Chapter 3
My Life – Being Draco Malfoy
I wasn't always a bad person. I was just another guy heading the wrong way in life. I trusted few people, even when I was really young. I just had me, my best friend Susie and our imaginary friend Alfred. We were so young and innocent. Susie was a cousin of mine. She always came over to the Manor when her father and my father had to do "work". Those were some of the best days in my life. Susie and I, we used to run around playing hide and seek. Talking to Alfred was ok, he never said anything back. But at least Susie and I had someone to talk to when we were upset at each other.
I loved how we used to draw together. Only when father wasn't around I would enjoy it. I could draw as many Rainbows and smiley faces as I wanted. One time father found out and he locked me in the basement chamber for a week, no food, no water and defiantly no Susie. The physical and mental abuse father opposed on me, it was horrifying. One time he caught me crying about how he kicked my cat and he broke my arm by pulling it too hard. He left me on the floor screaming until mum came to gather me up. She was the only decent adult in the Manor. She explained to my father that I was young, and none of the stuff that I do now would have an effect on how I process things when I get older. But I learned then that drawing Rainbows, playing Tea Party with Susie, and talking to imaginary people was a No No.
As I grew older Susie became less and less more involved in my life. I began seeing her only on weekends, then on family occasions, and then it stopped when she died. She died of cancer, the one thing we wizards don't understand. All the potions, spells and talismans took a toll on her small delicate heart. After her death I closed myself up to the light of life. I grew pale and evil, sick and weary, hateful and dark. I looked to the world as if it was crap. And that there was nothing that you could get close to, because there will always be something to whisk it away. I got upset and demanding when I didn't get my way, and I did horrible things to get what I yearned for, even if it wasn't the exact thing. Mother looks at me now sometimes and tells me I'm not her son. I would smile and say sick disgusting things to her like- "Well, then maybe father will let me have my way with you." Or "Bitch, I don't care what you say, you're gonna look at my ass until you die, get used to it." She would look at me in disdain and go to her bedroom to cry, screaming "WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY SON? MY SON!!! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU!!!?" I would feel sad and disowned, but it wouldn't shake me up too badly.
School started again, and leaving the Manor was a blessing. I didn't say goodbye to neither of my Parents. I left to Kings Cross Station; father's driver drove me there.
"Have a wonderful sixth year Young Master Malfoy." my driver tipped his hat when he put all my belongings on a trolley and helped me to the train.
"Yes, I sure hope it will be." I got onto the train, and walked the halls to find a compartment. Maybe, I thought, I might find Pansy and have a go with her. She would be frightened and fragile again and I didn't want to start my year off like that. I decided to wait; maybe I'll find someone better later.
Many people went back and forth whispering amongst their tight group of friends, I caught some of the words they were saying.
"Yes, I know! Couple of the Year! Yeah…Harry Potter and Hermione Granger! Yup! Yes, I know that. Yeah she's still a virgin. He is too. Uh…yeah I think she might have a baby with him. An abortion? Why? Any girl would want to have his baby…Couple of the year can you believe it? Oya…of course."
Well I'll be damned…. Granger and Potter together? Granger……yes….I've thought about her over the summer, stupid mud blood, I wonder how she looks now. My wonder was granted; soon she came rushing down the hall looking harassed holding the Daily Prophet. She wasn't wearing her uniform yet. She looked amazing, beautiful, I couldn't believe my eyes. Who was this sex goddess walking past me? I wanted her, I needed her…she did not belong to Potter. She was dressed in summer gear, pink tank top with no bra, and a pair of powder blue Capri's that stretched over her well shaped hips and tiny waist above it. Her breasts large, they looked firm by how they were slightly moving as she walked. Her hair was no longer bushy, but silky, cascading down her back. There were defiantly NO words to explain all of her beauty. She was everything I ever wanted to see in a woman. And that's what's Granger became….a woman. Potter ran quickly after her, but he kept being stopped and congratulated by other students, some he has probably never met or seen before. They were all idiots. The jealousy swirled inside of me. How could she be with him? Look at her! She's too beautiful to be with him, lousy Potter. I'll get her one way or another.
All Malfoys get what they want…………….