DRACO MALFOY by Abagail Malfoy

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Summary: Draco Malfoy… One hardly ever stops to think about what that name truly implies. He will have grown out of his childish rant of pathetic insults to show the world what he really is –Evil.

A/N: Please review, you are free to flame, but only with reasonable causes. If you are going to tell me my story is bullshit then you better specify why.

This is my 7th work of Draco Malfoy fan fiction and probably only the fourth decent one.

I am a twelve (12) year old girl in junior high in England who reads too much. Consider that valuable information before flaming.

PROLOGUE

Draco Malfoy. One hardly ever stops to think about what that name truly implies. Evil? Hatred? Richness? Superiority?

This will not be your classical story where Draco Malfoy is a victim of pressure and of his father. Neither will this be a story of 'impossible love' between Draco and some Gryffindor. So I guess this is a warning. This is the story of Draco Malfoy returning to Hogwarts school of Magic for his sixth year in the Slytherin house.

In this story, Draco will not have a 'coming of age' and suddenly turn away from the dark side. In this story, Draco will not accept, or fight to accept a harsh crush on Harry Potter or some other male.

Draco Malfoy WILL grow up in this story, not physically (Or if so, it is not important) but mentally. He will have grown out of his childish rant of pathetic insults,  He will have grown out of his need to feed of  the pain of others, which to him now is being a parasite.

He will also grow out of his simpletons Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, and gets new friends, well, new friend actually. Just one. But though many will not notice, the time for Draco Malfoy's revolution has come. And this time, his soul will be unleashed to show everyone who the world who Draco Malfoy really is, a being with unimaginable capacity of evil.

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Draco Malfoy walked through the grounds of his manor; he walked in long swift strides as to not sink in the mud that the rain from the night before had left. There was nothing in particular running through his mind at the time. Nothing except perhaps the uncomfortably cold morning breeze against his face and the sickening smell of too many flowers.

He found annoying the fact that the area in which the manor was located was much too cold. He was wearing heavy cloaks and a scarf in late August!

He had been a victim of insomnia since the day of his initiation, so he was unable to think clearly about the thoughts that would usually, by this time, be troubling his mind.

He thought that perhaps he was hungry, and that perhaps that would let him think clearly, and maybe even to drive away his insomnia, because god knew that at that moment, all he needed was a good nap.

In one day he would be returning to Hogwarts, after his father had once more refused to enable him a private tutor, He said that he needed to socialize, something Draco regretted not being good at, because the truth was, that apart from his mother and father, Draco didn't really get along with anyone.

That was the only thing about his life that he sometimes thought could be regretted, but loneliness to him was not an issue. He made his life alone and lived it alone.

He walked into the manor through one of multiple back doors; the one closest the kitchen. The second he entered the kitchen, three house elves ran toward him rushing to be the first to attend, in the process treading over each other.

"Tea"

"B-b-black sir?"

"Chamomile"

Immediately the three house elves ran away to get what he had ordered. Lately Draco had struggled immensely to keep his hands off black tea. It had caffeine after all, and that only stimulated insomnia.

He then went into the breakfast room, where the elves would serve him his tea. He took off his scarf and placed it on a coat rack on his way into the room, and then he sat on the left side of a table for twenty people, on a tall throne-like chair made of polished oak and cushioned in linen. He then waited impatiently for his tea.

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Finally, one of the house elves came back carrying a tray with a porcelain cup filled with tea of the requested flavor, a small silver container filled with sugar and a silver teaspoon. Draco limited himself to taking only the porcelain cup and carelessly signaling at the house elf to leave, the house elf doing so.

Few minutes after, Lucius entered with Narcissa close behind, Draco bowed his head slightly at each and they sat down. Lucius picked up a small bell placed by his portion of the table and rang it, signaling that it was time for breakfast.

A simple but good smelling breakfast appeared in front of each of the occupied places in the oversized table, and the three of them quietly began eating the way they had all been taught to.

After all of them had finished eating, and their dishes had disappeared, Lucius set his hands on the table and began to speak.

"You missed out on your sleep yet again. Is something troubling you son?"

"No father, but I must admit, since my initiation, I have been a victim of insomnia."

"If you have trouble sleeping tonight you must come and seek me in my study. We have a very early start tomorrow and I need you to be well-rested for your return to Hogwarts. I expect you to come top of your class again."

"Of course"

"Excellent"

They all took this as a quote to leave and stood up. Narcissa walked toward her son.

"Do you want me to send house elves to pack for you?"

"Thank you for your kindness mother, but I would appreciate to pack my own bags this time."

"Of course, be sure to have it all done by an appropriate time"

"Yes mother"

They each walked to different sides of the mansion, Draco headed for his room.

He finally reached his room, which was perhaps too spacious for a young man, but suited his attitude. It was done in an old English style. Polished dark wood and wooden floorboards with the classically huge fireplace near the middle of the room with two dark green couches to take the heat of it, only one of them used.

In the far corner was his bed. Discrete but comfortably large, situated close to the door that lead to the bathroom, and finally in the corner opposite, a large bookshelf filled with all types of books, all of them arranged by alphabetical order of the author's names and beside that bookshelf, a large oak desk mostly bare at it's top with the exception of numerous quills and inkpots.

He summoned a large open trunk and a black backpack, He then went toward the small door next to the desk that was his wardrobe. He opened it and began to pick out his school robes, his quidditch uniform… but an uncomfortable tingle in his arm interrupted him.

He lifted the long sleeve of his robe only to discover that the tingle was indeed coming from the mark. The dark mark.

He was being summoned to meet the dark lord, and he had exactly five minutes to present himself.

He dropped what he was holding and quickly changed into his finest robes, the delicate mask which had been awarded to him he also wore, and a heavy cloak with a hood, which he wore over his perfectly styled hair.

He then touched the golden ring which, when intended to be, was a portkey.

He appeared in a room that, besides the fact of it being near noon, was very dark. He could however make out two figures. One in front of the other.

The one behind was undoubtedly his father, and he had a much too worried face for Draco's liking, and the other one was Lord Voldemort, whose lidless eyes were glowing red, and whose lipless mouth was curled into a smirk.

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I promise that will be the most boring chapter of them all, and hopefully, also the shortest, but I can't promise anything.

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Luv Abby