Thank you for choosing to read my fanfic. This is obviuously about
Draco. The summary only gives the story so much justice, and you need to
read it to understand. There are a lot of surprises, and swists to this
story, so don't skip a chapter or two, to get to an exciting one. This is
rated pg-13 because of language, violence, sexuality and so on. You all of
course know that all the characters (except ones you dont recognixe, which
i made up) belong to JKR. I'm not making money of this, and that pretty
much covers that. Please enjoy, and here is the intro to the story! (btw
this ff is already written. It's not done, but its very long, so you wont
have to worry about me having to write a chapter for a while.)
Introduction...
Hello. You might know me as the arrogant, concieted, arch rival of Harry Potter. Just to let you know, I'm not really like that, but my father is. He always tried to convince me to be just like him and to become a death eater when I got older. For seventeen years I put up with his stupid conversations about Voldemort and his beatings. He hated me dearly. Although it wasn't the beatings that left a scar, it was the memories. I bet that not a lot of you have a clue of what I went through. Those seventeen years of torture... That's why I'm going to tell you my story, about the worst and best years of my life. My name is Draco Malfoy...
May 13, 1980...
"It's a boy!" cried the nurse.
Mrs Black sighed in relief, and laid her head back down onto her pillow. She was in a lot of pain, but overjoyed that her new little son was born and healthy after nine long months of Pregnancy. She only wished that her husband would be as happy as she was about this little bundle of joy as she was, and could be here. He was out doing some dangerous mission for Voldemort.
The nurse came over to Maria Black and handed her her first child. He was beautiful. He had silvery blonde hair from what was there, and bright blue eyes. He looked just like his father, Lucius Malfoy.
She began to nurse the bundle in her arms. She closed her eyes and reflected back to Lucius's reaction when she told him that she was pregnant. "Lucius, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Im- I'm... pregnant."
"WHAT?! HOW COULD YOU BE?!?!"
"Don't be so stupid Lucius!"
"I'm not the stupid one here!"
"Well your the idiot that got me pregnant in the first place!"
"Don't you dare talk to me that way!"
Lucius had taken out his wand, and blasted Maria with a spell in the stomach. She was already three months pregnant and feared that she had lost her unborn child.
The healers had arrived a minute later and took her to St. Mungo's. The child, luckily wasn't hurt. He had literally been beaten by his father before he was even born! Maria opened her eyes and seen that the baby had fallen asleep in her arms. Just then the door burst open. It was Lucius.
He walked over and took a seat beside the bed. He looked at the small little bundle and examined it through his cold grey eyes.
"Is it a boy?" were his first words.
"Yes. Isn't he beautiful?"
"He looks so much like me."
"I know. I love him so much!"
"You love him even though you never wanted him?"
"Well... I didn't plan on having a child just yet, but he is so cute and helpless."
The baby opened his eyes. He took one look at Lucius and started bawling as loud as his little lungs would allow.
"Oh, it's ok, Draco!" said Maria, while trying to calm Draco down.
"Draco?"
"Yes. Don't you like the name?"
"Draco Malfoy... It goes. Fine, that's his name."
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Introduction...
Hello. You might know me as the arrogant, concieted, arch rival of Harry Potter. Just to let you know, I'm not really like that, but my father is. He always tried to convince me to be just like him and to become a death eater when I got older. For seventeen years I put up with his stupid conversations about Voldemort and his beatings. He hated me dearly. Although it wasn't the beatings that left a scar, it was the memories. I bet that not a lot of you have a clue of what I went through. Those seventeen years of torture... That's why I'm going to tell you my story, about the worst and best years of my life. My name is Draco Malfoy...
May 13, 1980...
"It's a boy!" cried the nurse.
Mrs Black sighed in relief, and laid her head back down onto her pillow. She was in a lot of pain, but overjoyed that her new little son was born and healthy after nine long months of Pregnancy. She only wished that her husband would be as happy as she was about this little bundle of joy as she was, and could be here. He was out doing some dangerous mission for Voldemort.
The nurse came over to Maria Black and handed her her first child. He was beautiful. He had silvery blonde hair from what was there, and bright blue eyes. He looked just like his father, Lucius Malfoy.
She began to nurse the bundle in her arms. She closed her eyes and reflected back to Lucius's reaction when she told him that she was pregnant. "Lucius, I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Im- I'm... pregnant."
"WHAT?! HOW COULD YOU BE?!?!"
"Don't be so stupid Lucius!"
"I'm not the stupid one here!"
"Well your the idiot that got me pregnant in the first place!"
"Don't you dare talk to me that way!"
Lucius had taken out his wand, and blasted Maria with a spell in the stomach. She was already three months pregnant and feared that she had lost her unborn child.
The healers had arrived a minute later and took her to St. Mungo's. The child, luckily wasn't hurt. He had literally been beaten by his father before he was even born! Maria opened her eyes and seen that the baby had fallen asleep in her arms. Just then the door burst open. It was Lucius.
He walked over and took a seat beside the bed. He looked at the small little bundle and examined it through his cold grey eyes.
"Is it a boy?" were his first words.
"Yes. Isn't he beautiful?"
"He looks so much like me."
"I know. I love him so much!"
"You love him even though you never wanted him?"
"Well... I didn't plan on having a child just yet, but he is so cute and helpless."
The baby opened his eyes. He took one look at Lucius and started bawling as loud as his little lungs would allow.
"Oh, it's ok, Draco!" said Maria, while trying to calm Draco down.
"Draco?"
"Yes. Don't you like the name?"
"Draco Malfoy... It goes. Fine, that's his name."
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