Chapter 3- It begins- (Dracos POV)
Rated: R
Summary: after many years of uncontrollable fighting, Ginny sees what life is like for Draco. They slowly become closer, and realize that the one person that will bring them happiness was in front of them.
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The room was dark as Draco slowly stood up. After the previous night, he hadn't really fallen back to sleep, just sort of laid on his bed praying his father would not come back to his room. Slowly, he forced him self to look down on his chest where his father had kicked him. A large black and blue bruise had appeared and as he reached down, his long index finger touched it he almost threw up from the pain. Shaking his head slowly, he quietly (and carefully) stood up taking a few steps towards his door. He wanted to make sure his father was gone before he started to get ready to leave for school. Normally, his father did not escort him to King's cross station and he was very glad when a house elf ran up to tell him that his father had to leave on some unexplained 'business'. Draco snarled at the house elf and watched it run away with the smell of fear wafting up his nose. Turning away from the door, Draco relaxed. His father wasn't here, which meant he wouldn't have to see him until after Christmas (considering he would probably be forced to stay at school for the holidays). As he walked to his washroom, he paused for a moment to grab his wand and continued to venture into his private washroom. Closing the door, he looked his face over in the mirror. Shaking his head, he raised his hand to touch his lip, ignoring the searing pain that shot through his face. With his free hand, he picked up his wand and pointed it at his lip, muttering a spell that he had learned from reading one of his fathers many charm books.
Draco appearance had changed as well. Over the years of Quidditch that he played his body turned from very lanky into very well built and muscular. His blonde hair had grown, and it now hung loosely into his eyes. People compared his hair to some one who did a muggle sport they named 'smurfing' or something but he had never heard of it. Why would he want to hear about it? His eyes were a shade of light gray and a little blue made then seen as cold as ice. His skin was still pale, and smooth but it made his eyes stand out greatly. When he stood up tall, he would easily be measured to about 6'3. His body had filled in and his face turned handsome. Every girl in Hogwarts was afraid of Draco, but yet attracted to him. His dangerous personality made him seem like the bad boy all the girls Draco came in contact with wanted. It had to be said, he had gotten his fair share of woman that he used for one purpose only. Sex(Hey he's a seventeen year old boy, what do you expect!). He would sleep with them, and the next day be on to his next victim.
Turning from the mirror, he made his way to his large shower. Stopping in front of it, he put his fingers on the top of his boxers, and pulled them down and let them fall softly onto the cold ceramic floor. Stepping from them, he walked the rest of the way to his shower naked. Reaching into the shower, he turned the faucet on, and made the water nice and hot. Stepping into the steam, it was a surprise as the cascade of hot water fell onto his naked body. Reaching for the soap, he rubbed the bar up and down his chest, lathering himself with the white frothy suds that came from the soap. He let his hands roam down his body, and lightly linger and he shut his eyes and licked the water from his lips. He lightly touched him self, still rubbing soap all over his body.
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As he finished in the shower, he stepped out, dripping water all over the floor. Reaching around with his eyes closed, he grabbed a large white towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Slowly, he walked out of the washroom and into his over sized bedroom. While he was in the shower, some one (a house elf he thought in his head) had brought and folded neatly on his bed a nice pressed pair of black trousers and a soft black sweater. Droppings his towel, he walked up to the bed, and pulled on the green silk boxers that had also been placed on the bed. As he started to get dressed his mind flashed to what he heard his father saying last night. I will get him…Get who? Potter? A Weasley? These questions flew through Dracos head as he finished dressing.
Glancing around his room, he knew it would be one of the last times he would ever see it, and as he turned around to walk out be grinned. He was going to make his last year of Hogwarts memorable. He walked down the hall of the Malfoy manor, and stopped at the large stairway. In front of the door was a large trunk with the Slytherin crest on it, evidently his school trunk. As he made his way down the flight of stairs a tall, blonde woman appeared and simply stared at him. Her beautiful blue eyes sharply watched his every step, and stared daggers at him as their eyes met. "I have come to say good bye, my dear son." Narcissa Malfoys voice chimed. Dracos eyes went into a glower and he nodded. With out another word, he walked straight to the closet that was located beside the tall doors and opened it retrieving his black cloak. As he did this, Narcissa did not comment. Her son would one day see that what she did to him was not cruel but out of love.
Draco did not notice that his mother had left, but he really didn't care what she did. Calling for a house elf to grab his luggage, he took one last glance at the manor, as he made his way out the door to begin his schooling year. As the could September air blew on his face as he exited the manor, he could feel that this year would be his best year yet.
