DISCLAIMER: This is purely fanmade and for fun. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and any other canon characters from Harry Potter are not my own creation; they belong to JK Rowling and company. The world of Harry Potter is also not my creation, but the tweaks that I have made in it and this story are my creation. And so, I hope that you enjoy it. :)

A False Identity

-Prologue-

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

The boys sat in a group together, toy wands, broomsticks, and magical knick-knacks sprawled across their laps and on the ground around them. One brown haired boy looked up at the other group of almost six-year-olds, his eyes curious. One of his hands was still on his model dragon, stroking its scaly back. It opened its mouth wide and breathed a small burst of orange light into the air, mimicking fire.

Another boy looked up, the tallest one there by two inches and a half. His name was Alex Lonfrei, the son of an affluent, but foreign, wizard couple. "I know what I'm going to be," Alex said. He raised a toy broomstick in his hand and paused for dramatic effect. "A quidditch player!"

The white-blond head of another boy snapped up, as his grey eyes narrowed. Draco Malfoy gave Alex a cold look. "No you're not."

Alex turned towards him, lowering his arm. The other boys raised their heads and turned towards Draco as well, sensing tension rise into the air. It wasn't uncommon in that circle of the well-bred pureblooded sons, but it was always exciting to see a feud spark to life. They looked on intently.

"Yuh huh," Alex countered.

"Nuh uh."

"Why not?"

"Because you can't. I'm going to be one."

Draco stood up after his statement, a toy wand in his hands.

Alex glared at him. "So? I'm going to be a better one than you."

"Oh really?" Draco sneered. He crossed the space between them, threateningly advancing with his wand forward. When he reached the boy, he stayed in position, his wand pointed at Alex's belly, as the two boys stared each other down. Then, Draco threw his wand to the ground and grabbed the toy broomstick in Alex's hands, yanking on it. Alex held on to his grip and yanked back.

They played tug of war with the broomstick for a moment, each trying to pull it from the other's hands. Draco gave a hard tug, and the two boys toppled over, Draco falling to the ground first, and Alex falling on top of him, sprawled flat over the other boy's chest.

Draco pushed him off, and then rolled over on top of him, holding his shoulders in place on the ground. Alex squirmed, but despite having more height, he was weaker in strength. Draco held him down firmly.

Draco smirked, "You look pretty when you're down."

Alex stuck out his tongue at him. "Shut up. Bloody cur."

Draco hit him across the shoulders, and then leaned down and pressed his lips hard against Alex's, giving him a tight-lipped kiss. Alex's eyes widened, then squeezed shut as if blocking out the action. The boys around them groaned.

"Ewwww…….kissing…"

Draco took his lips from Alex's, and then lifted up his head, smirking once again.

Then, the blond-haired boy was suddenly jerked up by the neck. As his collar squeezed into his windpipe, he was set on his feet. The hand let go of his neck, and Draco looked up, sucking in a few short breaths.

A slap stung across his face.

His eyes burned, as he made out the watery image of his father. The man's grey eyes were brimming with anger, his long blond hair blowing in the slight wind of the day.

Lucius Malfoy grabbed his son's shoulders, shaking him hard. "Don't ever do that again, do you understand me, Draco?"

Draco didn't speak, his eyes still continuing to water. Lucius scowled, shaking him again. "Don't ever do it again. Do you understand?"

Draco pressed his lips together. "Why? I…"

A slap stung his face again, turning it even redder than it already had become. It burned twice as bad now.

Lucius gripped the boy's shoulders tightly. "Boys don't kiss boys. That's why."

He grabbed Draco's hand, yanking him forward. Draco stumbled as he was pulled into motion.

"Come on," Lucius said, turning away from the group of boys and starting to walk towards the trees, concealing the area where Narcissa Malfoy was currently conversing with the other adults. "We're going back to the mansion."

Draco stumbled along behind Lucius' bold strides as he was pulled away.

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A/N: I know this prologue is rather short. I wrote it forever ago, spur of the moment, when I first wanted to start this fic. The first chapter is much better written and it's much longer, I promise. It should be up in a few days, once my beta gets finished with it. R&R appreciated. ^.^

-Paz