cursed in fairy language. Draco was so oblivious to all this. He seemed deep in thought. There were so much things going on in his life. For one thing, his initiation to be a deatheater was coming up. He would rather go smooch Pottyhead than to be the butt-kissing follower of the Dark Lord. Another thing was that he was so desperately lonely. He knew he had no real friends, and that just pissed him off. One girl that came to his mind when he thought about friend. ' Padma' She acted as is he was normal, not the son of an deatheater. That made him feel a bit happy. If she could continue this, who knows, maybe she will be able to finally draw a rare smile out of his face.
He sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes. It's never going to happen. She belongs in Ravenclaw and has probably forgotten about him already, her thinking deep about the worldly matters.
'Might as well go to sleep' he thought. He drudgingly got up and headed for the Slythrin dungeons.
In a dorm on the other side of the castle, a certain girl lay in bed thinking about the life of Draco Malfoy.
Author's Notes: So how is it? Review PLEASE!