A/N- this is just a little story I wrote last night. I have basically the whole outline and up to chapter 5 written out. I will need 5 reviews to put up chapter 2 and I think this story is really good. You might want to keep reading.
Disclaimer- I own no one. I repeat I OWN NO ONE! So sue me already. You wont get much. FURRY OSTERICH!!
Draco sat up and streched. He yawned, threw off his black silk balnkets and drew back his Slytherin green curtains to his canopy. He slipped on his house shoes and started down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
When he got to the Dining room, his parents were already
eating. The Dining Room was long and large. A long black table was in the middle of the room. A large glass chandelier hung above it. Narcissa looked up and took in the sight of Draco standing there in his black silk pajamas and rubbing his eyes tiredly before saying:
"Draco, come sit."
Draco ran a hand through his untidy hair and sat down. He grabbed a breakfast roll but before he could take a bite his father interupted.
"You are not properly dressed for the morning." his eyes bore into Draco.
Draco looked at the roll, yearning to eat it, but remembered one of his fathers rules: Never disrupt a speaker. It is especially rude for one to eat while another is speaking. He had memerized there rules after having to be reminded over and over. Draco, who may have the same hair and eye color as his father, was a great deal smaller and feared his fathers wrath.
"Well? What have you to say for yourself?"
"I woke up later than expected and I sorta figured maybe just to wait till after I eat for I do not wish to look a clown. Nor do I wish to spill something on robes. For it is extremly foolish."
Also alike his father, Draco knew how to get on someones bad side. Unfortunatly, he wasn't to good at keeping these remarks to himself.
His father stood up quickly. He pointed to a spot not far from where he stood. "Get over here boy! NOW!!"
Draco reluctantly walked over. he knew what was coming, for he had been here many times before. 'Why can't I keep my stupid mouth shut?' he thought.
At fifteen, Draco was still small for his age and was considered wiry. He was easily the smallest of his year, trailing closely behind by Harry. Lucius raised his arm to strike and Draco slightly recoiled.
"Lucius, No!!" his mother shouted, suddenly at Lucius' side.
Draco stood completely upright and glared at his father, who glared somplete power back.
"Draco, we have some news for you dear."
Draco turned to his mother from the doorway.
"Umm, I really don't know how to tell you this....-"
"Hermione Granger will be spending the summer here with you."
The slight smile slid off Dracos face and he colapsed to the floor.
A/N- Remember, AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS!!
Disclaimer- I own no one. I repeat I OWN NO ONE! So sue me already. You wont get much. FURRY OSTERICH!!
Draco sat up and streched. He yawned, threw off his black silk balnkets and drew back his Slytherin green curtains to his canopy. He slipped on his house shoes and started down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
When he got to the Dining room, his parents were already
eating. The Dining Room was long and large. A long black table was in the middle of the room. A large glass chandelier hung above it. Narcissa looked up and took in the sight of Draco standing there in his black silk pajamas and rubbing his eyes tiredly before saying:
"Draco, come sit."
Draco ran a hand through his untidy hair and sat down. He grabbed a breakfast roll but before he could take a bite his father interupted.
"You are not properly dressed for the morning." his eyes bore into Draco.
Draco looked at the roll, yearning to eat it, but remembered one of his fathers rules: Never disrupt a speaker. It is especially rude for one to eat while another is speaking. He had memerized there rules after having to be reminded over and over. Draco, who may have the same hair and eye color as his father, was a great deal smaller and feared his fathers wrath.
"Well? What have you to say for yourself?"
"I woke up later than expected and I sorta figured maybe just to wait till after I eat for I do not wish to look a clown. Nor do I wish to spill something on robes. For it is extremly foolish."
Also alike his father, Draco knew how to get on someones bad side. Unfortunatly, he wasn't to good at keeping these remarks to himself.
His father stood up quickly. He pointed to a spot not far from where he stood. "Get over here boy! NOW!!"
Draco reluctantly walked over. he knew what was coming, for he had been here many times before. 'Why can't I keep my stupid mouth shut?' he thought.
At fifteen, Draco was still small for his age and was considered wiry. He was easily the smallest of his year, trailing closely behind by Harry. Lucius raised his arm to strike and Draco slightly recoiled.
"Lucius, No!!" his mother shouted, suddenly at Lucius' side.
Draco stood completely upright and glared at his father, who glared somplete power back.
"Draco, we have some news for you dear."
Draco turned to his mother from the doorway.
"Umm, I really don't know how to tell you this....-"
"Hermione Granger will be spending the summer here with you."
The slight smile slid off Dracos face and he colapsed to the floor.
A/N- Remember, AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS!!
