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Teaser~
The sun light moved away from his manor, always it hid it's warmth from him. Maybe it was because of who he was or maybe, maybe the light feared the houses cursed halls and their dark, overly sad interior. Even when he walked the corridors his skin crawled and he longed to be any other place than where he was. He counted down the days until he would be returning to the one place he truly felt he could call home, Hogwarts. His father felt that the house he had built for his family couldn't be any more suitable for a Malfoy but Draco wanted a fire place to lay down and read in front of, not the floating blue orbs his father called 'homely', he wanted his mother to be safe from the un-dying rage of his dad, he wanted to be safe.
He softly caressed the hand print his father left in his arm. He knew he was meant to come home for dinner, the bruise was his fault, just like everything else that went wrong in his father's life. Sure, there was the occasional girl to ease his pain, but he knew nothing of the touch of a real woman. He was already seventeen and his chances of falling in love were thinning out, especially with the curse in place, it was up to him to break it and free the family.
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He still rememered the day his father sat him down and told him that he'd never learn how to love a woman, he was only seven, can you image a seven year old boy hearing that, knowing that for all his years alive his mother didn't know that her husband had never loved her. "But I love mummy, and she's girl," he remembered saying. "But son, thats a different type of love, her blood runs though viens, I know your to daft to understand it yet, but you will. You have until your 18th birthday to break the curse, someone must fall in love with you, kiddo, they must give their life for yours."
Draco awoke, covered in a thick, icy sweat.
Teaser~
The sun light moved away from his manor, always it hid it's warmth from him. Maybe it was because of who he was or maybe, maybe the light feared the houses cursed halls and their dark, overly sad interior. Even when he walked the corridors his skin crawled and he longed to be any other place than where he was. He counted down the days until he would be returning to the one place he truly felt he could call home, Hogwarts. His father felt that the house he had built for his family couldn't be any more suitable for a Malfoy but Draco wanted a fire place to lay down and read in front of, not the floating blue orbs his father called 'homely', he wanted his mother to be safe from the un-dying rage of his dad, he wanted to be safe.
He softly caressed the hand print his father left in his arm. He knew he was meant to come home for dinner, the bruise was his fault, just like everything else that went wrong in his father's life. Sure, there was the occasional girl to ease his pain, but he knew nothing of the touch of a real woman. He was already seventeen and his chances of falling in love were thinning out, especially with the curse in place, it was up to him to break it and free the family.
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He still rememered the day his father sat him down and told him that he'd never learn how to love a woman, he was only seven, can you image a seven year old boy hearing that, knowing that for all his years alive his mother didn't know that her husband had never loved her. "But I love mummy, and she's girl," he remembered saying. "But son, thats a different type of love, her blood runs though viens, I know your to daft to understand it yet, but you will. You have until your 18th birthday to break the curse, someone must fall in love with you, kiddo, they must give their life for yours."
Draco awoke, covered in a thick, icy sweat.