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Explosive Dragon

Mad Malfoy

In Which Draco Sets Fires and Blowing Stuff Up

Draco Malfoy was a strange child, even by wizard standards.

Actually, no, scratch that, to say he was strange would be putting it lightly, to be frank, Draco Lucius Malfoy was a batshit insane pyromaniac who had already committed multiple acts of arson by the time he was five. Not that anyone would ever say anything about it of course.

So yeah, everyone was ether to scared of the Malfoys to say anything or was in denial. The Malfoy heir was a perfectly sane pure blood wizard who was not at all responsible for burning down his mothers favorite sakura tree, the fire that burned down half of the Parkinsons manor, and Draco had had nothing to do with that kitchen fire.

Severus Snape needed a drink.

He knew that his god son was madder then the mad hatter.

And that Draco had an unhealthy love for fire and explosions.

He had known since that first potions lesson. The shit eating grin plastered on his six year old god sons face when he had made his potion explode was a pretty good indicator actual. The potions master could only look on, and dread the day that Draco received his Hogwarts letter. In only five years he'd have this pyro in his classroom for seven years. It was the last lesson Severus gave Draco till he arrived at Hogwarts. Till then all the man could do was pray that his sanity would be intact by the end of those seven years.

He needed a good old bottle of fire whisky.

Narcissa Malfoy pretended not to notice.

Narcissa pretended not to see the spark of madness in her sons eyes as he watched the stables burn down.

Her darling Draco was a perfectly normal (if not exceptional) boy and would grow up to follow in his fathers foot steps as head of the Malfoy family. He was most certainly not responsible for any of the fires and explosions that kept happening around the manor. It was just the house elves getting old. Yes, most certainly not Draco's fault.

Draco set that fire.

She loved her son, and only wanted to see the best of her child. She ignored the whisper at the back of her mind. Narcissa pretended not notice the matches on her son's bedside table, because if they was anything Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was good at it was acting, pretending.

Lucius Malfoy was in denial.

His son was not the one who had set fires nor had he caused any explosions. Draco didn't know magic yet so it was impossible for him to have done it. Lucius pointedly ignored the fact that muggles had been setting fires and causing explosions of hundreds of years without the use of magic. His son would never sink so low as to use muggle methods.

His son would grow up to be just like him, follow in Lucius foot steps and become a respectable head of the house of Malfoy. Draco would bring pride to their family. His son had not set the Parkinsons house on fire after being brought there to meet his future fiancee. It had been purely been connivence that Draco had been standing in front of the burning stables with a box of muggle matches in his hands. No his son was purely fine.

Lucius pretended not hear his son break out in maniacal laugher as he watched the Malfoy Rose Garden burn.

Maybe he could join Severus for that drink?

For as long as Draco could remember he had loved fire and explosions. He could almost hear a voice whispering in his ear. Telling him about art, how beautiful it was. It was always there at the back of his head whispering to him.

Art was fleeting!

Art is an explosion!

Draco completely agreed with the voice. That single moment was glorious. Nothing compare to the joy he felt as he watched things explode or burst into flames. He knew that his parents disapproved of it. But he just didn't care about what other people thought about what he was doing. It just felt so right. When he made something burst into that glorious explosion he was filled with such glee. Like something was missing and in the brief instant he was whole. Draco loved it.

"Art is an explosion, hn."

I just had to do it.

It's my first humor story so I hope I did a good job...

Incase it wasn't clear Draco is Deidara's reincarnation.

I might continue this story if I see that people like it.

So review it you liked it.

KYR OUT~