Draco awoke; his green eyes snapped open. It was August 31st- the last day of the school holidays and Draco had managed to battle through it quite alone. He hadn't see Crabbe or Goyle; and neither had he any desire to have seen them. He glanced over at the clock and it was already midday. His school work, all already packed, his new school books, piled neatly into his trunk (with still the warm, musty smell of Flourish and Blotts upon them) He pushed his heavy quilt off his bed, and automatically walked into the en-suite shower room and after puling his tattered tee and yesterdays boxers off, he stepped into a warm shower. He walked back into his room once he had finished and pulled on his black jeans and red tee with little effort. He swept out of his room and along the corridor
"Draco," boomed a familiar voice from the Study. Draco took an abrasive breath in and walked into the Study
"Yes Father," Lucius turned around in a menacing manner.
"You are to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow that is correct?"
"Yes Father,"
"Are you looking forward to going back to School son?"
"It will be Pleasant to see Slytherin, Father." Draco replied mechanically.
"Now now Draco- you cannot be discriminative to other Equals in different houses especially in these times of much darkness." He drawled with a smug grin on his face. Draco knew exactly what that meant; he was having his own little joke. His Father was the darkness in these times, he was to do with he-who-must-not-be-named, and anyone with any common sense could see that. Draco felt like spitting at him. "Although I do question sending you to such a dishonourable school. Full to the brim of No Good Mudbloods and that Dumbledore to see over it all," Lucius carried on "No wonder you are turning out to be an Anti Social bastard," Draco felt a rush of anger surge through him
"Go to Hell you DeathEater," spat Draco. The room fell into uncomfortable silence and Lucius stood there, rage imprinted onto his face. Draco turned around to walk out the room but felt a sharp, painful slap around the back of his head. He fell helplessly to the floor, bashing the corner of his left eye on a Bookshelf as he fell. He felt pain surge and swirl around his head and felt his Father pounce violently onto his back, pinning him to the floor
"You ever and I mean ever insult me again you'll get more than a hit around the head you hear me?" hissed his Father. Draco remained silent. "You hear me?" screamed his Father into Dracos Ear, Draco nodded vigorously. Lucius pushed Dracos head to the ground, and stormed fiercely out of the study
"Shit," Draco cursed to himself as he drew his hand up to his throbbing eye. He looked at his fingers and they had blood dripping down them from his eye. Draco stumbled into his room and slammed he door aggressively, running straight to his bathroom and gathering tissues that he placed over his bleeding eye. Draco carried on cursing to himself, anger storming inside of him. Draco lashed out suddenly, hitting everything off his desk in one hurl of his arm. He kicked the table leg in remorse and cut through the air with his fists. 'I… can't… take… this… anymore…' circled through his mind endlessly, rage, remorse, hurt, pain, kicking everything inside him around. Draco collapsed onto his bed, his fists clenching handfuls of his ash blonde hair in frustration and he screamed as loudly as his heart desired.
Draco lay lifelessly on his bed for what must have been an hour. Everything inside him, every little piece of scum, and hurt was rippling right through him and tears of livid desperation welled in his gaze. 'This is what I have made myself, this is who I am. A Malfoy,' he told himself 'The Deatheating, Dark, Evil… Slytherin. And tomorrow, I'm back at Hogwarts. Back to my image, back to my attitude, back to my way of thinking… but I'm not back to me. I hate this. I hate my whole existence' Draco sighed heavily; he walked over to the mirror and looked at his eye. It wasn't too bad… a small cut and a dark bruise had emerged but it would be gone in a week. Draco glanced over to his door where his trunk, and his broom sat, waiting patiently to leave this prison and back to Hogwarts.
"Why have I changed so much?" he asked his reflection out loud.
"We all grow up don't we dearest," wheezed the mirror back to him. Draco stared at his stony cold grey eyes 'But what about inside…' he thought. 'Just this summer,' he thought to himself, 'My whole outlook on everything has changed. My Father is so… cruel. I never saw it before, I just saw him, my wonderful father who does what he has to do for himself. But now… And the thought of going back to the Slytherin house; back to the cold, stony dungeon full of manipulative, cruel intentions… it seems worse than any other fate in the world right now.' Draco fell to the floor, staring blankly and began to sob.
Authors Note: PLEASE R & R! pleeeease.
Okay… I know it is taking a while to get into this but I really want to try and set the scene, and differ the way Draco thinks a bit before any major plot begins but I promise that something will Happen in Chapter 3. While I am writing I listen to music and I just thought I better give a bit of credit to InMe as their songs kind of remind me of how Draco feels. Especially Neptune and Underdose so if you want a bit more of an insight J check out those lyrics. (www.azlyrics.com)