Back again. I still don't get why you're reading this, when I so plainly asked you not to. Hello, do you speak the English language? Do you not understand? What is it? Ugh. My life's not that interesting. Not at all.

Whatever, I decided that I'm not gonna write flashback, Just going to write my life story.

Most would think that we would wear robes starting at a young age-but little do they know. Our first robes are bought when we get an acceptance letter to a Wizarding School. Wizards and Witches know this of course, except mudbloods-Oops, sorry, I Meant Muggleborns.

I'll put this down once, and only once. I don't hate Witches and Wizards who come from muggle families, I just seem to because of my father.

But I remember the first time I was going to buy my first set of robes. My mother took me of course, my dad was way too busy for me with his work at the ministry and all. Not that I ever minded much, less time of being redecorated in black and blue. My mother is much more loving and kind than my father, and she didn't want to be a Death Eater, but she was pressured into it.

I was getting measured for my robes with my arms spread in such a manner that reminded me of an eagle, when my mother stepped out saying she had some errands to run. She was hardly gone two minutes when I heard the door being opened again.

I looked at the door, slightly putting my arms down, with an annoyed sigh from Madam, before jerking them back up. At the door, I saw a tiny bloke who looked to be about my age, fidgeting nervously. As Madam finished up with me, I started talking to the kid about Hogwarts. From his confused expression, I could guess that he most likely lived with muggles, but he told me he wasn't Muggleborn himself. While waiting for my mother to come back, I held out my hand in offering to the other kid.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." I'd said.

He looked a bit hesitant to shake my hand, and before he could, I saw my father waiting for me. I muttered a goodbye that may not have been heard as I rushed out of the shop.

My dad asked me to whom I was speaking, I couldn't answer him properly, and he looked outraged at that.

"That better not have been a stupid mudblood," he spat. "Especially since I saw you extend your hand to him."

I froze for a second, and looked in the window. I saw the guys unruly jet black hair, set with his emerald green eyes sparkling like diamonds, under the most hideous pair of glasses I had ever seen. "Of course not father. For Merlins sake. That was a half blood," I said randomly, not sure if that was true or not.

As we started walking, he muttered something low so I could just barely make it out. "It's going to hurt tonight. Hurt like never before.

And hurt it did.