It's My Life, So It's My Rules
Malignus Malfoy
"Jesus Christ Potter, watch where your stepping." Growled Draco Malfoy, a sharp looking blond boy with absolutely stunning looks, when Harry Potter accidentally stepped on Draco's spotlessly cleaned loafers.
"Why don't you just shove off?" retorted Ron Weasley, a bright red head with a lanky body. A tall boy with wicked black hair shoved his elbows into his side and gave him a pointed look, making Ron yelp in pain. Draco snickered and continued toward his father. It was just another beautiful year of Hogwarts, finished. With 5th year done and 6th year just around the corner, everyone was having a hectic time. Draco spotted another man, who looked very much like him, step forward, with a scowl on his face. He looked disgusted, and Draco could just imagine why. He was sandwiched between two muggle families. Draco looked blankly back at his father and followed after him. His father, Lucas Malfoy, was a powerful man, holding the name Malfoy, made you powerful like that. The Malfoy name was soon to be carried onto Draco, and for that, Draco hated his father.
He didn't want to hold the responsibility of being a Malfoy. Being a Malfoy was hard already, considering how his father pushed him to his limits. Being a Malfoy took work, and it drove you to the edge since day one, when you were born. They fought their way through the crowd, pushing others and making space for themselves. Most people gave menacing glares but flickered off once they got a dose of a glare from the Malfoy's. No one could scare a Malfoy. Draco glared angrily at a passing first year and almost rose his hand to strike the boy, when he realized whom he was with. Draco smirked gratefully when the boy yelped and ran to his mother when he saw Draco. He recognized the boy. He was a good for nothing Hufflepuff. Once safely inside the Leaky Cauldron, they flooed toward the Malfoy Manor. Draco groaned inwardly as he knew what was awaiting him.
"Draco, meet me in my office." Lucas hissed. Draco shuddered involuntarily and made his way through the maze of corridors until reaching a great long corridor. Draco knew his father purposely choosing his office at the end of such a long corridor because he wanted Draco to anticipate what was behind it. Draco stared gloomily into the hall and walked toward the door. It seemed like a bad omen, with shadows casting eerie looks. Draco knocked politely on the door, although he very much like to bang the door open and curse his father to oblivion.
"Ah, finally decided to join me now did you?" Whispered his father. Draco stepped into the room and had an overwhelming rush of memories cascading his already overworked mind. Draco stopped in front of the desk and out of habit glanced down to make sure his wand was in his pocket and then made sure what kind of mood his father was in. He sensed twice the usual amount of anger around him so he stepped back.
"Don't step back boy, that's being a coward." His father said. Draco made two steps forward until he couldn't go any further.
"Good, now, how was your exams? I do hope you didn't do too poorly, I'd hate to imagine what would become of you if you don't." Draco snorted in disgust and crossed his arms in front of his chest in defiance.
"Of course father, what did you think? That I'd let the Mudblood Granger do better?" He said indignantly.
"Don't give me that tone, and too much pride is bad for you." His father hissed and because of Draco's retort, he waved his wand and muttered and incantation, sending Draco into a nervous frenzy.
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Malignus Malfoy
"Jesus Christ Potter, watch where your stepping." Growled Draco Malfoy, a sharp looking blond boy with absolutely stunning looks, when Harry Potter accidentally stepped on Draco's spotlessly cleaned loafers.
"Why don't you just shove off?" retorted Ron Weasley, a bright red head with a lanky body. A tall boy with wicked black hair shoved his elbows into his side and gave him a pointed look, making Ron yelp in pain. Draco snickered and continued toward his father. It was just another beautiful year of Hogwarts, finished. With 5th year done and 6th year just around the corner, everyone was having a hectic time. Draco spotted another man, who looked very much like him, step forward, with a scowl on his face. He looked disgusted, and Draco could just imagine why. He was sandwiched between two muggle families. Draco looked blankly back at his father and followed after him. His father, Lucas Malfoy, was a powerful man, holding the name Malfoy, made you powerful like that. The Malfoy name was soon to be carried onto Draco, and for that, Draco hated his father.
He didn't want to hold the responsibility of being a Malfoy. Being a Malfoy was hard already, considering how his father pushed him to his limits. Being a Malfoy took work, and it drove you to the edge since day one, when you were born. They fought their way through the crowd, pushing others and making space for themselves. Most people gave menacing glares but flickered off once they got a dose of a glare from the Malfoy's. No one could scare a Malfoy. Draco glared angrily at a passing first year and almost rose his hand to strike the boy, when he realized whom he was with. Draco smirked gratefully when the boy yelped and ran to his mother when he saw Draco. He recognized the boy. He was a good for nothing Hufflepuff. Once safely inside the Leaky Cauldron, they flooed toward the Malfoy Manor. Draco groaned inwardly as he knew what was awaiting him.
"Draco, meet me in my office." Lucas hissed. Draco shuddered involuntarily and made his way through the maze of corridors until reaching a great long corridor. Draco knew his father purposely choosing his office at the end of such a long corridor because he wanted Draco to anticipate what was behind it. Draco stared gloomily into the hall and walked toward the door. It seemed like a bad omen, with shadows casting eerie looks. Draco knocked politely on the door, although he very much like to bang the door open and curse his father to oblivion.
"Ah, finally decided to join me now did you?" Whispered his father. Draco stepped into the room and had an overwhelming rush of memories cascading his already overworked mind. Draco stopped in front of the desk and out of habit glanced down to make sure his wand was in his pocket and then made sure what kind of mood his father was in. He sensed twice the usual amount of anger around him so he stepped back.
"Don't step back boy, that's being a coward." His father said. Draco made two steps forward until he couldn't go any further.
"Good, now, how was your exams? I do hope you didn't do too poorly, I'd hate to imagine what would become of you if you don't." Draco snorted in disgust and crossed his arms in front of his chest in defiance.
"Of course father, what did you think? That I'd let the Mudblood Granger do better?" He said indignantly.
"Don't give me that tone, and too much pride is bad for you." His father hissed and because of Draco's retort, he waved his wand and muttered and incantation, sending Draco into a nervous frenzy.
It's a cliffhanger. I know. Read and reply for more!