Disclaimer: (turns out pockets) I would have a lot more money if I owned Harry Potter. (lint falls to the ground) See?
Disclaim her: Squishy marshmallow fruit chews.
Note: Lots of out-of-character goodness going on.
Out of character currently with: Draco
Minor note: Narcissa's dead. Sorry to all the people out there who like her as a character.
"speech" 'thoughts'
This is a reposted first chapter. The previous first chapter didn't even qualify on a scale it was so badly written.
Chapter 1: Rain
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As Draco leaned against the window in his train car he could see that it was beginning to sprinkle a little outside. The glass of the windowpane was cold but it didn't faze him a great deal. Not much did anymore.
After his mother had died there hadn't been really any heart left in him to do anything productive. Not that there had been much to begin with after all. He hadn't cried when mother had died. He had merely stood composed and emotionless just like a Malfoy should when they had begun to shovel dirt onto her coffin. Just like…his father wanted him to.
His father hadn't shed one tear either, but then again, it wasn't like Lucius to show his feelings in public or even in the privacy of his own home. He was eternally calm and detached. He had heard that when Lucius had been "informed" that his wife had "died" that he had had just stood up and asked the person who had told him of the news of what color the coffin should be. Nothing else but that. Like he didn't even care.
Draco was through with Hogwarts now; he wouldn't ever have to see that blasted institution again. He had formally graduated earlier that morning when he had been handed his diploma that certified that he had finished school.
The Headmaster had looked so pleased to be handing him that certificate, so happy with that bloody twinkle in his eye it had given Draco the momentary urge to hit him with all his might. He hadn't wanted to be there. His father wasn't there to see the documentation of him formally getting the acceptance that he was done with that awful establishment and it made Draco for some reason to go and cry his eyes out somewhere, anywhere away for where he had been at the time. The excuse that his father had given had been that he had been working and that he would be unable to make it. That made the whole scenario even worse because it truly showed just how much his father cared about him.
Draco saw his breath had fogged the glass of the window and wiped it away absently so he could see a little better. The landscape outside was dreary, as it had begun to actually rain and not so much sprinkle anymore. The blond sighed to himself as he laid back into his seat and relaxed to some meager extent. In truth, he didn't feel like going home. Now that he was done with school, what would he do to try to please his father, as there wasn't anything left to do except to go and get a job at the Ministry and get recruited by the Dark Lord? He would most likely end up disappointing his father yet again as he was never a "proper Malfoy."
Draco closed his eyes and tried to not start crying. Why were his emotions on such edges when he thought of his father…?
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A.O.T.I.F.: This revision is a bit better but I still can't write crap. I know I could have written more but I didn't want to change the original format much. Anyone have any chocolates?