"Ugh, mudbloods!" Draco yelled spilling his breakfast all over the floor.
"Yes, Draco, my son, I agree, but what made you say that?" Lucius Malfoy asked the pale boy.
"Oh, er, um, well, I was thinking, why do I have to go back to school with such monsters swarming the place, father?"
"Well, I'm sure that something can be arranged- DOBBY! CLEAR UP MY SON'S MESS!" cried Mr. Malfoy.
"Erm, Father, Dobby is free."
"Ah, yes, now where were we?"
"Mud-"
"What on earth is this racket? What is all that all over my new rosewood ornamental table that cost 100 galleons? WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ROTTEN MUDBLOODS IN MY HOUSE?" shrieked Narcissa, Draco's mother. There was a short minute of silence, then Draco stood up.
"You know what mother and father, maybe I don't want to hate muggle-borns anymore. Maybe I don't want to hate innocent people, innocent wizards. Just because you do, dosent mean I have to. You know what, of one of you two EVER tries to force me to hate them one more time- I am going to leave this place forever! I hope you clear up your acts soon. If you want me I will be in my room!" he snapped and slammed the door before stomping up the grand staircase to his bedroom. Lucius and Narcissa were left stunned.
Annoyed, Draco punched his pillow. Ever since Hermione Granger had punched him in the face, all Draco could do was think about the clever, bushy-haired muggle born. He loved her, he couldn't see why his parents would loathe such people! Draco decided that when he went into the fourth year, he would talk to her. He would show her that he was a kind hearted person who wasn't all bad.