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I am the son of the infamous Draco Malfoy, but please, don't think bad about either him or me. We're not bad people. I know, we were the servants of the disgusting, no nosed Voldemort. We were CONTROLLED. It wasn't our fault. I'm getting off track, so let me start again. My name is Scorpious Malfoy, and this here, is my story in Hogwarts. Ha ha...stupid cheesy beginning. But, eh, no matter. It all started on a rainy Sunday afternoon in the Malfoy estate. I was "playing" with my neighbor, a 9-year old boy by the name of Aesop. He claims to be related to the idiot of a philosopher so I just whispered "Wingardio Leviosa..." and he flew 2 feet in the air. Not my fault he's such an airhead. Aesop began screaming and crying and, sorry, I was rather enjoying myself when suddenly a redhead burst into the quarters. "Why do you have him dangling from the ceiling fan?!" I was shocked. Why would anyone dare challenge the almighty Malfoy family?
I stood and glared at her, "You must be a Weasley. No good, those sorts of people."
"Ha! You're acting JUST like my father said so. I'm Rose, for your information, and yes, I AM a Weasley. If you got a problem with it, tell it to my dad." she scoffed.
"Rose, huh? I'm Scorpious, a well brought up, dignified Malfoy. You seem like a pest," I sneered. "Bothered anyone lately?"
Rose chuckled, "No. I just bottled it up to come and say hi."
She flicked her wrist and Aesop fell from the ceiling, "Bye!" I watched as she dragged that dope out of the room. I stood frigid for a while, long after she slammed our iron door. I think I'm in love.
Father called me in to his office today. I think he's mad about what happened earlier. He began muttering about honor and all that pesky stuff.
"You're going to Hogwarts," he abruptly said.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, "That's where all the NERDS go."
He slammed his hand on his desk, "Quiet! It's also the perfect place for revenge. That Weasley has gone too far. Sending his daughter here...and he's the Minister of Magic!"
"But-" I whined.
"Enough!" he roared. "You will go there and destroy Rose. Crush her. Make her life miserable, as I did to Potter, and then, we will see which name is king!"
I know. It absolutely SUCKS to have a dad with too much pride. But I'm okay with that. I'm not okay that I have to eliminate my crush. Now that's tough.
So here I am. I have a cart filled with stuff.
"Scorpious son, I want you to do me a favor before you go to Hogwarts," he said.
"What?" I asked scornfully. What ever it is, it's probably better then going to there..
"Run through that wall, with all you stuff," he calmly replied.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?! I might break my skull and then I can't beat Albus in Quidittch!" I yelled.
"No, I'm rather sane, thank you," he coughed. "Just run thought that wall."
"NO!"
"Listen to your father!"
"NEVE-"
I never got to finish that word. The red head from before crashes into me, saying, "Whoops, sorry," with a voice filled with soaking sarcasm, and I ran into the wall. Suprisingly, I felt no pain.
DRACO POV
The Weasley looked proud of her work.
She spun around and spoke, "You must be Draco."
I smirked, "And you must be a Weasley."
"May I say one thing, Draco sir," she smiled gently, "Your son is one heck of a hot guy."
She ran through the wall, and I stood, shocked. I ran through the events that just happened and started laughing. That Weasley will do that scorpion a lot of good. I sighed and began walking away. Maybe I won't kill her just yet...maybe...
Sorry for the short chapter! It's my first work, and it's plenty bad. So hey! If you feel like leaving a review, please do so! I might continue it!