Chapter 1 Departing to Hogwarts
Disclaimer; I do not own these characters, the usual stuff. They belong to the lucky J.K. Rowling.
Draco Malfoy paced around his room for the fifth time in 2 minutes. He could hear his parents arguing in the next room. Great, he thought. I only have an hour until I leave for my final year at Hogwarts and they're ARGUING.
Draco loved his parents like any other teenager. It's just that sometimes, very rarely, he hated them. He knew that his dad wanted for Draco to grow into a strong boy who would carry on his job as a death-eater. Draco had tried to fulfil this but as he grew up, the less he wanted to consent. The idea of hurting innocent muggles did not appeal to Draco. He thought that was what sad, lonely wizards did.
Draco used to watch his father and accompany him when the death eaters went on there little 'raids' as they used to call it. He saw countless muggles being murdered. He hated his father when he was forced to watch these killings. What's more, he hated his mother more, and he still did, because of all the things that she had done to him. Emotionally, his mother had destroyed him. But that was years ago, when he was in first year. She had gradually become to respect Draco but still, he would never be able to forgive her for what she had done.
Oh damn, he thought. Didn't I swear to myself that I wasn't going to think about this again? Ever?!
Draco tried to occupy himself with something else when a single thought occupied his mind. Granger. The stupid mudblood had haunted his mind ever since she and Draco became prefects. Of course, now she was head girl (typical) and he, head boy. They had their very own rooms next to each other, only separated by the bathroom.
Arhhhh! Why can't I think about something else apart from that dratted Granger? It's not like she's hot or anything.Draco was deeply in thought when his mother finally called and said "Draco dear, come downstairs, you're leaving!" "Yes, I'll be right there!" Draco called back. "Bitch" he added. "What did you say?" Narcissa's annoying voice floated up to him. "Nothing.it was nothing!" Draco called. Fuck, why is my mother so damn good at hearing?
Draco carried himself down the stairs and found his father, Lucius Malfoy waiting for him. He was obviously in a bad mood. "Get in" was all he said. "The luggage is in the car."
"Ta-ta dear!" Narcissa called. "Have fun this year!." "Yeah yeah I will MUH- THER" Draco replied. He got into the car and watched his home shrink as the car drove away into the distance.
Disclaimer; I do not own these characters, the usual stuff. They belong to the lucky J.K. Rowling.
Draco Malfoy paced around his room for the fifth time in 2 minutes. He could hear his parents arguing in the next room. Great, he thought. I only have an hour until I leave for my final year at Hogwarts and they're ARGUING.
Draco loved his parents like any other teenager. It's just that sometimes, very rarely, he hated them. He knew that his dad wanted for Draco to grow into a strong boy who would carry on his job as a death-eater. Draco had tried to fulfil this but as he grew up, the less he wanted to consent. The idea of hurting innocent muggles did not appeal to Draco. He thought that was what sad, lonely wizards did.
Draco used to watch his father and accompany him when the death eaters went on there little 'raids' as they used to call it. He saw countless muggles being murdered. He hated his father when he was forced to watch these killings. What's more, he hated his mother more, and he still did, because of all the things that she had done to him. Emotionally, his mother had destroyed him. But that was years ago, when he was in first year. She had gradually become to respect Draco but still, he would never be able to forgive her for what she had done.
Oh damn, he thought. Didn't I swear to myself that I wasn't going to think about this again? Ever?!
Draco tried to occupy himself with something else when a single thought occupied his mind. Granger. The stupid mudblood had haunted his mind ever since she and Draco became prefects. Of course, now she was head girl (typical) and he, head boy. They had their very own rooms next to each other, only separated by the bathroom.
Arhhhh! Why can't I think about something else apart from that dratted Granger? It's not like she's hot or anything.Draco was deeply in thought when his mother finally called and said "Draco dear, come downstairs, you're leaving!" "Yes, I'll be right there!" Draco called back. "Bitch" he added. "What did you say?" Narcissa's annoying voice floated up to him. "Nothing.it was nothing!" Draco called. Fuck, why is my mother so damn good at hearing?
Draco carried himself down the stairs and found his father, Lucius Malfoy waiting for him. He was obviously in a bad mood. "Get in" was all he said. "The luggage is in the car."
"Ta-ta dear!" Narcissa called. "Have fun this year!." "Yeah yeah I will MUH- THER" Draco replied. He got into the car and watched his home shrink as the car drove away into the distance.