Disclaimer: sorry I didn't put one at the beginning of the last chapter I
meant to because lord knows I don't own HP J.K Rowling does I do however
own Collin but you can take him if you want.
Chapter 2: Draco at Home
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his room staring at his ceiling and wondering if he could touch it if he piled all hi furniture up and got on top of it. He fell asleep telling himself "one week till school," over and over again. He was sick of summer. He wanted to see his friends if he could call them that.
It was the next day and over at Malfoy Manor Draco was sitting in front of his TV watching the morning soaps, which he found dreadfully dull, compared to Passions his favorite soap by far. Draco had just decided to watch The Price Is Right, a muggle game show, in which he didn't understand the money. Then Luscious called up and told him they were going to knock turn alley. He shrunk the TV to the size of a pea and put inside a pair of socks (clean ones) in case his mother came in to clean his room. Then he went downstairs and fallowed his father out the large wooden doors.
When Draco and his father returned home he went upstairs to watch Passions and then sat down to write. With his extremely perplexed mind Draco had taken to writing poetry. He was sensitive when alone. He also hated his father in fact he didn't love anyone or any thing. The closest thing he had to love was affection for his mother. This may seem sad but to Draco it was the perfect life, just right, but that was only because he didn't know any better.
The week passed slowly on and on. The only thin that kept Draco going was the fact that soon he would be able to start up his favorite hobby again, annoying and insulting the famous Harry Potter. It was Sep. 1st and Draco was so excited, but he didn't let it show. He woke up ready to leave for Kings Cross Station but his father wasn't there and his mother wasn't supposed to leave the house unless she was with her husband. Draco was starting to panic. What if he never comes back? What if he changed my school? What if he took me out of school? Actually that wouldn't be that bad, but I can't stay here. He wore himself out with worries until he collapsed. He woke and it was time for Passions he thought this is alright I can wait a little longer. His father came home an hour later and told Draco another train was leaving that night for the students that missed the first one. Draco waited for night to come and was happy, but he had no idea of the other people who were going to be on that train.
Chapter 2: Draco at Home
Draco Malfoy was sitting in his room staring at his ceiling and wondering if he could touch it if he piled all hi furniture up and got on top of it. He fell asleep telling himself "one week till school," over and over again. He was sick of summer. He wanted to see his friends if he could call them that.
It was the next day and over at Malfoy Manor Draco was sitting in front of his TV watching the morning soaps, which he found dreadfully dull, compared to Passions his favorite soap by far. Draco had just decided to watch The Price Is Right, a muggle game show, in which he didn't understand the money. Then Luscious called up and told him they were going to knock turn alley. He shrunk the TV to the size of a pea and put inside a pair of socks (clean ones) in case his mother came in to clean his room. Then he went downstairs and fallowed his father out the large wooden doors.
When Draco and his father returned home he went upstairs to watch Passions and then sat down to write. With his extremely perplexed mind Draco had taken to writing poetry. He was sensitive when alone. He also hated his father in fact he didn't love anyone or any thing. The closest thing he had to love was affection for his mother. This may seem sad but to Draco it was the perfect life, just right, but that was only because he didn't know any better.
The week passed slowly on and on. The only thin that kept Draco going was the fact that soon he would be able to start up his favorite hobby again, annoying and insulting the famous Harry Potter. It was Sep. 1st and Draco was so excited, but he didn't let it show. He woke up ready to leave for Kings Cross Station but his father wasn't there and his mother wasn't supposed to leave the house unless she was with her husband. Draco was starting to panic. What if he never comes back? What if he changed my school? What if he took me out of school? Actually that wouldn't be that bad, but I can't stay here. He wore himself out with worries until he collapsed. He woke and it was time for Passions he thought this is alright I can wait a little longer. His father came home an hour later and told Draco another train was leaving that night for the students that missed the first one. Draco waited for night to come and was happy, but he had no idea of the other people who were going to be on that train.