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A/N: This is my 1st HP fic. One-shot. Here goes.

THINGS UNTOLD

"Hey Malfoy, why're you still here?" Weasley's voice taunted in my mind.

"None of your business Weasley." What a disgusting name. "Everyone knows why you're not going home for Christmas break. You can't afford to!" Crabbe and Goyle guffawed loudly. I smirked. Top that.

"Well it's to bad you had to stay! Christmas would be a lot better without you!" Granger…ugh. I stared at her. Filthy mudblood. At least her parents... I shook the thought out of my head.

"C'mon," I instructed Crabbe and Goyle, "Let's go somewhere where I can breathe clean air." I stalked away with my two companions.

"Hey, when's lunch?" Crabbe asked. Numbskull.

"Dunno, do you think..." I tuned out of their conversation.

…Why're you still here?

Harry's words echoed through my mind. Because I want to stay! What an idiot. I could be home now if I wanted...right?

"Serpent." The portrait hole opened and I walked inside. Crabbe and Goyle quickly stole away to the dormitories, and I found myself alone in the common room. I sighed. The walls around me were covered with green and silver, the Slytherin colors.

I was busy thinking about the advanced potions class Professor Snape had referred me to, when Pansy Parkinson burst in.

"Hello Pansy."

"What? Oh!" she paused, "hello Draco." Her voice became...more...it's hard to describe. She seemed a lot more relaxed. She sat down on the couch and snuggled up next to me. I smiled. If that's all.

"What've you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing really." I put my arm around her as she began to talk about her day. "...and I still can't believe..." She seemed to be getting prettier all the time. Her eyes were beautiful, and her hair was silky and smooth. She had a beautiful figure...

"Draco, are you even listening?"

"What? Oh, yes...I was..." She shook her head and started to get up. I pulled her down and kissed her gently.

"Thank you," she said after I pulled away. She giggled.

"Anytime," I said seriously. She was part of why I was staying here. The other part... Pansy and I exchanged one last kiss. She apologized, saying she had to go study, and left.

I was feeling restless, so I went up to the Owlry. I looked for my owl, but I couldn't find her. Still, I sat down, hoping she would return soon. Sure enough, she flew in, twittering loudly. I took the parchment tied to her leg, gave her a piece of meat, and returned to the common room. Once there, I opened the letter.

Draco,

Please do not come home for Christmas break. Your father and I have come across some...issues. It would be better if you stayed for Easter as well.

Sincerely,

Mother

I snorted. Narcissa never signed her letters with "…your loving mother," or "…love,". Neither she nor Lucius loved me. I was "the accident."

"I wouldn't come home anyway!" I whispered to the letter.

No one can know that my parents don't give a shit about me. The way Lucius acts towards me around others is so disgusting I could almost puke. I can barely call him father in the confines of our home. The only reason he pays any attention to me is because I am a potential future Death-Eater. As if. I couldn't work for scum like Voldemort when I could have my own posse.

I'm spoiled because I "stumbled" over my father's secret about Voldemort. So now, I have an unspoken treaty with Narcissa and Lucius. They give me whatever I want, and I don't say anything about You-Know-Who.

I sighed. I can't bear it when summer comes. At least here I feel a little bit of superiority. Potter and Weasel the two scums I taunt most. They're such idiots. Potter thinks he's all that with that scar of his, showing he beat Voldemort. I hate him for it. If that little idiot hadn't triumphed over Voldemort, I wouldn't have the many scars that I do all over my back.

Oh yes. When Lucius got news of this, he took his anger out on the baby. Narcissa didn't care. She would just try harder to calm my father's rage. I sighed again.

Flint stormed into the common room, a look of pure rage on his face.

"What a rip off!" he yelled. I saw Pansy and a few other Slytherins peeking out from the stairway. "We – have – to – play – bloody – Gryffindor – instead – of – bloody – Ravenclaw!" HE looked as if he was going to explode. He shook with rage.

"What are you worried about Gryffindor for..." but I was cut off by a sharp punch. He knocked me to the floor. Well, at least he'll stop hating me eventually.

I'm not wanted at home.

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