…this chappie isn't the best, but I've gotten really into the existing chapters and this one just seems to bring the story down to the pits of hell…but the rest is so much better (not bragging)..please read and review

…and since it's Christmas break *finally!!* I'm gonna do a lot of holiday boredom writing cause my families here, so I'll be away from them as much as possible…

Quin owns nothing but her computer and her brain

" Never again Draco!!!!" Lucious yelled right into Draco's quivering body. Lucious had thrown the boy onto the hard, cobblestone driveway. Draco could not look at his father, to meet his furious gaze, he only stared at the icy ground below him, out of breath from being knocked down with far too much force.

Lucious mercilessly picked Draco up by his previously greased up hair that had worked hours on to achieve, ruining it instantly. He held Draco viciously close to his face to establish the threat of his power over him.

" You will never- and I mean never talk to me like that again!," Lucious hissed into his ear, " do understand me boy!?" he grasped Draco's hair even tighter until it pulled at his very skull and vigorously shook it until a loud whimper escaped Draco's clenched throat, held so tight to hold back his tears.

He couldn't cry in front of his dad, not for anything, even if it killed him. He would never show his dad a single drop.

Draco's chest violently heaved against his father's sharp knee, as Lucious held him there, time so slow to count, from Draco's perspective. Lucious shook with anger, playing with Draco's disrespectful words over and over in his mind until they rekindled the fire already raging within Lucious.

" Damn it Draco," Were the words he spoke almost talking to himself. He kneed his own son in the chest, throwing Draco's head so hard it knocked him to the ground once more. Draco propped himself onto one bruised elbow, clutching the place Lucious had hit him.

He coughed until he finally threw up onto the drive, easing little of the pain he was suffering from.

Lucious recomposed himself, brushed of his robe, not even looking at his son, simply muttering, " Get up now boy."

Draco pleadingly looked up at the man that showed no interest in his condition. Draco wiped his sleeve to his mouth, clearing the sick from his face. Weak, he used every part of himself to stand up before Lucious would kick him again, like he often would if Draco didn't carry out orders soon enough.

Draco couldn't help but hunch, with a constant pain in his back. " Stand up straight boy, only pussys hunch." Lucious demanded, his eyes locked on the approaching luxury carriage in the near distance.

With a soft groan, Draco straightened his back, one painful vertebrae at a time until he stood as upright as Lucious.

The carriage at last pulled up, it swerved in order to avoid the mess on the ground, which Lucious ignored as he pushed Draco through it towards the carriage.

" Morning Mr. Malfoy, taking young Draco to Hogwarts are we?" the carriage driver friendly, yet very boldly asked Lucious. Taking his time urging his son into the carriage with an iron palm to Draco's back, he finally turned to the man.

"No…you are though." Lucious said as if the driver were to already have known it. Lucious loudly slammed the door closely behind Draco's foot as he climbed into the carriage. The driver showed contorted his face until it seemed he was confused.

" But…er…Mr. Malfoy, with all do respect, Young Draco is coming into his 6th year, and if I'm not mistaken there is a parents meeting that you are encouraged to attend with your child."

The driver turned to Lucious, now nervously darting his eyes around, looking for something to look at other then the powerful man.

Lucious looked as though he gave no thought to the comment, he just stood there, rhythmically breathing like he always did, chin held arrogantly high.

" Draco will be fine, he knows my time is far too valuable to waste." Lucious calmly uttered, turning away sharply, making his way back to the mansion. " Be off now," he ordered with a final flick of his wrist.

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" Heeya," The driver yelled with the crack of his whip. A quick jolt thrust Draco forward, and not having time to brace himself, threw him back against the seat.

" Ahh fuck," Draco blurted rather loudly, clenching his teeth through the siring pain that shot trough his back. The driver grunted with a disapproval of Draco's word choice.

Draco reached under the seat and felt around until he pulled a soft pillow.

He carefully laid it vertically against one of the carriage's walls. With sighs of pain and slow, creaky movements, Draco turned himself so his back fell into the pillow.

"Ohh…that's good," a rather blissful tone came into his voice, as he adjusted himself until he was positioned perfectly. He wrapped his hands tightly to his thighs and with more noises of discomfort, managed to pull his legs up to rest on the carriage's foamy cushion.

A final sigh was the last thing that was heard from Draco as he slowly fell into an on-and-off sleep caused by the jolts of the carriage. Draco would occasionally listen in on the drivers conversation with himself, keeping his own eyes closed.

The driver's voice kept the himself company as he drove through the empty night.

" We are here young Draco," the driver's voice chanted several times until Draco finally realized that he was talking to him. The tired boy slowly slitted his eyes, only to shut them again from the strong lights the castle set off.

"Young Sir, you must go, I'm afraid we have arrived a bit late due to the muddy roads." He reached a gentle hand out to stir Draco, though Draco's eyes were not completely shut, he saw the hand.

" Don't fucking touch me you grimy git," Draco hissed, catching the driver's wrist in the binding hold of his quick hand, throwing it back at the man as if it were garbage. His eyes now opened, Draco made a groggy attempt to step out of the carriage. With his back stiff and extremely sore, he finally emerged.

Though, Draco almost fell out of the carriage, only to catch himself on the driver, tearing his clothes in the process.

The driver inspected the hole in his clothes and pitifully looked at Draco, who was more interested in making himself look respectable again.

Brushing off his robes, and flattening his hair, Draco glided up to the castle, leaving the driver without another word.

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I'll make this chapter better later, just read the next one it's loads better I promise!

…please review!!

---Quin and Frodo (doesn't rhyme, but hey, it works just fine for me…hehe)