"Draco! Wake up now before I come up there myself!" Draco groaned as his father's voice echoed through his ears. He got out of bed, careful not to step too hard on the floor. His feet were bandaged up from his mother's beatings, and he couldn't afford to injure them further. That wasn't what he needed at this point of his life.
He gingerly walked down the stairs, only to see his father, mother, and two uncles seated around the table. He winced at the sight of his two uncles, Erik Malfoy and Joel Black. He'd never liked either of them. The only thing they'd ever done for him was to tell his parents about every single thing he did wrong while they babysat him. He hated them. Hated their guts. Almost as much as he hated his parents, but not exactly.
Erik jerked his head towards Draco as he limped into the room. "You still keeping that boy?" he said in his deep, low voice. Lucius and Narcissa nodded, their eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of their son. Why on earth did they hate him so much? Was it because he was born? Was that it? If it was, then Draco would much rather die than live a life like this one.
"Draco, tell me, what are you good for?" Joel asked, smirking at the small seven-year-old. Draco said nothing. He didn't want to talk for his pathetic excuse for an uncle. Ever. It wasn't even on his list of priorities. Joel's eyes narrowed.
He stood up from the table, slapping Draco hard across the face. Draco staggered back, touching his hand to the red mark on his face. No one else made any motion, as if this were just some normal routine they usually did. And, truth be told, it was. It was all too normal, and the exact thing Draco hated.
"I'm not telling you anything," Draco said coolly, turning around and trying to walk out of the room. That was a big mistake. Joel grabbed him by the waist, causing Draco to scream and kick him. Lucius, Narcissa, and Erik were laughing by this time as they watched Draco struggle to get out of his uncle's arms. Draco just wanted to get out of that house and go across the street to his friends' house. And that's exactly what he planned on doing.
Draco bit Joel hard on the hand, causing him to yelp and drop Draco head-first onto the floor. Even though that hurt extremely bad, Draco quickly pushed himself off of the floor, running out the door and across the street before anyone could stop him. He was safe for now.
He gingerly walked down the stairs, only to see his father, mother, and two uncles seated around the table. He winced at the sight of his two uncles, Erik Malfoy and Joel Black. He'd never liked either of them. The only thing they'd ever done for him was to tell his parents about every single thing he did wrong while they babysat him. He hated them. Hated their guts. Almost as much as he hated his parents, but not exactly.
Erik jerked his head towards Draco as he limped into the room. "You still keeping that boy?" he said in his deep, low voice. Lucius and Narcissa nodded, their eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of their son. Why on earth did they hate him so much? Was it because he was born? Was that it? If it was, then Draco would much rather die than live a life like this one.
"Draco, tell me, what are you good for?" Joel asked, smirking at the small seven-year-old. Draco said nothing. He didn't want to talk for his pathetic excuse for an uncle. Ever. It wasn't even on his list of priorities. Joel's eyes narrowed.
He stood up from the table, slapping Draco hard across the face. Draco staggered back, touching his hand to the red mark on his face. No one else made any motion, as if this were just some normal routine they usually did. And, truth be told, it was. It was all too normal, and the exact thing Draco hated.
"I'm not telling you anything," Draco said coolly, turning around and trying to walk out of the room. That was a big mistake. Joel grabbed him by the waist, causing Draco to scream and kick him. Lucius, Narcissa, and Erik were laughing by this time as they watched Draco struggle to get out of his uncle's arms. Draco just wanted to get out of that house and go across the street to his friends' house. And that's exactly what he planned on doing.
Draco bit Joel hard on the hand, causing him to yelp and drop Draco head-first onto the floor. Even though that hurt extremely bad, Draco quickly pushed himself off of the floor, running out the door and across the street before anyone could stop him. He was safe for now.