[a/n] Forgot about 1995 Casper. Ahh... Christina Ricci!

[a/n]magitechreview of SoHDD#98 said this was neededthe Malfoy name nosediving…Draco has the cunning of a rock…Narcissa can finally talk some sence into his thick skull.

Harry Does Different CCCLIV

Why Don't You Prove It II

"You will remember, my son, not only are you a Malfoy" Narcissa spoke to Draco in a private voice "you are a descendant of the Moste Ancient and Moste Noble House of Black. You will uphold those noble traditions."

The now Third Year offered a formal kiss on the cheek replying "Of course, Mother. I am now titular Head of House Malfoy, though of course I recognize your regency. I will retain our place in society while at Hogwarts and increase it upon attaining majority."

"Go now." She commanded, though her tone was soft. Softer than anyone who knew Malfoys only by reputation would believe.

Draco entered the Hogwarts Express full of the same noble arrogance he had in 1991. It was only slightly offensive to his sensibilities that he was pulling his own trunk, it would not last past finding his lifelong servants. He did so within minutes "Crabbe! Goyle! You should have been seeking me!"

"My father gave specific instructions" Vincent had been telling his friend just moments before "Malfoy no longer deserves our loyalty."

Greg shook his head "My family is in no position to offend them when we owe them so much."

"Lucius is in no position to collect." Pointed out Vincent. He was quite shrewd, well after things had been explained to him "My orders are to befriend Potter."

"Here Draco!" Greg jumped to his feet on hearing the blonde's voice "Allow me to help you with that."

Malfoy allowed his trunk to thump on the floor and nodded his permission. He glared at his other gang member, tone commanding "Well? What're you just sitting there for?"

"I'm not your grunt anymore, Draco." Vincent said, sounding almost intelligent. Then ignoring him "Come on Greg. We don't need him."

The younger Goyle turned on him "He just told me, he's gonna buddy up to Potter."

"WHAT!" Draco was outraged "How DARE you?"

Greg stood, slowly, menacingly invaded the smaller boy's personal space. Looking down, he sneered "Father's orders. Wat'cha gonna do 'bout it, shrimp?"

"Get out!" commanded Crabbe. He then gave a forearm blow to the back of his former friend and shoved harshly.

Draco offered a curt nod of approval and spoke in Latin "Sic simper proditorem!" at the uncomprehending expression he sighed and, without commenting on the obvious stupidity, translated more-or-less "All traitors pay."

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"Wonder how Malfoy's getting on." Ron looked positively gleeful.

Harry didn't roll his eyes, barely. While enjoying his victory over Lucius, the Burrow had been a bit tiresome after the 100th such comment. Hermione did voice it though "You said the same about thirty times before summer break, Ronald. Honestly, gloating is in bad taste."

"Pish." Countered Ron without any heat. That was when the compartment door slid open. Unlike previous years, it was not a harsh shove but when the intruder was revealed he ignored that detail, snapping "Wha'd'yu want Crabbe? You doing here without your boss?"

The big Slytherin nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait, Vincent." said Hermione, surprising her friends, her tone compassionate "What happened to your eye?"

There was a minor cut on his nose and the beginnings of a bruise. He touched it, winced and snapped "Nothing!"

"Come in, sit down." She touched his arm and tugged enough to bring him back in. Ignoring the boys' looks, she noted "Why are you dragging your trunk?"

Expression hardening he answered "I was obeying my father when Goyle…thought he was my friend…punched me in the head."

"He was the one who spoke out so loudly against Lucius at his trial." Harry was suddenly more interested.

Ron feigned more interest in Scabbers to not address the Slytherin. Hermione studied the injury a bit "I read about the spell that could help. May I? Episky!"

"Didn't ask when you pointed a wand at my head." Quipped Harry, earning a snigger from Ron and a withering glare from Hermione.

Vincent first touched his eye gingerly, then patted the side of his face "Not as good as Madam Pomfrey, but thanks Granger."

"Nobody's as good as Madam Pomfrey." Said Harry with emphasis, but a grin. The ride was more-or-less pleasant.

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Changes had occurred in Slytherin that were not to Draco's liking. After, with what he thought was considerable cleverness, he acted "Good job, Goyle, Flint. Not been very Slytherin lately, Crabbe. Associating with blood traitors and Mudbloods?"

"Lemme go!" Vincent struggled against his former friend and the Quidditch captain "Pretty impressive with helpers, Malfoy!"

Draco fired a bludgeoning spell at the traitor and gave a satisfied nod when he grunted in pain "That's no way to speak to your betters."

"Seems I'm better." The big Third Year snarled "My Dad's not in Azkaban for the next hundred years."

Vincent was destined to be one of the largest in the school, and he was big even compared to some Fifth Years, but not when facing a Seventh. Marcus Flint administered a jab to the kidneys.

"That'll earn you a bonus." Draco promised the older boy.

Vincent spat up a bit of blood and growled "One on one. Any time Malfoy."

"Enough of this!" came stentorian female tones "Not very fair odds there Draco. Put him down. Now!"

Draco sneered "Stay out of this Tuttle. You're out of your league."

"Way too slow, boy." She had her wand between Draco's eyes, gesturing for him to drop it "I'm not Head Girl just for my looks. Now, you may have been special for the last couple years, but face it, Malfoy, promising your Daddy's retribution just don't have the same ring to it."

He defended his actions "Crabbe's been hanging around with Mudbloods. Disgrace of Slytherin."

"Perhaps you haven't noticed" her tone was cold "but your former minion has been moving up in the ranks since he associated with Granger. Most Slytherin thing he's done since coming here. You in any pain, Vince?"

He shook his head "No Liz, thanks." As he shrugged off his tormentors he caught Draco with a vicious right cross.

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"But Sev! I am working to maintain my House's place among the elite!" the young Malfoy lord complained.

The Head of Slytherin's voice lashed the student, all but drawing blood "In this castle I am NOT your Godfather! I am your professor! And as either, your actions are unworthy. Of your House here, AND your family."

"It is not your place to make decisions for a Noble House." Spat Draco.

Severus' expression didn't change "You are right, Mr. Malfoy. I am, however, your professor. And as such you will serve detention starting before breakfast, tomorrow. In such, you will compose a letter to your mother detailing your transgressions this week. I should warn you, Narcissa already is expecting your owl. Now get out of my sight!"

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Draco Malfoy was furious at the changes that had come to his well-ordered world where people obeyed him just because of his name. Even Godfather Sev was treating him poorly, objecting to his bringing rebels like Crabbe into line. He'd fully expected the senior prefects and Head Girl to fall into line, though the blood-traitor Head Boy from Gryffindor would probably cause trouble. He fell into a fitful sleep in his bed late that night…And awoke screaming, unable to move.

"Again!" a female voice commanded "Gooooooooood. Hahaaaaaaaaa. More!"

Draco could not see but someone was mercilessly pounding on assorted parts of his body. Chest, arms, legs, belly. The torture seemed endless. He broke down and cried.

"Off you lot go, with my thanks." Said a shadowy figure. Five masked assailants, utterly silent, departed without a clue as to who they might be. The shadow came into the victim's view, holding a towel. The remaining assailant was Daphne Greengrass. She unfurled her towel and allowed a bar of soap to bounce off her victim's belly. With a falsely pleasant smile she said "Good morning, Draco."

The blond boy hurt everywhere. He couldn't hold any one spot long enough to ease his pain before another injury flared. He tried to speak, or yell for help, but nothing came out.

"Why?" she voiced the question he clearly had "This is a warning. See, my little sister Astoria started here this year. She apparently built up a fantasy from my letters …some of which included your tussles with Potter. She came to believe … I don't know how … that you two were fighting for her affections. Perhaps, before your father set a basilisk loose in this school you might have made a worthy match. But no disgraced House, regardless of wealth, is worthy of a Greengrass' attention."

Draco managed to half get to his knees "I'll kill you for this, bitch!"

"Again, that would have been a threat …last year." Daphne wasn't impressed "Consider, there were a total of six of us. Even if you get me, I will be avenged. And you'll never see it coming. Now, outside of ANY kind of violence, you will disabuse my sister of her morbid fascination with you. Get it done in thirty days." She turned her back, removed the various spells immobilizing all Draco's dormmates and departed.