I wrote my first fanfic when I was 13. Its been about 7 years, and I've been itching to write another. Now that I've got a little more smarts and skills than my once pathetic love story I wrote long ago, I thought I could give it another try. This story is meant to be taken from Draco's perspective. It goes against everything I am to write from a boy's perspective, which in my opinion can be so simple and un-details, coming from Draco Malfoy. But I hope to give readers the chance to see what I imagine is buzzing inside his head. Enjoy
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, except for my O.C. All other belong to the amazing and inspiring JK.
CH. 1 Fear Me.
The smallest hand on the family heirloom grandfather clock in the hall seemed to tick a little more slowly now that I had my eye on it. It had been a long summer at Malfoy Manor, and I was impatient to finally leave this place I thought pathetic enough to call home. I had never really enjoyed the company of my parents, and their constant reminders of the 'Malfoy Code' of power and intimidation, as well as the unfailing loyalty to the Dark Lord, had driven me to a point of insanity. However, old habits die hard, and I knew that the use of fear among my peers at Hogwarts had rewarded me with my fair share of well-deserved reputations. For example: Prince of Slytherin, which my father was most proud to hear, and continually encouraged me through many letters to have others around me use it as well. I thought about what he had written me at the end of term last year, and how pleased with myself I had been that I had actually done something right in this vile man's eyes.
Draco,
I hear there is a new 'Prince of Slytherin' among Hogwarts? Well done! How true those words ring for our family legacy! Salazar Slytherin himself will be triumphantly cooing in his grave. Although this is a stepping stone to greater things for you, remember what I have always said about instilling fear into those around you to gain respect. Use this last year at Hogwarts to gain followers for yourself and future Dark Lord members.
Lucious Malfoy
This was the one thing I could do for my father, because I knew that my pride meant more to me than it did to him. I was smart enough to admit that. And I was good at bringing people down. I knew I was a menace to those around me, a monster. I had been raised that way my whole life, and knew from my mother's pained expressions that she too was victim to the monster in my father.
She hurried into the living room now, a look of relief on her face when she saw me sitting alone. It was dark in the house compared to the bright sun that tried to break through the black satin curtains. Only a few tall and slender pale buttery candles lit the room, their wax spilling over the sides of tables and books. I was sitting on the couch with my hands on my knees, waiting in anticipation to leave. Her eyes searched the room as she spoke.
"Draco, is your father not coming today?" She asked a little hesitantly.
"No" I breathed.
"Oh," She sighed, assessing the unpleasant scowl on my face. "Quickly, then, get in the car."
We both were looking forward to leaving, even if her journey meant she was to come right back. At least my stay was only temporary.
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I was relieved to be sitting in my familiar compartment on the Hogwarts express, and lucky to be alone. I watched as others hugged family members goodbye, and gagged in my mind at the sight of it. I cursed under my breath wishing this damn train would leave a little faster, and thought about getting up and having a word with the conductor and let him have a piece of my...
"Draco!"
My peace was short lived. Blaise Zambini, and good friend, entered the compartment to join me. I looked up at him as if to mentally greet him, and he understood. I was not, however, happy to see Pansy Parkinson follow in behind him. I looked away and clenched my fists, remembering I hadn't written her all summer and would now have no excuse to give her for my absence. She had written me almost everyday, each with a smudge of a lipstick kiss in grotesque grape below her signature. Last week I stacked each letter which reached as high as the ceiling, and burned every one.
My relationship with Pansy was easy to deal with. Although she was annoying and completely attached, she was loyal to me. She took the fall for most of my mistakes, and stood up for me at every chance she could get. A little part of me was grateful, but that part was quickly washed away as soon as I caught sight of her and wished she'd never even existed. I wanted to be alone.
Now, sitting in this compartment, I would be subject to a painfully long ride to Hogwarts, along with a chirping, whining git.
'"Draco, love" she crooned in her unattractive scratchy voice.
She sat down so close to me I had to gasp for air, careful not to let her awful perfume choke my insides. I felt her lock one of her arms around mine in a clad iron grip.
Definitely a long train ride, I thought.
"You haven't written me all summer!" she complained, slowly emphasizing 'all.'
An ugly sob spread across her face, and I wondered why all along I was ever with her. Or really, let her speak in my presence. The fact that she was Slytherin meant nothing to me. And my father's approval of her family background, however poor she was, made my stomach turn. Since I was the Prince of Slytherin, surely I couldn't let myself be tied down to one girl my whole life? Pansy wasn't even really much to kiss...
I immediately tried to think of a way out, ignoring my fathers previous wishes to keep our families tied together "in strength" he had said.
"Leave, pug, before I hex a permanent snout onto your face. And don't come crawling back!"
No, no. Those were definitely not the right words, no matter how loud I was screaming them in my head. I thought of a better way to rid her, humiliate her. I would have to be patient.
"Well?" She said, clearly growing anxious for my reply.
"I was busy" was all I managed to say.
She let out a little 'humph' while I managed to break free of her stiff arm locked around mine.
"Go get a Daily Prophet for me" I demanded, staring straight into her eyes for the first time, with as much fear as I could muster.
She let out a small whimper and quickly exited the compartment, to which I let out the breath of air I had been holding since she walked in. Blaise moved awkwardly in his seat, ready to ask whatever questions he had, I was sure.
"Seen any of the fresh new witches yet?"
I knew he already had, probably even had their names down on paper. I frowned a little thinking that he had charmed them all before I had my chance. We were both trouble to all Slytherin girls. Hell, all girls for that matter.
"Definitely" I lied.
"I saw one girl I'd never seen before, but way too old to be a first year. She looks more like our year than anything else. Slytherin, and hot. Wonder where she came from?"
"Just keep Pansy out of my way. I'm already tired of her" I spat.
"Sorry mate, she followed me as soon as she saw me on the platform."
I smirked to myself, suddenly remembering my clever idea to be rid of her.
"What are you opinions on exploding cream charms?" I said with a little too much enthusiasm.
A smile spread across his face, and he knew what I meant.
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I approached the doors of the great hall a little too late, as usual. They were massive in form, and I pushed them forcefully open together. I stood there for a moment, letting all the curious lookers appraise me, or fear me really. Both were decent options. The generally happy chattering among others dimmed down into whispers. With my hands shoved lightly into my pockets, I strode into the hall while Blaise trailed behind me, his ego not so triumphant as mine as he looked down, maybe to stop the staring? I couldn't fathom it. I caught the sight of a scowl over in the Gryffindor direction, probably Potter and his dweebs, but didn't look knowing it would give away my entrance. We both sat down at the head of the Slytherin table, and everyone snapped out of their stares, but with continued whispers.
"10 galleons says Pansy blows up her room after she finds out what you did" Blaise said.
I laughed at the thought of the magic we had just worked in her room, hoping she'd take a hint when she found out what was under her pillow.
After a boring amount of speeches and announcements, Dumbledore finally let us finish and go up to our rooms for the night. I thought about my class schedule for tomorrow while I picked at my half eaten glazed pork. Defense against the Dark arts, Potions, and Ancient Runes. The only thing I really looked forward to was potions. I had become quite the master at my studies in that class. Close to the mudblood, at least.
"Hey mate" Blaise said, tapping me on the shoulder as everyone began to exit the hall.
"There's that girl I was telling you about."
I looked around trying to find where his finger was pointed, not really interested. When I finally caught sight of her she had just rounded the corner out of my sight.
"Oh yeah" I said, pretending to act like I cared. I just wanted to get the hell out of this hall, annoyed that I would somehow get trapped between Pansy and her dim-witted friends.
"Shes a looker. Might try to find out what her name is" He said too fast to finish, and hurried off.
Damn it. Already up on his game, and here I was just standing there. I put my arms around the nearest girl I knew, a Ravenclaw I had hooked up with last term, and hoped to redeem myself in my mind. I couldn't remember her name, so I used my best charm to hopefully let it slide. Girls usually worked that way.
"Hey" I said in my silkiest voice.
She blushed a little when she realized who I was, and giggled to all her friends. She whispered a barely audible 'hey,' and I continued to walk her to the hall before I broke it off. We didn't speak, but I was glad of it. Some girls were simpler than I thought. After parting, I walked silently to the Slytherin tower, hoping I wasn't too late for my genius work of art.
I walked into the portrait mumbling "dragon scale" as it swung open for me to enter. I pushed one of the new boys out of the velvety green chair with the silver snake arms I liked to call mine. He was angry at first, but caught sight of my face as I grabbed him by the top of his robes out of the seat. I head him whimper 'sorry' but didn't really listen or care to acknowledge the thought.
'What a waste of my time' I thought as I sank into the chair.
This place was pure hell for me. The thought of having to do any work this year was beyond all thought or my energy. It meant nothing, really. But top marks meant everything to my father, which was why after my 5th year of failing most of my classes he had threatened me. About what...well, I didn't even want to think about it. I had the highest grade in Slytherin now, and therefore had bragging rights with all the teachers which came in handy.
Before I could continue my thoughts, I heard a loud scream from upstairs, and smiled at the thought of what a state Pansy's hair would be in. Loud and thundering steps came down the stairs from the girl's dormitories, and I was surprised to see it wasn't Pansy who's hair was covered in a cream-like substance.
"WHO DID THIS!" the girl yelled.
I heard Blaise laugh quietly but loud enough for me to hear on the sofa next to me.
"Wrong pillow?" He whispered in my direction.
Shit. I thought.
Luckily, my chair had its back to whatever commotion this girl was about to make. I sunk into the back of the chair a little to hide my face from giving myself away.
As she stood there, you couldn't even hear the cringe of furniture or the rustling of papers. There was no sound except the few gasps of air the few new students inhaled closest to her. I heard her start to walk over to our side of the room and knew there was no way out of it.
"Nice look you got there" I said, laughing as she rounded the corner to stand in front of me. "New witches fashion?"
I silently appraised her body as she stood there, noting she was slender with skin so light it ought to be transparent. She was wearing her school robes, as was mandatory. However, her skirt seemed to hug the sides of her body in a very delicate manor. I frowned, knowing I couldn't see her probably lovely face since it was now covered by my own mistake. Her dark curls contrasted the white cream that now looked bunched and glued into her hair. The only thing you could really see on her face were a pair of strikingly green eyes, that looked so furious I thought they had belonged to a snake. I laughed at the though of it, and she let out of gasp when she realized my eyes were moving silently around her body.
"Do you think this is funny?" she questioned, still a little hint of hysteria in her voice.
"Definitely" I said smugly.
The last thing I remembered was flinching away from her hex when I realized her hand was gripped so tightly around her wand her knuckles were purple.
Thats when I woke up in the hospital wing, every muscle sore in my body.