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Welcome to Hogwarts Draco

Introducing Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy sat at the dinner table with his mother. They were both waiting for his father and Draco knew that was never something good. Lucius was never late. The man thought being late was worse then not showing up at all, which didn't make any sense to Draco, but who was he to argue. Finally Draco and Narcissa heard the Floo going in the Floo room and seconds later Lucius stepped into the luxurious dinning room. His robes were carelessly flung at a house elf as Lucius flung himself heavily onto an armchair a few feet away from the table were Draco and his mother were sitting. Narcissa and her son were looking worriedly at Lucius who suddenly sighed deeply before getting up and walking towards his family. He sat down across from Narcissa and to the right of his son.

"Narcissa... Draconis... there is something I have to tell you. I made an investment a few years back and... it literary went up in flames this morning. We- no I lost us about ¾ of our whole fortune. I'm afraid we will have to cut back on some things." Draco's eyebrows shot up. ¾ may not be all that much compared to all the money they had even if it was a rather high sum of money, but it sure would take away some "unnecessary" luxuries. Narcissa looked at her husband with worried eyes, what would this mean for them exactly? Had they lost the manor or part of the land? 'That would still be acceptable.' she thought wearily. 'As long as my family is still intact, we can overcome such minor problems as loosing a manor which can easily be re-purchased at a later time. Lucius took another deep breath before speaking once again.

"Not much will have to change since we rarely even use the money which I lost, but such things as the new house elves and Draco's private tutoring will have to go. Hogwarts is cheaper then Mr. Thompson and we will have to take advantage of that. At least Draco will still have a half descent schooling." Draco winced. There was a good reason he didn't go to Hogwarts in the first place, but now nothing can be done about it. "I'm sure the news will be in the Prophet by tomorrow, but we must not let anyone see how it is effecting us."

Draco nodded before standing up and looking at his father. "I understand and I realise that if I am to be going to Hogwarts on September 1st I will have to go shopping for books and such. Would you accompany me to Diagon Alley tomorrow, father? That would surely be a good way to show ourselves with our head held high." Lucius let a rarely seen smile grace his lips. Yes. Draco had surely grown in the last five years. When he had been eleven, the boy surely would have thrown a monumental fit if this news had reached his ears.

Flashback (Five years ago)

Lucius watched his eleven-year-old son in front of the fire place as he ordered the house elves around like his personal slaves. He could hardly believe that he had not seen how utterly spoiled his little Draco had become. It was of course his and Narcissa's fault for spoiling the boy rotten. The sound of his wife approaching tore the wizard's gaze from his son to the entrance of the sitting room. He smiled at her and got up from his place on the armchair to greet his wife with a kiss.

"Narcissa you look gorgeous today my love." She smiled and gave her husband a light kiss on the lips."Thank you, love. And you look as handsome as ever." She giggled a little as she watched her husband smile brighter. However Lucius' gaze soon turned serious and he took his wife's hand as he led her to the nearby study. Narcissa looked a little worried, but sat down and waited patiently for her husband to explain his behaviour. Lucius heaved a sigh before starting. "I think it would be best if Draco not attend Hogwarts."

Narcissa's eyes widened. "Why ever not, Lucius?" "I think we spoiled the poor boy far too much for him to accept sharing a living space with so many others. Others he will not be able to order around like the house elves. I am not saying that we raised him wrongly, but perhaps we should have stopped granting his every wish when he hit a certain age." As much as it pained Narcissa to admit it, Lucius was right. Draco was a very spoiled child and would surely have a rough awakening should he be thrust into an environment such as Hogwarts head first. She turned to look at her son with a sad expression on her face.

Her heart ached thinking about her own little Dragon like that, but Lucius certainly had a point. "I understand and I think your right." She said in a small defeated voice. "A private tutor than?" Narcissa asked quietly her head turning slightly towards her husband. Lucius nodded. "Yes, that was my idea as well."

End flashback

Lucius nodded at his son with a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes. I will be accompanying you Draco. It will be my pleasure." 'Yes, this time around Draconis would surely not have any problems. As long as no one mentions my mistakes. He is still so very protective of his family.' Lucius thought, pride swelling in his chest. He and Narcissa had raised a good boy. Even if he had his small flaws. But doesn't everyone?

…

Anyone and everyone was staring and Draco was starting to feel a little self-conscious. Perhaps the day after they had lost most of their fortune was not the best time to go shopping. Even if it was for school. He could even hear them whisper sometimes. Things such as 'Would you look at that. Even now they still feel the need to throw out the rest of their money.' and 'Do they even have money left?'. And it was starting to piss Draco off. Big time. "Calm yourself, Draco. This was expected to happen."

Draco looked at his father and nodded shortly before setting his eyes straight again and walking on. Out of the corner of his eye Draco could see Harry Potter staring at him. He had seen his photo in the Prophet lately due to his parents' divorce. Draco found the boy quite interesting. 'Not to mention bloody hot' his mind kindly threw in. Even though Draco didn't even know the boy it hurt to see him gawking at them like the others. One would assume he would know what it was like to have such family problems exposed to the whole of the wizarding world. Just then Potter walked right into a pole knocking himself to the ground.

A laugh passed the lips of the man who was now helping the boy up. His father, James Potter, Draco realised just as he and his father entered Madame Malkins. The old woman looked up at the sound of her door opening and immediately smiled kindly at them. "Mr. Malfoy, how good it is to see you again. And young Draco. I have not seen you since your last fitting seven months ago." Draco smiled at her. He had always liked the woman. "Madame, it is always a pleasure to see you." She placed a hand over her heart and looked at his father while putting a hand on his arm. "You have raised such a kind and mannered son, Mr. Malfoy." Lucius smiled and thanked her as she ushered Draco onto one of the podiums to take his measurements.

"Draco will be needing a Hogwarts uniform only today, madam. A blank one please." Madame Malkin looked at Lucius and smiled a little. "Very well. One uniform and a new cloak for your wife. On the house." Lucius' smile dropped. "Madam-" "Oh Lucius, my boy. Learn to take a gift with grace. You may try to pay me back, but I will not be taking money from you today. Understood." Draco his his laughter behind his hand; very poorly. He had never seen anyone but his mother chastise his father in that manner before. Lucius sighed deeply. "Very well. You win this time madam." She smiled and went back to measuring Draco's legs. All Draco could think about however was Harry Potter. Nature had been more then kind to the boy. Those arms and legs and... damn those lips... those lips which were begging Draco to kiss them.

But then there was the rude awakening that Potter was just like the rest of them. Gawking at the newest scandal. Never minding that this was merely the scandal following their own. Never minding that he felt just as badly about it as Potter surely had when he had found out about his parents divorce. All the stares had Draco boiling with rage, but Potters had frozen his heart. If only for a second.

(a short while later)

"I shall have everything ready in two hours, Mr. Malfoy." She looked up from her measurements and smiled at the two. Lucius nodded his head and bid Madam Malkin a good day. Draco nodded kindly at the old witch and followed his father silently. They went on to buy Draco the books and potion ingredients he would need for the school year as well as four month's worth of parchment and ink. All the while Draco was constantly looking out for Potter. Perhaps he could catch one last glance of the boy before returning to the harsh reality that he was no different than anyone else. Once they had everything they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch while they waited for Draco's uniform to be done. And then it happened.

As they entered Draco saw the Potter boy again with his father. They were sitting in a nearby booth talking about Quidditch and other things Draco could not bother to listen to while he watched the raven-haired boy talk enthusiastically with his father. He truly was a beauty to look at. A chuckle to the right of him turned his gaze from Potter to his father. "Honestly Draco. You look like a stalker." Draco could feel his face being flushed and turned his gaze to the tabletop in front of him. "I have no idea what you are talking about, father."

Lucius merely chuckled again and, thankfully, dropped the subject. Draco glanced at Potter again from the corner of his eye, only to see the boy making his way to the Floo. 'Damn. That's one fine-' "You're doing it again." Once again Draco felt himself flush deeply while his father's eyes sparkled with mirth. His father's eyes certainly weren't allowed to look this gleeful. Dammit all to hell.

…

Draco and Lucius returned to the manor an hour after that and Draco could still not get Potter out of his mind. 'What is so special about him that I cannot seem to concentrate on anything else?' Draco resumed his musing while Lucius watched his son closely. 'He's got it bad for the Potter boy.' He thought amusedly. Perhaps it was high time he got to know James Potter better. The two found Narcissa in the south sitting room with a cup of tea and a good book in her hand. She looked up and smiled at them as soon as she heard them enter the warmly decorated sitting room.

"How was your shopping trip?" She asked nicely in an even voice. Lucius smiled and sat down across from her. "Lovely. Madam Malkin has sent you a present and our dear son spent half the time staring at a boy's rather firm behind." Draco's face turned a deep red colour and he stared at his father; appalled. "FATHER! I most certainly did not." He quickly looked from his father to his mother. "Mother do not believe a word he is saying. He obviously drank to much wine at the Leaky." Narcissa laughed a little at their behaviour and shook her head lightly. It was good to see her two boys joking around like nothing had changed. But it had and the jury was still out on the verdict concerning their family all though looking at her family now, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

…

In the evening Lucius sat in his study reading a book when a knock sounded on the door. He placed a bookmark between the pages and set the book down before turning to face the door. "Enter." The door opened and a house elf entered quickly. The creature bowed down deeply before carrying a letter to the desk, before it vanished with a pop. Lucius looked at the letter. It was addressed to him from Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Lucius quickly opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy

Your request to have your son, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, join Hogwarts as a sixth year is hereby granted. He will be sorted upon arriving with the other students on September 1st. Enclosed you will find a list of all the requirements.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Lucius sighed happily. At least all that shopping had not been for nothing.

…

On September 1st Draco and his father stood in the foyer of Malfoy manor waiting for Narcissa. Draco had his trunk packed and ready to go ten minutes ago when his mother remembered to take her camera with her. After all they still did not have a picture of their Dragon going to Hogwarts. Draco had blushed lightly at the mention of his childhood nickname and dreaded the pictures thoroughly. As his mother finally came back to the foyer, sadly with the torture instrument commonly called a camera, and they were off via portkey to King's Cross Station.

When they arrived there were already a lot of students running around with their trunks and parents. Some looked oddly at them while others, such as the Weasleys (only Molly and Ron (sorry Ron is not one of my favourite characters)), looked rather appalled that they were there. Though Draco paid those people no heed. He was there to finish his education, not to be gawked at. A flash from behind made Draco's cheeks take on a rose colour. Damn his mother. Did she have to be so embarrassing at times? He turned around to see his mother snapping on photo after the other while his father watched Draco's embarrassment with amusement. Damn his father, too. He took his trunk from his father and put it with the others which were being loaded onto the train while his mother snapped away with enthusiasm leaving Draco's cheeks flushed with colour.

Draco turned back to his parents and smiled at them. "Mother, father. I shall see you at Yule." His mother's eyes slightly filled with tears and she embraced him lightly. "You be good and write. Every week. Do you hear me?" Draco smiled. "Yes, of course mother." His father gave him a firm hug as well and Draco turned back to the train. With one last look at his parents over his shoulder he made his way to the train tor and stepped on board.

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Walking through the train Draco saw a lot of pure blood children he had known when he was younger, though he had no desire to speak to any of them at his point. He barely knew them now. And there were others, such as the Parkinson girl, he did not want to get to know once again. It was enough having to see her at every other ministry function. So Draco kept walking in the hopes of finding an empty compartment on the train. Near the end of it the compartments became less populated and at the very end there was one which seemed unoccupied. But as it would turn out it was not.

A/N: Chapter two: done! Hope you liked the knew chapter. In chapter three Harry and Draco will finally actually meet one another. It WILL be awkward... I promise...;D Tell me what you think...

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