Draco Malfoy sat there thinking in a hard daze. He pushed is bangs out of his face, but his hair always fell back on the exact same spot. Draco groaned and felt his head fall back. Draco needed to relax after being put under Cruciatus curse by his father. This however was absolutely normal for Draco. If he made any mistakes during his training, he will be punished until he gets it right. Draco Malfoy was tried. He was tried of being a puppet in the hands of a filthy person who worshippers a man who doesn't have a body of his own. Draco Lucius Malfoy loathed his father.

Lucius Malfoy used to be Draco's hero. Draco always wanted to be like his father, he wanted nothing to arch the Malfoy name. Draco thought that being a Malfoy was the word to him. He thanked Merlin for being a Malfoy, for they have so much power. Lucius, always told young Draco that purebloods are superior. Wizards and witches whose blood is not pure should not study magic. Magic is believed to be a gift, and a gift like that should only be given to people with pure blood. Draco Malfoy always stayed true to his father's words. Never once disobeying what his father taught him about blood. Draco Malfoy believed his father a LEADER, PROTECTOR, and most of all a MALFOY. Draco didn't know how wrong he was. Around the age of 13 Draco found out his father was a slave. 'A Slave? A Malfoy being a Slave? A mere worshipper to an Half-Breed?'. Soon Draco came to see his father abusing his dear mother Narcissa. Lucius put everything he believed in on the line for dear old Voldemort.

Draco Malfoy did not wish to be a death eater. Draco did not want to be his father's puppet, nor did he wish to be his father pet. Why couldn't Draco Lucius Malfoy just be himself? Why did he have to be a death eater? Why does he have to be his father's shadow?. All these thoughts surrounded in Draco's head. Draco pressed his hands against his face and groaned. Lucius didn't even care that he was head-boy. All Lucius said was that 'That Filthy Mudblood girl still beat you! Have you no shame that, that Mudblood beats you at everything? You disgust me boy! Crucio!.' A tear ran down Draco's cheek. Draco would have thought that it would be very funny if this was happening to Potter. 'Saint Potter's life is perfect, its guarded by mostly everyone! He doesn't know how lucky he's got it. He's lucky he has no parents! No one to torture him! No one to make him become a slave? What was the difference between Draco Lucius Malfoy and a house elf? Nothing!' Draco was head-boy. The title all the seventh years at Hogwarts would want. But what happens when Draco Malfoy gets it? He gets hit with an unforgivable curse! How pathetic.

Draco was done, and he felt angry! 'All because of this stupid mudblood! God I hate her! That mudblood and her damn fuck buddies! I bet that stupid bitch is even head-girl! God how I hate her!' The thought of Hermione Granger sends fire through his brain. Everything she did was better than Draco. 'How I loathe her!' Draco also hated the fact that she actually looked like a female now. Before the only way you could tell her apart from Potty and Weasel was the brown broom on her head. Draco thought that she did get rather good looking. 'What am I thinking! That filthy mudblood is a whore! She is a mudwhore! Nothing else. She used magic to make her self attractive that's all! How could a mudblood like her look good? Stupid good-looking mudblood! She made herself pretty for Potty and Weasel. Everyone knows she is fucking them both! NMS! Nasty Mudblooded Slut! Why am I even thinking about her! What in Merlin's name is wrong with me!' Draco Malfoy wondered how he was going to survive this whole year with Hermione Granger. As Draco was thinking he heard a knock o his door.

"Get out you filthy creature!" yelled Draco, while he threw a glass bottle near the door.

"You...ng Mas...ter, Mas...ter...wis..hed...to...see...you...sir..." stuttered the house elf in the verge of tears.

"You filthy elf! Leave! I will get there when I am there! Now LEAVE!" screamed Draco.

Minnie, the house elf scurried down the stairs in the west wing of the Malfoy Manor. Draco groaned once again as he got up. His whole body was still aching from the horrid attack by his dear father. He headed out of the west wing into the formal living room.

When Draco arrived at the living room in the Malfoy Manor, Draco looked at his father. 'Pity, how could he call himself a Malfoy when he is licking at a half-breeds feet?' Draco loathed his father as much as he loathed the-boy-who-refused-to-die. Lucius was sitting on the fancy mahogany couches with a disgusting grin upon his pale face. Lucius looked at Draco and tried to smile which came out as a sneer.

"My...Son...I have spoken to The Dark Lord" stuttered Lucius.

"Father I.." Draco tried to speak but was cut of by Lucius.

"No! No son! Don't speak! He still finds you unworthy! You need more training son" hissed Lucius.

"Does it involve you torturing me for you're pleasure? Huh? You sick bastard!" growled Draco.

"Did I teach you to talk to your father like that Draco? Huh? ANSWER ME!" You insolent prat!" snarled Lucius.

"I'll speak to you however I please. I am a Malfoy, I do not take orders! And don't you dare talk about respect! I would respect you if you were a fucking father. But you're not! Normal father's don't force their children to become house-elf's! Normal fathers do not beat and abuse their children! Since you are an abnormal father... I am an abnormal son! I am proud to say that I am Draco Mother Fucking Malfoy, son of a BITCH! A bitch who crawls and kisses a disgusting murderers feet!" scream Draco at the top of his lungs.

"Why you disgusting little rat! You're worse than Pettigrew! CRUCIO!" hissed Lucius.

Draco screamed in pain. It felt like his body was being stabbed with a 1000 knives. Each inch of his body is getting stabbed. But no blood. Just severe pain. The whites of Draco's eyes were becoming burning red, his stormy grey eyes full of tears. As the pain subsided his lay on the floor whimpering.

Lucius walked out the door.

Draco clenched his fist and murmured "I will never be a Death Eater! I will payback everything you ever did! I will make you suffer, I will make you squirm like that bastard and slave you really are. That's a Malfoy's Promise!" Draco fainted.