Hi i still don't own HP :(

Oh and there's a mention of violence in this chapter i did't want to go into detail cos it upsets me.
I apologize for my terrible writing skills...

This is a filler chapter that I wrote just to give a bit of introduction to Draco's character. This is featuring a young Draco. This isn't the planned second chapter, which will be up on Monday next week.
I've decided to release the planned chapters on Mondays and then put out small filler's to give a bit of backstory on Thursdays.
Thanks for the Review Devi it's kind of what inspired me to write this bit.

"We must always pity the Muggles. They do not have the intelligence that we do, as such they cannot learn magic like we can. However they have this power called electricity. It means they can control lightning and make it do what they will. They can make people appear in small boxes for their entertainment. They can also talk to people on the other side of the world using small pieces of metal." Narcissa told her son.
"How does it work mummy? I want to watch the small people."
"I don't know Draco; it must be a form of magic that we haven't discovered yet. Maybe one day you can be friends with a Muggle-born and they can show you."
"What's a Muggle-born?"
"It's a special witch or wizard whose parents don't know magic"
"You mean a Mudblood mummy. They're called Mudbloods. And you don't be nice to the Mudbloods. They don't deserve our attention. That's what father said"
"Draco! You must never call them Mudbloods it's very mean, and if you want to be friends with them you can. If you ever see a Muggle-born you say hello."
"Narcissa what is the meaning of this". Lucius entered the room. His eyes seemed to grow darker as he walked towards his wife and son.
"Quick Draco, that's enough stories for you, run to bed now." Narcissa took the boy off her lap and pushed him in the direction of the door.
"But Mummy-"
"Now Draco." His father's voice bounced off the walls making it seem louder.
Draco ran out the room pulling the door behind him. 'Now I can peek through the keyhole' he thought. Draco put his eye to the hole to see what was happening. He quickly pulled his head away when he saw what was happening.
"You. Do. Not. Disobey. Me." Lucius said, punching his wife between each word. "My son will not sympathise with the filth, and you will not encourage him to."
Not knowing what to do Draco ran up to his room, hoping to forget the whole incident. The little boy swore he would not forgive his father for what he had done. Draco never got another story.

"Right Draco and what do you do if you see a Mudblood?".
"Say Hello?" the young boy asked.
These small ways of defying his father gave Draco a sense of victory.
"No Draco. You only ever be nice to the purebloods. Mudbloods are filthy; they have been raised by Muggles and do not deserve the attention of people like us" This had become a mantra. I would make Draco repeat it every night before bed, but my son just wasn't picking it up. My stupid Mudblood-sympathising wife had got it into my son's head that it was okay to be nice to Muggles and their magical offspring.
Draco was due to start Hogwarts in a few days and I'm beginning to run out of time. I've tried really hard this week to turn Draco into my son, not his mother's. I took him shopping and showed him what it really means to be a Malfoy. I bought him gifts that only rich people like us can afford. I need him to know right from wrong. For it has come to my attention that the 'boy who lived' is joining Hogwarts this year and I need Draco to be his friend. We can't let him fraternize with the Mudbloods and the Traitors. He must be "one of us".

It was the night before I was due to leave for Hogwarts. All week my father had been with me. He took me shopping for my robes and we got my wand sorted. It was interesting to see the reactions of normal people to my father. I don't see him often, he's always at work or in his study, but when we were out together I could see people were stopping to look at us. I never got this kind of attention when I was out with my mum. I missed my mum. It had been many months since I got to spend an afternoon with her. My father made me spend time with other children my age instead. It was usually only two complete idiots but occasionally a girl would come to play. There was four of us; me, Crab and Goyle and Pansy Parkinson. Of all of them Pansy was probably the only one I could consider my friend. My father was quick to remind me that I would not be able to spend a lot of time with Pansy because she was a girl and she would sleep in the girl's dorm when we got to Hogwarts. Hence I spent most of my days sitting in a stuffy room making idle conversation with fat idiot and skinny idiot.

I can't wait to get to Hogwarts. Months on end without having to see my father, it will be great. I was intrigued to see the boy who lived. I had managed to get hold of the paper this morning on my way to Kings Cross and the front page was filled with information about him, no pictures though. Two facts from the article had peaked my interest 'Did you know he has been raised by muggles', 'did you know that he has a lightning bolt scar'. I wondered if he knew the secrets of the small box people. It was no surprise to me that he was coming as my father informed me last night over dinner. He made it clear to me that I was to be his friend, I was to show him that being a pureblood was right and being a Mudblood was wrong. I'm torn about what I'll actually do. I don't want to anger my father in case he does something to my mum, but I don't want to be his puppet. I won't be his puppet.

Arriving at the platform my father quickly pushes me towards Crab and Goyle and then wanders off to see their parents. Our fathers all stand in the corner of the platform as I suggest we get on the train and find a carriage. Crab and Goyle get on the train and I turn around to have one last look around, trying to remember how it felt to be leaving my fathers grasp. I watch as a ginger kid comes onto the platform. He walks up to a kid with messy black hair and glasses and starts to talk. I know that the ginger kid is a Weasley. I've already learnt the names of all the purebloods, traitors included, at my father's insistence. I take one quick look at my father to fuel my hatred for the next few months and I see him look at the messy kid hanging out with the Weasleys. He looks at me as tilts his head towards the group. "Him" he mouths.
I pretend not have noticed and get on the train, to look for Crab and Goyle.
I need time to prepare for my introduction to the Potter child.

Right so last time i kinda used this bit to give a bit of a spoiler so i'll do the same again this time.
this is a BIG spoiler.

"My father always told me you were the bad guys. But i love you Hermione and I'd join the bad guys, just for you".