The first time I saw him was in Madame Malkin's Robe Shop. I fell in love
with him at first sight. I tried to act cool and impress him, but I ended
up looking like an arrogant bastard. I didn't know he was The-Boy-Who-Lived
when I first met him. But when I returned home and told my father who I had
met, he encouraged me to become friends with him. At that time I had no
idea what my father's intentions really were.
So on the train to Hogwarts I again tried to act cool and in doing so I insulted his little mudblood-loving friend. He shunned my friendship and it really pissed me off.
I am a Malfoy. I always get what I want.
My father was very disappointed at what I had done. So he then encouraged me to make him and his friends' lives a living hell. So I did, even though deep down I knew that it was a stupid thing to do.
For 4 years I tried as hard as I could to hate him and make him unhappy, but at the same time I dreamed about him when I was asleep and wondered what would have happened if Harry had actually accepted my offer of camaraderie.
When Voldemort came back to power at the end of our fourth year, I knew that Dark times were ahead. It was then that I wanted him more than ever. I wanted to hold him and kiss away all the tears that I knew he had and would soon have to endure.
There are many people who believe that my father was a very abusive man. That he hits my mother and myself, but that is not true. He was a very loving father and husband. He never hit my mother and the only time that he hit me was when I had thrown a tantrum and started breaking valuable things and at that time I knew that I had deserved it.
We were very close and he even kept Voldemort from making me a Death Eater. My father knew that I didn't want anything to do with the Dark side, so he told Voldemort that people would suspect something if the saw the Dark Mark on my arm. So Voldemort agreed. But not even my father could control what Voldemort wanted me to do.
At the beginning of my sixth year, he wanted me to bring Potter to him, so that he could kill him. My father tried to talk Voldemort out of it, but as hard as he tried he couldn't change Voldemort's mind.
I decided that there was only one way that I could protect Harry. So I swallowed my pride and went to see Dumbledore.
At first, Dumbledore didn't like the idea of me turning spy for the Light side. He told me that I was very young and it might be too dangerous. He also told me that he would be the only person who knew that I was a spy for the sake of anyone else finding out and their source of information being lost.
I told him that I understood the risks and that I wanted to help out as much as I could.
So when I returned home to my father for the Christmas holidays, I told him that I wanted to become a death eater. At first he wanted to know why and so I simply told him that I had decided to join him and bring Potter to my soon to be master.
From that day forward, I was known as, Draco Malfoy, a loyal Death Eater and spy.
About a year later, a couple of months before we were to graduate, I had information on where the final battle was to take place.
By that time, pretty much the whole school knew that I was a Death Eater. But no one knew that I was really a spy. So it was quite a risk I had to take in order to pass the information along to Dumbledore. When I reached his office, I started talking right away. I didn't even notice the shadow lurking in the corner until Potter made a noise that sounded cross between choking and gasping. I don't know what it was, maybe he was doing both!
I had always wanted to tell Harry that I was a Spy, but I hadn't planned on doing so until after the War was over. Now I guess that I don't need to worry about it.
"Well, Draco, Harry, I see now that you are both aware of each other's presence and that you are both fighting on the same side, we can continue what we were discussing," Dumbledore told us, smiling like he had planned the whole thing.
Later on, when I thought about it, he probably had. Nothing gets passed the old man, that's for sure!
So on the train to Hogwarts I again tried to act cool and in doing so I insulted his little mudblood-loving friend. He shunned my friendship and it really pissed me off.
I am a Malfoy. I always get what I want.
My father was very disappointed at what I had done. So he then encouraged me to make him and his friends' lives a living hell. So I did, even though deep down I knew that it was a stupid thing to do.
For 4 years I tried as hard as I could to hate him and make him unhappy, but at the same time I dreamed about him when I was asleep and wondered what would have happened if Harry had actually accepted my offer of camaraderie.
When Voldemort came back to power at the end of our fourth year, I knew that Dark times were ahead. It was then that I wanted him more than ever. I wanted to hold him and kiss away all the tears that I knew he had and would soon have to endure.
There are many people who believe that my father was a very abusive man. That he hits my mother and myself, but that is not true. He was a very loving father and husband. He never hit my mother and the only time that he hit me was when I had thrown a tantrum and started breaking valuable things and at that time I knew that I had deserved it.
We were very close and he even kept Voldemort from making me a Death Eater. My father knew that I didn't want anything to do with the Dark side, so he told Voldemort that people would suspect something if the saw the Dark Mark on my arm. So Voldemort agreed. But not even my father could control what Voldemort wanted me to do.
At the beginning of my sixth year, he wanted me to bring Potter to him, so that he could kill him. My father tried to talk Voldemort out of it, but as hard as he tried he couldn't change Voldemort's mind.
I decided that there was only one way that I could protect Harry. So I swallowed my pride and went to see Dumbledore.
At first, Dumbledore didn't like the idea of me turning spy for the Light side. He told me that I was very young and it might be too dangerous. He also told me that he would be the only person who knew that I was a spy for the sake of anyone else finding out and their source of information being lost.
I told him that I understood the risks and that I wanted to help out as much as I could.
So when I returned home to my father for the Christmas holidays, I told him that I wanted to become a death eater. At first he wanted to know why and so I simply told him that I had decided to join him and bring Potter to my soon to be master.
From that day forward, I was known as, Draco Malfoy, a loyal Death Eater and spy.
About a year later, a couple of months before we were to graduate, I had information on where the final battle was to take place.
By that time, pretty much the whole school knew that I was a Death Eater. But no one knew that I was really a spy. So it was quite a risk I had to take in order to pass the information along to Dumbledore. When I reached his office, I started talking right away. I didn't even notice the shadow lurking in the corner until Potter made a noise that sounded cross between choking and gasping. I don't know what it was, maybe he was doing both!
I had always wanted to tell Harry that I was a Spy, but I hadn't planned on doing so until after the War was over. Now I guess that I don't need to worry about it.
"Well, Draco, Harry, I see now that you are both aware of each other's presence and that you are both fighting on the same side, we can continue what we were discussing," Dumbledore told us, smiling like he had planned the whole thing.
Later on, when I thought about it, he probably had. Nothing gets passed the old man, that's for sure!