Dirt upon a Name
By: Yamimagic
Author's notes: None too special. The use of the word f--- latter on, but nothing too bad. Also be warned to beware Draco rantings.
I enter the dinning room and one thing stands out like a cloud in the sky, the tension between my parents.
Keeping my thoughts to myself, I saunter over to the table, head held up high, a stature that just screams the name 'Malfoy', and I casually sit down in the chair opposite two of the people who spite me beyond anything else.
The house elves bring in our food, suffer a bit of verbal and physical abuse from my father, and flee, leaving me at the mercy of my parents. Thankfully, my father seems to be in a good mood, or at least better than he was feeling earlier, allowing me to eat my meal in relative silence.
I excuse myself with the reasoning that I have a slight stomach ache, which isn't entirely untrue. I have come down with a minor cold a few days ago and upon knowing this, my father grants me the privilege to tend to it. I travel back to my room, ignore the rising feeling of pain in my gut, and manage to down some painkillers along with a glass of water. I just wish that these stupid pills would work faster. Damn these muggles and their useless muggle remedies.
I figure my stomach as full and decide that an early turn in is in order, after all, I don't have anything upcoming later in the evening. I briefly change into a pair of pajamas and climb into bed, thankful for a means of escape.
I wake a few short hours after the crack of dawn. After wiping away the sleep that refuses to leave me be, I change out of my sweat soaked pajamas (Merlin, why are these summer nights so damn hot?), shower, and into a pair of jeans, and a casual shirt. Today was the day that I would buy my school supplies having gotten my Hogwarts letter yesterday morning.
After getting ready, I follow my morning routine and head down to the dinning hall to eat breakfast, listen to my father and mother rant about nothing in particular, have my daily cup of coffee, and nearly escape a beating, using my quick thinking and sharp wit to come up with some excuse.
Diagon Ally sure hasn't changed, has it? Same old senile wizards and witches inhabiting the streets. Same old idiot classmates running about, not knowing what the hell to do with themselves.
I make my way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, having already gathered a rather large amount of money from Gringotts, my brat-like persona turned 'on'.
Entering the store, I notice some familiar faces, taking mind and greeting my fellow Slytherins, ignoring everyone else. I gather some necessities, mainly my school robes, pay for my purchases, and leave the crowded store.
I wander around gathering and buying my school books, from Flourish and Blotts, buying myself a scoop of ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, and wandering the area and what not. My parents disappeared into the crowd sometime after first entering the alley, but I would assume that they're somewhere in Knockturn alley. Probably buying some strange sinister gadgets. I just know that whatever my father buys will somehow be used to inflict pain upon me. As thought I didn't already know this first hand. Hurting me seems to be his favorite way to test out his newest toys.
I continue my stroll around the stores, navigating myself in circles around the alley, killing some spare time until my parents return.
As I wander the streets, I suddenly hear my name being called from some where behind me.
'Draco!'
I turn around to see my father and mother advancing toward me. Only a few moments later, 'Are you ready to go now, Draco?'
'Yes, Father.' I reply, truthfully. It really does get tiring walking around Diagon Alley for four hours straight.
As soon as I get home, my family and I have dinner following the same routine as always. It's always the same, working as a never changing cycle. I really hate my life.
Hence the main reason I consider Potter my rival. Preppy, prince charming Harry Potter. Damn him and his fucking fucked up perfect life. Perfect friends, perfect grades (not counting potions), and a fucking perfect life. Fuck Potter.
'Draco?' I look up to see my father looking at me with something that would almost seem to be concern if not for the fact that I've know this man my whole life, knowing that things are never what they seem when it comes to my father, Lucius Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy manor, and a royal pain in my arse.
A/N: Will try to get the next couple chapters latter on in the month. Maybe something in early December. A lot to do. Yanno, school. Blech.
By: Yamimagic
Author's notes: None too special. The use of the word f--- latter on, but nothing too bad. Also be warned to beware Draco rantings.
I enter the dinning room and one thing stands out like a cloud in the sky, the tension between my parents.
Keeping my thoughts to myself, I saunter over to the table, head held up high, a stature that just screams the name 'Malfoy', and I casually sit down in the chair opposite two of the people who spite me beyond anything else.
The house elves bring in our food, suffer a bit of verbal and physical abuse from my father, and flee, leaving me at the mercy of my parents. Thankfully, my father seems to be in a good mood, or at least better than he was feeling earlier, allowing me to eat my meal in relative silence.
I excuse myself with the reasoning that I have a slight stomach ache, which isn't entirely untrue. I have come down with a minor cold a few days ago and upon knowing this, my father grants me the privilege to tend to it. I travel back to my room, ignore the rising feeling of pain in my gut, and manage to down some painkillers along with a glass of water. I just wish that these stupid pills would work faster. Damn these muggles and their useless muggle remedies.
I figure my stomach as full and decide that an early turn in is in order, after all, I don't have anything upcoming later in the evening. I briefly change into a pair of pajamas and climb into bed, thankful for a means of escape.
I wake a few short hours after the crack of dawn. After wiping away the sleep that refuses to leave me be, I change out of my sweat soaked pajamas (Merlin, why are these summer nights so damn hot?), shower, and into a pair of jeans, and a casual shirt. Today was the day that I would buy my school supplies having gotten my Hogwarts letter yesterday morning.
After getting ready, I follow my morning routine and head down to the dinning hall to eat breakfast, listen to my father and mother rant about nothing in particular, have my daily cup of coffee, and nearly escape a beating, using my quick thinking and sharp wit to come up with some excuse.
Diagon Ally sure hasn't changed, has it? Same old senile wizards and witches inhabiting the streets. Same old idiot classmates running about, not knowing what the hell to do with themselves.
I make my way to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, having already gathered a rather large amount of money from Gringotts, my brat-like persona turned 'on'.
Entering the store, I notice some familiar faces, taking mind and greeting my fellow Slytherins, ignoring everyone else. I gather some necessities, mainly my school robes, pay for my purchases, and leave the crowded store.
I wander around gathering and buying my school books, from Flourish and Blotts, buying myself a scoop of ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, and wandering the area and what not. My parents disappeared into the crowd sometime after first entering the alley, but I would assume that they're somewhere in Knockturn alley. Probably buying some strange sinister gadgets. I just know that whatever my father buys will somehow be used to inflict pain upon me. As thought I didn't already know this first hand. Hurting me seems to be his favorite way to test out his newest toys.
I continue my stroll around the stores, navigating myself in circles around the alley, killing some spare time until my parents return.
As I wander the streets, I suddenly hear my name being called from some where behind me.
'Draco!'
I turn around to see my father and mother advancing toward me. Only a few moments later, 'Are you ready to go now, Draco?'
'Yes, Father.' I reply, truthfully. It really does get tiring walking around Diagon Alley for four hours straight.
As soon as I get home, my family and I have dinner following the same routine as always. It's always the same, working as a never changing cycle. I really hate my life.
Hence the main reason I consider Potter my rival. Preppy, prince charming Harry Potter. Damn him and his fucking fucked up perfect life. Perfect friends, perfect grades (not counting potions), and a fucking perfect life. Fuck Potter.
'Draco?' I look up to see my father looking at me with something that would almost seem to be concern if not for the fact that I've know this man my whole life, knowing that things are never what they seem when it comes to my father, Lucius Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy manor, and a royal pain in my arse.
A/N: Will try to get the next couple chapters latter on in the month. Maybe something in early December. A lot to do. Yanno, school. Blech.