Draco's Delemia

My parents were nice people. Well my mom was in any case. They usually gave me everything I wanted. Mom would always take time out to praise me. Dad just needed someone to give to the dark lord.

Who's dead now. Did I forget to mention that? Sorry. Perfect Potter killed him last year.

In any case, I use past tense to talk about my parents because they are dead. Dad killed himself in Azkaban, being the fucking wimp he is. Mom was killed trying to protect me.

I took great pleasure killing the fucker that did that.

Life isn't as bad as you'd imagine. I have the entire manor to myself. I have loads of loyal house elves. Potter isn't happy. And I'm lonesome.

Ok so that isn't a plus, but it's fixable. Especially since my psychotic, 'I-will-never-die' grandfather seems to think I need to reevaluate my life.

Grandad is dead. Yet he still continues to haunt me. Righ about that, not crazy, he's just a ghost.

Grandad has vast sums of money and has promised me them, under one condition. Here let's go back to our conversation last night.

"Hello, illegitiment grandson." (He always calls me that)

"Hello, old dead creep that scares everyone away."

Aren't we cordial?

Don't answer that.

"I have a proposal for you, little boy."

Little? Who the fuck was he calling little? I was eighteen! But yelling at ghosts is like nailing jelly to a tree, you get agrevated over nothing.

"Really what is that, you senile old man?"

See? Told you we were polite.

"As you know I was in possession of quite a bit of money at my death."

Quite a bit? He had over six billion galleons tucked away!

"Now I am willing to give you, my only relative, this money."

I was sensing a but.

"But..."

I hate being right.

"You have to prove you're worthy."

The fuck did that mean?

He seemed to have read my thoughts. "You must do something that aids mankind."

I could kill that smug Potter. That would aid mankind.

"No killing."

Fuck but I hate this man. I started toward the exit from the room and he called out to me.

"And clean up your language."

I really hate him.

So that's how I came to look through the paper this morning and found the perfect answer. Counseling!

I could do that. Just listen to the stupid brats whine. pay was abismal, but like I needed it. In any case, I called and they promised to send me information. Apparently I have to take some course, But I can bullshit it.

(A/N: I 'm sorry! I keep leaving off on my other stories to start new ones. I promise to work on some tonight! I just wanted to get this up before I lost the idea. So what do you guys think? Should I keep it? Or trash it? Let me know!)