Hidden Agenda

Blithley-Imagine :: well thank you! Here's another chapter for you to devour. I have another one, but I'm being mean and not posting them at the same time! MUAHAHAHA. And you're going to just LOVE my next chapter! (refer to your first review for a clue)

Lover of the Dragon :: No probs mate (I'm Australian, bite me, tee hee hee) Here's more!

Mrs Harry Potter :: I can't use the werewolf thing, YOU used the werewolf thing!!!!!!!! That would be stealing! (Not technically, but u know) Anyway, I already have one unnatural being (THE VAMPIRE!) which I think is enough.

Morbane :: (if ure reading this, sorry I forgot to put this in chapter 2) Draco calls Lucius his father only when hes talking to him or about him to someone else. When simply stating things he either refers to him as his step-father or Lucius. In my explanation of how he became a vampire, Draco was referring to his REAL father when he said "Father had to sit down", not Lucius. Does it make more sense now?

A/N Words in bold text occur when Draco is thinking (other than the title, of course).

Chapter Three :: Breaking Family Ties

There are a few moments from my life, which stand out more than most. When I was bitten, when my father died, when mother remarried. And one of the more recent ones. The day I met the ever so famous Harry Potter.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Kings Cross Station - September 1st 1997 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Draco tried hard not to sneer at the mass of muggles that jostled against him as he tried to force his way towards the barrier that separated him from the Wizarding world where he belonged.

Lucius prodded him hard in the back. "Don't look like such a bloody snot. Smile." He forced an unnatural looking grin onto his own face.

Draco followed suit but couldn't quite manage to make it look like the grin he'd been hoping for. He settled for a lopsided scowl and kept walking. They reached the barrier.

"Ladies first," Draco said with a small bow, to his mother. She smiled and leaned nonchalantly on the railing. She disappeared from view, the black bag in her hand going with her.

"Make it quick, boy. I don't have all day." Lucius muttered, the supposed grin vanishing from his face, to be replaced with his customary sneer.

Draco turned his back on the man who had ruined his life and walked straight through the barrier, not caring who saw him. He walked quickly towards his mother who stood waiting with a woman Draco had seen before, but never met. There was a boy his age with her, with deep black spiky hair and blue eyes. He was looking, with little interest, at a rather unattractive girl with lots of pimples who was running backwards and forwards across the platform, apparently chasing a bright green rat. He turned as Draco reached the group and gave a half smile.

"Draco this is Helga Zabini and her son Blaise. He's starting at Hogwarts this year too." Narcissa gave Draco a prod in the small of his back. "Talk to him," she whispered, bending down to take the birdcage that housed his owl, Michka, from his left hand.

Draco opened his mouth to say hello when a loud familiar voice bellowed, "CRABBE! GOYLE! OVER HERE, NOW!" He groaned and shook his head. Trust his stepfather to be a lazy prick and not carry the luggage he'd insisted on bringing through the barrier, well aware that Draco was capable of pushing a trolley a handling a few measly bags and a trunk.

Blaise grinned. "That your father?" He asked, pointing in the general direction of Lucius and his cronies.

"Stepfather." Draco said, walking towards the train. "But I wish he wasn't. Insensitive asshole that he is." He disappeared into the carriage.

Blaise stood patiently on the platform, and watched a bunch of raggedly dressed red heads walk past, babbling loudly, followed by a skinny boy with black hair and glasses. "Nerd," he said, not quietly.

"You say something Blaise?" Draco asked, reappearing. He jumped back down onto the platform.

"Kid with black hair, glasses. Skinny. Nerd. And all by himself too. What a shame," Blaise mocked. "Put your stuff in the first compartment?"

"Yeah."

They watched while Crabbe and Goyle, two very unappealing, rather large men wrestled Draco's trunk onto the train, followed by Lucius, who carried the bird cage at arms length, a sinister expression on his pale face.

Draco turned and walked back to where his mother stood, a sad smile on her face. "I'm going to get on the train now," he said quietly.

"Oh Draco. Be careful. I don't want any letter home, you hear me?" She mock scolded, a pulled him in for a hug.

He wrapped him arms around her tightly, momentarily, then let go and ran to the train. He stood in the carriage doorway and waved to his mother, who waved back and bit her lip.

The whistle blew. The train slowly began to move. The Hogwarts express was on its way.

Draco and Blaise were joined by two overgrown lumps that resembled eleven year olds.

"Vincent Crabbe," grunted the one on the left.

"Gregory Goyle," said the other. They sat down.

"Our dad's said we're to watch out for you Draco," Vincent said, slowly.

"Yeah," Gregory agreed. They fell silent.

Blaise looked up at a sudden noise outside their compartment. "Back in a sec."

They sat silently in the compartment, Draco eyeing the other two with interest. 'Thanks a lot Lucius,' he said under his breath. 'Now I'm stuck with these two brainless twits.'

Blaise opened the door. "Remember how I was talking about that sod with the glasses and black hair? The skinny parentless nerd?"

"Yeah," Draco said, looking out the window.

"You'll never guess who he is..." Blaise trailed off, looking over his shoulder at a knot of girls behind him. He grinned.

"Who?"

"Harry Potter."

"WHAT?!" Draco asked, sitting bolt upright, his mouth dropping open in shock. "The Harry Potter?"

"That's what those barmy red-headed twins are saying. They asked him."

"I've got to see this," Draco stood up and pushed his way past Blaise into the corridor. Crabbe and Goyle followed in silence. "You coming?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Blaise.

"I shouldn't think so. Once a nerd, always a nerd I always say." He walked back into the compartment, and closed the door.

Draco slid open the door to the compartment where Harry Potter was rumoured to be sitting. He walked in, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Draco looked at Harry with interest. He had seen this boy before.

"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment, so it's you is it?"

"Yes," Harry said. Draco watched him look nervously at the two boys that flanked him.

'Oh this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," he said carelessly. Big freaking deal "And my name's Malfoy (he shuddered inwardly at his step-fathers name, a name that had been imposed on him and his mother for 'the good of the family unit') Draco Malfoy." The red head coughed, obviously trying not to laugh. Draco looked at him. Be careful. "Think my name's funny do you?" I do too actually. "No need to ask who you are. My father, Ugh, told me that all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford." He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some Wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. Like me, when you think about it. I can help you there. I'm lying.

He held out his hand to shake Harry's, who didn't take it. Draco was secretly glad. His hands were always unnaturally cold.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Harry replied coolly.

Draco blushed, ever so slightly. I wouldn't want to be friends with a Vampire either. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter." He said slowly, collecting his thoughts. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weasley's and that Hagrid and it'll rub off on you." At least he's human… Keep your distance Draco… Careful, oh so careful.

Harry and Ron stood up, Ron looking extremely angry. "Say that again."

"Oh, you're going to fight us are you?" Draco sneered, desperately hiding his fear. No, not like this Draco… you can't do this… Don't let them touch you… They're watching you Draco… SAY SOMETHING YOU IDIOT!

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some" I need to feed… soon… before something happens.

Draco backed away as Goyle swung the rat off his finger into the window. "Let's go," He muttered, ever so quietly, glad for an excuse to go. Careful… 

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A/N Sorry if this chapter was a bit long, but I wanted it all in there. Please review, and to everyone who has, or is about to, thanks!