This is my first go at a one shot: if you want a sequel tell me:

This story is called unloved.

WARNING: THIS IS HORRIBLE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I AM WRITING THIS!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

This is my first shot at a one shot.

Pairings: Lucius and Draco.

Pairings: Narcissa and Lucius.

Pairings: Draco and Narcissa.

Time frame: Draco is 11 years old (just finished first year.) He is back for the holidays.

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Chapter 1 never smile back.

Draco's POV

Mother looked over my exam marks, her face brims with pride, I got at least 87 in each class (even history of magic which is a surprise, because I normally sleep during it.)

"Wonderful Draco." She says, she hugs me, "I am so proud of you."

I was at home, at Malfoy manor we were all in a huge living room on the third floor, my mother sat on a huge couch. The couch was leather and expensive, Father sat next to her he is very unhappy.

"What is wrong Lucius?" Mother asks, she holds his hand knowing what will happen, "your son has just got back from school he has been gone nearly a year, he has also brought back wonderful marks, you should feel very proud of him." Mum says, she is wearing blue silk robes, it is night and I have just returned home from the train, and all I want to do is go to bed, my father has other ideas.

"A filthy Mudblood got better marks than him in EVERY EXAM," My unloving father says, not once has he ever said anything nice to me, I sigh and today or rather tonight in fact.

"But Lucius darling, it is only his first year, his marks will increase in time, my love." Mother says, she smiles at father and me; she smiles at the man who would never smile back.

"I don't care, his marks are unacceptable, and did I mention a filthy mud blood BEAT HIM, YOU ARE A BAD BOY!" Father yells. I shiver.

"I am sorry dad, I will do better next year." I say.

"You better, in the mean time, turn around." Father orders, I shiver, but turn around.

My father hit me with his cane.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

Five times.

Six times.

Seven times.

Eight times.

Nine times.

Ten times.

Finally he stopped, than he said.

"Do better next year, or it will be worse for you." He says I turn.

"Go to bed Draco." Mother says, I kiss her cheek, and I run to my bed.

I look at my room, I have not seen it in a year, I collapse on the bed and doze off.

Bit the last through on my mind was Damn granger.

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So how did I go?
Should I do a sequel?

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