Summary: You may know Draco Malfoy as the arrogant, stuck up prick. Which I inform you, he still is. Rich, spoiled, and boastful, you'd never think he would end up on the streets. But as they say, every cloud has a silver lining…or in his case, a bushy headed, know-it-all Hermione Granger.
A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first fanfiction so hope you like it :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…duh. If I did, Draco and Hermione would've ended up together!
Chapter 1: The Great Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy was known to be an arrogant and hateful student. His condescending looks constantly roamed the halls of Hogwarts, accompanied by his famous smirk. Aside from his personality, Draco was still a diligent and intelligent student and was believed to end up with a good future. Where did he ever go after the war? You would think that with his rich family and good looks he would end up somewhere rewarding…apparently not.
Draco's POV:
Blinking rapidly, I woke up from my beauty sleep. With such good looks and flawless complexion comes with hard work. Of course you wouldn't understand though. Ow, my back is killing me. Mother spoke the truth; I am getting old.
Let me back up. No, I wasn't waking up from a luxurious, fluffy bed in my dream penthouse…I was waking up on a hard and cold, wooden bench on the sidewalk of Diagon Alley. I'll save you the sob story. Running a pale hand through my almost white, blonde hair, I sighed. How did this happen to me? I was a hobo. A dirty, disgusting, barely recognizable hobo. I'm 21 years old and jobless, friendless, and homeless. Leaning back on the bench, I looked up to the grey skies. Great, even the world matches my mood.
This seemed to be a daily routine for me. I wake up, back hurting, and spend a little while in my self-pity. Then, I head to my job. At least, that's what I call it. I work as a street beggar. I try to make it seem like it's a real, official job so I don't drive myself into an insane depression. My life has gone through a lot of complex events. Seriously, I don't want to go through the trouble of telling the sob story of my terrible life. I have no time; I need to work so I can feed myself for the day.
Getting up, I wipe off the dirt and dust off my torn, raggedy, black cloak. I feel around the cobblestone path for my Muggle Converse shoes. I have no idea why I have these…it was all I could afford due to my unfortunate circumstances. Wait…where did they go? Where are my shoes? I bent down to get a closer look under the bench. Gone. My shoes were gone. Another fellow hobo must've stolen them. You seriously can't trust these guys. At least I have the class and dignity to stay to my own property. Sighing tiredly, I stood up once more and grabbed my tin can to collect any kind donations. I headed over to my usual spot near Flourish and Botts. As I slowly trudged over there, envy filled my cold heart as I passed by other witches and wizards who had such bright futures. I was jealous. Jealous of their fortunate lives and good health. Jealous of the jobs they had. Jealous how they were able to afford food and feed their families and friends. Jealous how they even had family and friends that cared about them. Now I'm not asking you to have pity for me. Please don't. I'm the Great Draco Malfoy. I don't need it.
A/N: Do you guys like it? I just had this idea come to me and I'm just seeing where it goes. This is going to be a really long story so hope you'll all stick with me :3
Btw, this WILL be a Dramione story. It's just starting so I just wanted to tell you Draco's position right now haha.
Please review! You know you want to!
~heavensangel725