Hey I'm finally back posting my ass off lol. Hmm nothing new happening in my pathetic life so therefore I am making a Draco fic. Not Hermione and Draco or Ginny and Draco or Harry and Draco _ I hate Ginny! It's Angst/Romance with someone different and NOT based on me! Im also doing a holes fic now that's going down the toilet but w.e. Ill continue it I also have a username on FictionPress.net TeenagELobottomY I know I spelt lobotomy wrong I like it that way Now on to the story
Draco sat at the table barely touching his food, his parents on the other side babbling amongst themselves. Draco looked around at this place he was forced to call home, dark rooms, gothic tables, weapons hidden throughout the manor some of which Draco had yet to discover. He met eyes with his father, knowing immediately it had been a mistake.
"Eat up boy, you have a big day tomorrow." He said coldly
Draco mumbled so quietly that u could barely make out his protest of 'I'm not hungry'
"Eat." His father repeated.
Draco shoved down some bread and chicken and told his parents that he had to pack for school tomorrow.
He went up to his room on the top floor and locked the door. His room was painted black; as a matter of fact everything was black; suiting the theme of the house. He kneeled down at the foot of his bed and pulled out a silver box. He muttered something to it opening the lock revealing millions of muggle CDs, magazines, movies and anything you could think of.
He had about 200 CDs in total, he loved music not that crap that they play in the wizarding world; real music. You name it he had it; anything you could think of. Of course, his father despised anything that a muggle had even lay hands on and keep Draco as far from any of it as possible. Little did that bastard know that Draco was one step ahead of him.
"Draco, I need to talk to you." Said Draco's father from the other side of the door.
Draco quickly shoved his music under his bed as his father magically opened the door.
"Draco I thought u said you had to pack." He said motioning to the empty suitcase.
"I am father I was just looking for some things." Draco replied.
His father moved toward the suitcase and Draco froze, he had put a copy of Guitar World in there.
Without a doubt Lucius immediately found the magazine with tabs and articles of anything but magic. "Draco what is this?"
Before Draco could answer Lucius struck him across the face and lit the magazine on fire. As Draco lay squirming on the ground His father spat in his face and said, "I never want this filth entering this house again." And left the room.
Draco lay on the floor, beyond a point of tears. Why couldn't his father just accept him, let him be the way he wanted to be. No, Lucius's plan for Draco was finish school, get a good job at the ministry, become a Death Eater, and become a two faced bastard. "Like father like son." Draco murmured under his breath.
He got up and quickly began to pack. After this year he wasn't coming back.