"So, basically you hate mom and don't find her attractive, makes perfect sense." Leo said after listening to the first part of his father's story.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Just listen, I told you, it takes time." He replied leaning back in his chair.

"Now, where were we? Oh, that's right. Second year at Hogwarts..."

Everyone was celebrating Draco becoming the new seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team. He was feeling happy and proud of himself for getting on the team for his own talent. Despite what some might think considering his father bought all of the team new Nimbus 2001 broomsticks in honor of Draco making the team.

Draco knew he was talented, but it's always nice to get some validation and he was the youngest seeker on the Slytherin team in quite a while. He watched as his team each clapped him on the shoulder and thanked him for the new broom. His captain, Marcus Flint, cheering the loudest. "Now, we should have no problem defending the house cup this year! Cheers for our newest seeker, Draco Malfoy!" Flint cheered along with the other members of the team.

They had just finished their first practice of the season and everything looked good. Draco had caught the snitch all times it was released and in record times also. Things were looking good for their team this year.

A couple of days later the team was headed down to the pitch for their extra practices that Marcus wanted to make sure the team melds well. They had been practicing two-three times a week since that first practice and tryouts.

They soon ran into the Gryffindor team who also seemed to be getting ready to practice. Draco drowned out the words spoken between the two captains until Flint mentioned Draco. He smirked as he took in the shocked faces of Potter, Weasley, and Granger.

"Well at least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." Granger said smugly as she glared at him.

His anger flared and before he could stop it the words flew out. "Well no one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood." He snarled. He didn't care at the moment about it. He knew it was a terrible thing to call a muggleborn, but he didn't care.

He knew it hurt her, anyone could see the tears welling in her eyes. "What are you going to hex me Weasley?" he asked watching the boy in question pull out the most god awfully wand Draco had ever seen.

"Eat slugs!" Came the hex, but nothing came of it and instead it backfired on Weasley. Draco laughed with the others as the red head started puking up slugs.

The Slytherin team moved on and Draco fell behind walking slower than the others. He would deny it if anyone asked him, but he really hated himself for calling her that. He knew it would hurt her, but he was so sick of getting inspired by them. Besides those three were nothing. They weren't purebloods, they were meddling and annoying and they got all the attention. Everyone always talked about "The Golden Trio."

He was sick of hearing of them, seeing them, feeling like nothing compared to them. So, he went for the weakest of the three. Sure, Hermione Granger is smart, no one could deny that. However, she was the only girl. Her emotions ran higher than the other two, and that had been obvious to him since he had been observing them for two years now.

His father was always on his back about being the best, and he couldn't be with them. Well he could easily beat Weasley, he was... Common. To say the least. Potter, although he was common at academics, he was stellar in other areas. Not that he would say that to anyone. Whereas, Granger she had the academics. Nobody could or would beat her.

The rest of the day, Draco couldn't focus and his ability for quidditch suffered because of it. One more reason to hate "The Golden Trio." All they did was mess with his life. He was sure to hear about it from his father.

Most of the year passed without too much incident, save for when the Chamber of Secrets was reopened and Malfoy told everyone that Mudbloods would be the next victims, and sure enough Granger was petrified. He didn't mean for it to happen, but that doesn't change the fact that the Mudblood got what was coming to her.

At least that's what he thought at the time. He never once thought that things would change and eventually he would feel terrible for the thoughts he had as a naive twelve year old. The thoughts that just in a few years would wrack him in ways he would really wish he could forget.

"Really, dad? You called her a Mudblood!? How could mom have fallen for you?" Mia exclaimed shaking her head.

"Believe me, if I knew, I wouldn't be running through the whole tale. I definitely wouldn't be telling you this part of the story." Draco knew he would regret telling this part to them. To show what kind of a bad person he was. He never wanted to let his kids know what he used to be.

"You'll find as we get further into this, you might not like me. I just want to remind you I was a naive twelve year old and your grandfather taught me a lot of stuff growing up that should never be taught to anyone in this day and age. I was stupid and at the time I only wanted my father and mothers approval and I wanted them to be proud of me. I'm not that person anymore, and I'm quite ashamed of who I used to be." He replied quietly as he looked at his hands folded together. He had held them together as he told them about his past and had been clenching so hard his fingers became white.

"However, if I didn't act that way, I wouldn't be here with you now, so I don't regret it fully. Just know your mother got back at me many times over the years for the way I treated her then. And I deserved every bit of it." He replied looking up to the faces of his two kids.

His daughter looked very angry, and his son had a look on his face he couldn't really place.

"She better really have got you back." Mia replied red in the face, and Draco chuckled at the reminder of his wife. "You'll see Mia, your mother got me back many times over."

A/N: What did you think? I plan as the chapters go on to have them get a little longer.