Welcome to the first chapter of my first piece of fan-fiction, the first year at Hogwarts for but from the perspective of Draco Malfoy. Please feel free to get in contact and let me know what you think of the first (very short) chapter and your thoughts on Draco and where you'd like to see the story-plot to go!
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LumosNox

It was a warm night in early June and healers bustled through the corridors of 's, the maternity section was filled with sounds of women shrieking in pain, newborns wailing and the strong scent of disinfectant. In a private ward, isolated from all the usual hustle and bustle a woman was dozing off and a lean figure of a mean standing over her, observing her as she dozed started to doze off. Next to the bed, in a small crib lay a small newborn with stormy grey eyes. On the side of the crib alongside the date, time of birth, the boy's name was written in elegant, cursive writing.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy paced from one side of the room to the other relentlessly, his grey eyes surveying mother and child who both bore an expression of serenity.
The door to the room creaked open and Lucius spun around, a hand on his wand instinctively. A small mousey-haired healer crept into the room and took a step back when she saw Lucius with his wand in hand.

"Oh. I didn't think anyone would be awake at this time of night" she whispered to him
"You thought wrong" drawled Lucius Malfoy, "is there anything you need?"
"I just wanted to make sure the mother and baby were doing okay and seeing if anymore potions were needed" she said, taken aback at the man's rudeness.
"Well as you can see both are asleep and in no sign of discomfort so I suggest you continue your round and not wake them up."

It was clear to the healer that this was more of an order than a suggestion and she made her way out of the room as quickly and quietly as humanly possible, muttering to call a healer if anything was needed as she disappeared into the corridor.

"Who was that dear?" A voice crocked.
Narcissa Malfoy steered feebly in her bed gazing up at her husband.
"An incompetent witch" snarled Lucius "I will hex her for waking you!"
"There is no need for a scene dear, it is time to feed our son" soothed Narcissa
"Very well"

The tall blond man strode over to the crib and gently scooped up his son and handed him over to his mother, watching the small figure start to stir. Narcissa cradled her son and held him against her as she shrug off her robe and the small newborn latched onto her hungrily.
"Draco" she whispered looking down at him adoringly, "what a beautiful name for a beautiful boy".

Lucius observed his wife, he had never seen her so gentle, preoccupied and loving. This must be the magic of motherhood, he thought to himself. He seated himself in an armchair in the corner of the room and watched his family and for a second he felt at peace. He now had an air to the Malfoy line who would uphold his pure-blood traditions and keep the name of Malfoy strong amongst the sacred twenty-eight.

He would bring him up with the same beliefs his own father had instilled upon him growing up, and his son would never miss out on anything he wanted. The Dark Lord may have disappeared but Lucius would make sure Draco would be a fine pure-blood man who would stand out amongst the filth of Mudbloods and other wizarding filth.

Yes, he would be taught the right way, the only way and have the benefit of not having to carry the weight he himself had had to carry upon his shoulders for many years. He would not be a servant and fear for his life at the hands of the Dark Lord.

But he didn't know how wrong he was.