The other side of the fence
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except maybe the butler and chauffer.
This is my first story, and I'm not quite sure how it will turn out. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.
"God, How I hate those stupid Gryffendors!" Draco Malfoy was blowing off steam in the back of his father's Lincoln limo. His chauffeur had went looking for him when he didn't show up and discovered him and his cronies on the floor of the Hogworts train out cold. " If they think they could get away with knocking around Draco Malfoy, they got another thing coming! Father will have them thrown out of there faster than you can say Mudblood!" Draco's usual sleek, blonde hair was now ruffled and misplaced, and his cold, gray eyes were now glowering with intense anger and hatred. His rambling went on for quite some time until he finally fell asleep.
He didn't wake up until he was forcibly shaken by one of the house butler's that came to greet him. "wake up master Malfoy, your home. " Draco slowly opened his eyes and stepped out the car. The Malfoys lived in a spacious Manor that was the envy of all respectable wizards and socialites throughout Britain. It was smaller than Hogworts, but it was still big enough for 100 to stay, with room enough to spare. Draco walked up the front steps and was greeted by another butler at the front doors "Welcome home master Malfoy, " he said in a monotone voice. " Your mother is upstairs preparing for a party, and your father is out on important Ministry business, but he should be back in a few days" Death Eater business is more like it , Draco thought, grinning to himself. "Why Don't you go upstairs and get ready for dinner? It should be ready in an hour."
He lead his young master into the massive ballroom and watch him proceed up the grand staircase. Draco reached the second floor and went inside the first room on the right. It was a large room about the average size of a living room. The canopy bed in the center of the room was huge enough for five people to lie comfort, and was covered in hunter green bed spreads made of silk with matching comforters laced in velvet. The enormous oval shaped windows were stained glassed in different shades of green and were covered with black, dusty drapes. " just like I left it," he sighed as he attempted to take off his shoes and robes as he headed for his bathroom. After a nice, hot, 20 minute shower, Draco forced himself out and changed into a black pair of dinner robes. He gave himself a quick look in the mirror and headed down for dinner. He had just reached the bottom of the grand steps when he heard a familiar voice call behind him. "Draco dear, I had no idea you were home. How was term?" "Oh fine," was all he could say before his mother glided down the steps and pushed right passed him.
She was wearing a very expensive black evening grown that showed off her size one figure, and a matching diamond studded collar. Her long nails were painted a gloomy black and her face wore an expression of extreme annoyance, and she had an attitude to match. "How I do wish I could stay and chat, but I have a very important gathering to attend, and I'm terribly late. Frank, the door." with a flick of her wrist and a flow of golden hair fanning behind her, she disappeared out the door. She left her son, just standing there, with a look of confusion on his face.
Finally, he spoke. "Well, it looks like dinner for one tonight," he muttered as he trudged passed the Guest dinning hall to the family dining hall, which was used when there were no visitors. He was used to being alone about 85% of the time. It really didn't bother him now, because he had grown used to it. There was always some important 'meeting' or 'social gathering' his parents had to attend that prevented him from ever seeing them. Draco reached the table and seemed unimpressed with the enormous feast that was made just for him. He ate indifferent to his surroundings, trying not to remember all the bad stuff that happened to him this term, and concentrated on what would happen in the future with the rise of the Dark Lord, his father's master, his future master. After he had his fill of turkey, butter rolls, éclairs, and other delicious delights, he dragged himself upstairs to hi room where he collapsed on his bed, and fell into a dreamless slumber .
My note: this is the first part of the story, and I know it was kind of boring, but it's supposed to be that way. The second part should be up either later today (like at 10:00 pm est. time) or earlier tomorrow ( 8:00 est.) but it will be up soon. If the title doesn't make sense now, it will in the next few chapters. I sort of had a dream, and the concept came to me , and trust me it may not seem like it now, but this story is way different than others about Draco.So I hoped you enjoyed reading it and even if you didn't, thanks anyway.