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Draco descended down the grand staircase and into the main hall. 'I cant wait until I get out of this dungeon. I can't believe that I'm thinking this but I would really rather be at Hogwarts right now. Lucius is a nut case and he's driving ME crazy with all of his "honor the family" bullshit'.
The main hall was filled with beautiful as well as disturbing paintings of long dead Malfoys. They all looked distinguished and powerful. With their aristocratic noses in the air, chatting away bout the great accomplishments of the family.
"Ah, you must be Draco. I am glad to see you on this wonderful day. You know, today is the day to make your family proud. Your father has a wonderful surprise for you," said a snotty faced Malfoy from some long time ago; Draco didn't really care what the stupid painting said.
"You know, after eighteen years, this is the first time you have acknowledged my presence. I'm surprised you even know my name," Draco smirked at the painting.
"You have proven to be a true Malfoy, my boy. You have become a truly powerful wizard; if it weren't for Lucius, I don't think you would get very far. For all of your hard work, I decided to honor you with the privilege of speaking to me."
"Whatever," Draco replied as he continued to walk down the hall and toward Lucius' study. 'Man, these people are so full of themselves. Lucius had absolutely nothing to do with my "hard work", the only word I've gotten from him in the past three months came in a parchment filled with my daily routine.'
Just as always Lucius has underestimated Draco's abilities. Of course, the spells that Draco was required to practice were not easy; Draco, however, always managed to finish his tasks within a few hours. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave the Malfoy grounds and do something more interesting besides studying and training.
For some reason Lucius didn't trust even those closest to him, so he put a spell on his grounds to prevent anyone from leaving or entering without Lucius' consent. Anyone that tried to enter or leave without permission would be vaporized on the spot.
To keep himself busy and from going insane, Draco spent some of his free time in the library. Before this summer, Draco was never too found of libraries, he found them quite creepy actually. His opinion changed when he found himself lost in the Malfoy collection. Many of the forgotten books that he found there were filled with secrets that most could only dream to possess. Thousands upon thousands of volumes with mysteries inside filled the endless shelves, they intrigued and captivated Draco from the moment he entered the great room. In the hours that Draco spent there, he learned a great deal of new and forgotten magic. That is where most of his knowledge came from, not from his father, not even his training requirements.
Of course Draco did not spend his whole summer cooped up in a library. He was determined to win the Quiddich Cup as captain of his Slytherin team during his last year at Hogwarts. His only opponent was Harry Potter; none of the other teams stood a chance against Draco. Harry was fast, but Draco knew that he could be faster. Knowing that, he spent the rest of his free time training for the game. He spent hours on his broom to increase his speed and agility; which by the way did quite a bit to his physique. He was strong, and not to mention quite good looking, and ready for some action out on the field.
'Just a few more hours and I'm out of here. Hopefully Lucius' brilliant plans won't stop me from leaving. God I'm sick of this bloody dungeon.'
Draco stopped in front of a pair of huge and heavily decorated doors that led into Lucius' study. He reached for the golden handle to open the door, but it flung open before he even touched it.
"Ah, my son. It is good to see you. Well, you have surely grown in the past three months," Lucius exclaimed as he approached his son.
" Well Father, I wish I could say the same thing to you. You…um…look quite ghastly."
"I suppose, but I have worked really hard and all for your benefit. Must you always be so ungrateful Draco," Lucius glared at his son who looked around the room without any interest. "Anyway, today is a very important day. Today you will show me if you are truly capable and worthy of your name."
" Oh, please do tell, father. I would surely appreciate an insight on whatever you are planning to do to me on this 'very fine day'," Draco smirked as he returned a glare to Lucius.
"You have quite a character my boy, which I think is for the better. I was worried you were going to turn out a wimp. That wouldn't have played very well with the role you have been assigned to."
That made Draco mad, he was sick of being controlled by his father and by the ways of the Malfoys. He had a life to live, and he was stuck here with Lucius assigning him roles.
"The role I have been assigned to? What in the hell are you talking about? I don't need to be assigned a role, especially not in any of your pointless plots. I don't see why you keep trying. You have power, money, and fame. What else do you want? Get a clue, Voldemort is dead…."
Lucius' face was filled with rage, "You will not insult the great lord, especially not while you are my son!" Then Lucius started to mutter something to himself as he paced the room, "he told me that you would be difficult. But I know that you will never betray your name or your destiny. Not after all I have taught you. You will be great; you will rise up and rule them all. That is what will happen. Whatever weakness you have, I will destroy it. I will crush all those in the way."
"What are you muttering about?"
Lucius glared at his son, suppressing his rage. "Follow me!"