A/N: So I was talking about how much I love Draco Malfoy because Tom Felton is so hot and about how I want a cane like Luscious Malfoy's when I realized how hysterical and sick and twisted of a story I could make with those two thoughts mushing together in my head…I know, I'm bad…Don't read this if you can't understand this is FICTION and totally warped…I'm so sick and twisted that it's actually disgusting.
Now I have a secret that is very well kept. No one knows the truth of what goes on in my house. I am to inherit lots of money and property and blarney like that. I don't want it. I know who owned it before me, and I hate him. He doesn't know how much I hate him and what he does, but I do. He is purely evil. I wish him death.
Keep in mind if you will that he never touched me. I can be thankful that he never wanted to touch his own flesh and blood, but I witnessed a lot of what he did. My father, Luscious Malfoy, is a pedophile. Surprising? Not if you knew what I know. He is a sick man. He should never have existed. The worst part is that I know who he wants next. I'm not sure what I should do, considering he has been my enemy ever since we met that first time on the train. That arrogant, muggle loving, scrawny git. I hate him, but do I hate him more than my father? Do I really want to allow him to go through that? Even if I could warn him, would he take my warning seriously? I'm pretty sure he doesn't even want my help anyway. He can't stand me either. He's made that very obvious.
Ew, gross thought, right? I know it's short, but I will have longer chapters. This is just a starting point…ah, yes, the beginning…