Author's note: Well, it has been a long while since I have written anything. Just recently, however, I got into fanfiction again and started reading some Harry Potter fics. Not finding 100% what it is that I was looking for, I decided to start writing something myself.
So yeah, back from the dead ya'all!

I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters

This will be a Draco abuse story but no slash. I'm actually going to try and leave any kind of romance out.

Chapter one: Parents on the schoolground

Hogwarts was completely abuzz. If one looked inside the great hall, one would find children of many ages shouting louder than normal. Even the teachers sitting at the front were engaged in loud conversation supported by big motions of their hands. Dumbledore had a cheeky glint in his eyes. Eyes that darted across the hall, inspecting every house thorougly. Even Snape seemed somewhat fidgety. As to why this day was so special? Today parents were invited to come to Hogwarts and experience firsthand how their children were doing. That made some nervous, others estatic and a small minority was bummed out at the idea alone.

Take Neville for example. Sure, his grandmother would gladly come, but seeing everyone else with their parents would surely sting. There was also the matter of the boy who lived and whose parents didn't. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would never dare show their faces at Hogwarts. And if he was being honest, Harry didn't want to see them here either. Curiously it seemed that a certain blonde with icy, silver eyes was also not thrilled at the prospect of his parents showing up but this went unnoticed seeing how everyone else was too exited tot hink of anyone but themselves right now.

Hermione was very eager to show her muggle parents just how amazing the wizarding world was. Ron would have to share his parents' attention with his other siblings attending school but he didn't seem to mind as much. As for Harry, he was just happy that the Quidditch finale was planned today. At least he would have something to do.

After breakfast was eaten and leftovers were sweeped clean by house elves, everyone's parents and guardians were starting to arrive. As expected, no one appeard for Harry Potter per se, but Molly Weasley was just as motherly towards him as she was towards her own children. This did make him feel better. For some children, only one of the parents showed up, possibly because of work or other business. For example, as for Malfoy, only his father, Lucius arrived, sneering at every mudblood or muggle he was forced to lay his eyes on.

The day was planned as such that the parents would not be bored, attending classes they themselves had undergone a long time ago. No, it would be a show of skill and talent. There would be contests and even the grand finale of the Quidditch tournament between Slytherin and of course Gryffindor.
The first thing the parents were brought up to speed with, was the house cup and the points that could be gained or lost. Gryffindor was in the lead of course. While Harry was rocking back and forth uncomfortably on his feet, surrounded by happy families, he saw out of the corner of his eye, that Lucius Malfoy shot a dissaproving glare at his son, who in turn did his best not to meet his fathers gaze. Harry felt a small smile tug at his lips. Slytherin would not win the house cup this year either. Harry would make sure of that. Too bad for poor little Malfoy if his father wasn't happy about that.

Next up, all students would have to show off a spell they learned that year. It was dependent on the year they were in. As for the people in Harry's year, they would have to show the patronus spell. Lucky for Harry, he had learned and even taught the patronus spell before so he was practically a master at this thing. When he showed off his patronus to the adoring crowd, they all oooohd and aaaaaahd at the magnificent stag prancing before everyone's eyes. The golden boy showed great talent indeed. Many of the Gryffindors were able to produce picture perfect Patronusses but when it was time for Malfoy to show his, his technique and elegance left even Hermione Granger in the dust.

His casting of the spell was flawless, and the beautiful animal that sprung forth from the tip of his wand was not as Harry would have envisioned a snake, or rat or whatnot, but a swan, shining brighter than any other patronus shown that day. Harry heard Ron and even Hermione grumble in protest and sighed to himself, contemplating the obvious defeat but when glancing over at the blonds father, he saw nothing but shock and disgust. What an odd reaction. Perhaps he was unhappy with that much light and glee, and would have preferred a darker kind of spell? Who knows what went through the foul gits mind. Harry did see how Malfoy shot a nervous glance at his father before embracing the cold, hard exterior that was his normal self again. Ron elbowed him in his side.
"Blimey Harry, he must've cheated casting the patronus charm! No way a swan would come out of Malfoy's wand." Harry grinned but said nothing.

A few classes went by as normal, giving the muggle parents something to look at but right before the game that would be held in the evening for scheduling purposes, students would be duelling each other, being paired up according to their skills. It would be like a tournament where at the end, the best two students would have a big showdown.

Ron managed to win his first match against Neville, but lost just barely afterwards at the hands of Crabbe. Hermione was able to defeat Zabini with ease and fought her way to the top, until she was defeated quickly by none other than Draco Malfoy who sneered as he leaned over her. She quikly climbed to her feet, glared at Draco, and turned on her heels, her hair swishing behind her. As she passed Harry, she whispered to him "Get him for me" after which he have her a quick nod.
How did it always end up like this? Harry and Draco. Potter and Malfoy. They would always end up on either side of the dueling stage. As for the crowd eyeing the two, they had already formed two camps. A large camp rooting for Harry Potter, the chosen one and a hero in the wizarding world, and a smaller camp, consisting mostly of Slytherin parents and children, rooting for the boy in black and green. Harry felt a bit proud and triumphant seeing the people on his side, but also felt a bit sad for Malfoy. The sadness went away when the boy opened his mouth though.
"Too bad about your mudblood friend, Potter" Malfoy spat. "You're next."

His father nodded approvingly and both teenagers drew their wands. They followed the neccesary courtesy first, when soon after a barrage of spells and deflections were thrown at one another. Malfoy seemed even more eager to win this time, eager to please his father no doubt, and Harry might have given Malfoy the victory, had he not been such a prick about his friend just moments before. No, Harry would show him not to mess with him. He took a step forwards and shouted "Expelliarmus!" just as Malfoy cast his own spell. But Harry was faster and Malfoy's wand flew out of his hand and was lost in the crowd behind him. Panick seemed to flood Malfoy's eyes for a second and when he looked at Harry he almost seemed to be pleading with him. Nah, must've been Harry's imagination because a sneer formed on Malfoy's face. " I let you win this time Potter" he spat "wouldn't want to dissapoint your adoring fans." He jumped off the stage, snatching his wand from whatever poor kid picked it up for him.
Lucius' face was a bit paler than it normally was even though his expression was calm and collected. Nevertheless, he smacked Draco in the back of this head with his open palm and shook his head in dissapointment when his son looked up at him. Afterwards, Draco found his shoes to be the most interesting thing to look at. "Someone's in trouble now!" cheered Ron.
"The poort hing" cooed Hermione in mock pity.
But Harry said nothing. Something seemed somewhat off. But he had no time to dwell. He had to go get ready for quidditch and make his team proud. He was a bit worried about trying to catch the snitch at dusk but he would do his very best. Parents or not, he was cheered on nonetheless today, and he wanted to make all those people even prouder. He was so ready to go, ready to show what he got to more than just the people of this school. And who knew, maybe someone with some pull in the quidditch world would be watching.

The music started to play and Harry and his team strode out onto the field, brooms in hand. He looked to the other side and saw the rival team. He frowned when he saw Draco Malfoy sporting a bit of a limp. When the blond saw him staring he snapped at him. "See something you like, Potter?" but didn't wait for a response. They all climbed on their brooms accompanied by the sound of the announcers voice "And they're off!". Draco and Harry forgot the world around the and were both feverishly looking for the snitch. It was a lot harder with the fading sunlight, though giant balls of light were magically keeping the playing field lit. Harry thought he saw something flutter and raced after it. Draco, who saw Harry's change in speed followed suit. Harry dodged a bludger that was about to hit him up front but Draco wasn't so lucky and was only barely able to lift his arm in front of his face before the bludger made contact with a sickening crack, causing the crowd to simultaneously hold their breath.

Harry stopped for a moment to see how Draco was doing, should he fall of his broom or something. But he didn't. He grit his teeth and flew past Harry, barely missing him by an inch, his right arm held uselessly in front of him. Right, the snitch. Unfortunately, what Harry had seen flutter had been a mot hso the search began all over again. Points were scored left and right. The two teams seemed to be evenly matched, though the Seeker of the slytherin team was a lot slower with his injury and it didn't look like he'd be able to finish this game for his team. Harry kept an eye on the blond and saw how he seemed to drift in and out of consciousness but determined to keep going. It was sad, really. Was he craving his father's approval that much? Chants of encouragement were emanating from the crowd. Not for Harry, but for Draco, whose courage seemed to be bringing people around. The Gryffindor stand was the only one still fully rooting for Harry but not all that loud or convicted anymore.

"Fine" thought Harry to himself. "I'll let him have this one."
He cruised along, look for the sniitch when eventually, he found it. He made a dash for it, in clear sight of Malfoy so the boy would follow him, which he did. Harry did his best to go ever so much slower than Draco, so he could get ahead of him. At the very end, he caught the snitch, with his good arm… which had let of of the broom… which was now plumeting to the ground.
Luckily for Draco, Snape was at the ready to catch him with a spell. He had been at the ready from the moment the bludger smashed Draco's arm. The crowd when wild. Lucius clapped a few times and madem Pomfry tended to Mafoys arm. All seemed well.

The Gryffindors gave Harry a hard time for losing against an injured Malfoy but Harry felt that winning would have been… well… bad for his reputation. It would have been so… Malfoy. Yeah, they could have this year, it's fine. The day was almost over. The parents would go home and everyone would act normal again. Harry went with Ron to say goodbye to Molly who had pinched his cheek and told him that he had done good today.

After she was gone, the two boys walked back to their dorm but not before seeing Lucios Malfoy drag his son by his sleave into the room of requirement, the newly formed heavy door, closing loudly behind them. What in the world?

There you go. Chapter one. I'm anxious to hear what you think.

Please excuse any spelling errors. My Word is in Ducth and I cant change it so my spellcheck keeps changing words.

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