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Chapter One-introducing the Dragon of Malicious faith

Draco Malfoy lay on the soft leather couch in the darkest corner of the library alone, watching Potter entertain his friends. He was nothing more than an entertainer Draco thought, jut someone put on the planet to amuse him, just a simple little puppet that could be destroyed so easily if he desired. Draco convinced himself that Potter would stay for the time being, at times like this he needed such amusement. But there would be a darker moment he had decided, when he would shine defeat Harry Potter once and for all; until then he lay sneering. All that could be heard from the Potter corner was constant laughter and giggles; Weasley was laughing like a loon and tying to make clever comments, he was failing. Malfoy shifted his eyes to Hermione who was gazing at Harry lovingly and laughing at every pathetic remark he made. She glanced at Malfoy narrowing her eyes as she did so "You'll burn a hole through my head if you're not careful Draco." She shouted at him. He sighed, nobody had ever looked at him lovingly, nor had he the friendships that Potter held. The only looks he got where fearsome and spiteful, he knew what everyone said about him 'The dragon of malicious faith' but no-one was brave enough to say it to his face. His name was a curse and so were his nasty qualities he had inherited from his father. But Draco wasn't as similar to his father as everybody thought, he had an ounce of compassion in him and his heart wasn't fully black, but he had been taught from an early age that kindness would not be accepted. Being kind shown weakness and Malfoy's where not weak, Draco had to prove that he was worthy of being a Malfoy to his father, his future had already been chosen for him and he had to carry on the legacy. It wasn't until recent times that he questioned his legacy, why carry on with the spiteful cold-hearted tradition; but it was too late to change he didn't know how to be nice. Even the word made him cringe. Malfoy lay in the shade as the wind blew comfortingly through his white- blond hair, he liked the wind and the silence of the hills; the wind didn't judge him unlike everyone else. It was a crisp Sunday morning so there was no classes; subsequently this left Draco with nothing to do but stare uninterestingly across the fields-or so it appeared. As a matter of fact he had a lot to occupy his thoughts, things he didn't wish to ponder on. He had just recently been told he was to join his father as a DeathEater; it was an order that if disobeyed would result in disowning, or even worse death. His stomach turned just thinking about it. "Why me?" he howled, surprising even himself at his angry tone. "I don't want to be a DeathEater! I should have the right to choose my own life and not become another victim of the Dark lord." He scolded and cursed himself for speaking ill of Voldemort, though in his heart he knew he wasn't a faithful follower and Voldemort didn't rank highly in his eyes. After all, he couldn't even defeat golden boy Potter; a task Draco decided would be his own. He glanced at his watch and hurried to the dining hall. Dinner was uneventful as usual, the same conversation and the same people; Draco longed for action and intelligent conversations that he didn't receive from his two cronies Crabbe and Goyle. But he was thankful to have friends, if you could call them that; they were merely an investment incase he needed them at some point or another. This thought was soon shaken out of his head as he headed for his common room and focused on the bumbling laughter piercing the air. He swung around to see the golden trio laughing ferociously. Hermione was brushing her hair back and sporting a sly smile. Malfoy's face dropped, continuing walking whilst paying close attention to the three. "You better be careful Potter!" She snapped forcing back her laughter. "I'm going to be the bestest ickle wizard this world has ever seen.next to daddy of course!" She was obviously imitating Draco, badly he noted. Harry's face lit up and carried on the joke unaware that the star was following them. He tiptoed over Hermione and with a stern face snapped "Draco!" Mimicking Lucius. Hermoine crouched and yelped 'Yes father' to everything Harry said. Ron seized his chance to be a part of the action, "Boo hoo hoo!" He whimpered. "I've got no friends because I'm an ugly, arrogant, big-headed daddy's boy!" At that remark the three burst into hysterics and congratulated each other on their performances. Draco felt a sudden urge of anger rise inside him but it soon was seized by his sadness, he looked down at the floor. That had cut deep, almost everything they had said was true.