''What's up Draco?'' Crabbe asked as he crawled onto his own bed. Draco tried to act bored. ''Literally nothing.'' He replied. Crabbe nodded in agreeement and began shuffling through piles of paper. Draco turned and muttered ''For once.'' so softly only he could hear.
Chapter Two
The following morning Draco awoke and found a note on his blanket. It was in Lucius's handwriting, that scared the shit out of him. Meet me in the Dark Forest at noon. Don't you dare be late! -Lucius. Draco hid the note so Crabbe and Goyle couldn't find it and quietly stepped out into the Slytherin common room. He wondered how his father had gotten that note to him. But he was more worried about the reason his father wanted to meet with him. He knew that it wasn't to apologize, that was for sure.
Once noon came around, Draco headed down to the Dark Forest secretly. He faced his father, his hands trembling. Lucius was silent for a moment. Then he spoke. ''Draco Malfoy.'' His tone was cold. Draco began to get very nervous. ''Y-yes, father?'' He asked, trying to sound confident even though he knew he couldn't speak without stuttering. ''What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you so soft? I was never this delicate at your age.'' Lucius spat. Draco wrung his hands nervously. ''It's not my f-fault.'' He replied. Lucius stood up and towered over his son. ''Not your fault?'' He shoved Draco to the ground in anger. ''NOT YOUR FAULT?! A true Malfoy would never consider others' feelings! A true Malfoy wouldn't fall to the ground in pain! A true Malfoy .perfect!'' Lucius snapped. Draco was scared, but that didn't stop him from defending himself. ''A true father wouldn't expect his son to BE PERFECT!'' Draco shot back, his cheeks red with anger. Lucius glared. He raised a fist and punched Draco in the nose. Draco groaned and held a hand to his nose, which was now bleeding. ''I'll deal with you later.'' Lucius snapped. And with a puff of smoke, he was gone.
Draco took his regular seat next to Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table, holding a cloth to his still bloody nose. ''Draco, what happened?'' Goyle asked when he saw the cloth covered in blood. Draco shook his head. ''Spell gone wrong. Forget about it.'' He responded as he took a sip of pumpkin juice. Goyle knew Draco was lying but he knew it best not to argue. He turned his attention back to his lunch and began poking at it with a fork. At the Gryffindor table, Harry kept shooting suspicious glances at Draco. ''Why is Draco bleeding?'' He questioned. Ron looked at Harry in confusion. ''Since when do you care about him?'' Ron asked. Harry shook his head. ''I don't. It just seems a little strange, don't you think?'' Harry asked, still glancing at Draco. ''Harry, he probably just got a spell wrong. Remember when Ron accidently cast the slug-vomiting charm on himself?'' Hermione responded. Ron turned red thinking of the memory. ''Well, yeah. But that was only because his wand was ruined. I don't Draco is stupid enough to snap his own wand.'' Ron glared at the word 'stupid' but Harry and Hermione pretended not to notice this. ''Trust me, Harry. He's fine. He is a Slytherin, after all.'' Hermione said. Harry nodded. But deep down inside, he knew that Draco was not fine. And he needed to tell an adult.