A/N: I AM SOOOO SORRY EVERYONE! To my readers, (If I have any LEFT!) I have
missed you all very much and I hope you can forgive me for being away so
long, you know, I've been busy for the past year... I hope I can find time to
finish this, I'll really try!
In this, Draco is going to have an older sister. I don't know if it's true or not or what, but just a heads up. She isn't a big character anyway.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I only own the plot and blah blah blah... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco felt like he wanted to die. He awoke that late summer morning in an icy sweat. It felt like someone poured sugar water all over him. He grabbed his black oak wand off of the table and muttered a gruff incantation. A shimmering green spark emerged from the tip and spun around the room rapidly. Suddenly it fizzled out to display the time "2:45" in glowing green numbers. Draco groaned. He had been having nightmares about his "mudblooded" classmate "Granger" for the past week and had it up to his eyeballs with the subconscious images of the golden-haired, buck toothed snob.
As much as he tossed and turned, he couldn't get back to sleep, so he decided to read a book. "If it will get me to stop dreaming about Granger, I can loose a few hours sleep tonight." He grabbed his contraband copy of "Dark Arts for Pureblooded Men" out of his night table drawer and opened to chapter 3: Paralyzed Levitation, the "Black Widow" method. He tried to keep his studies hidden, seeing as he stole the book from his father, who ALWAYS became miffed if Draco stole his stuff. The dark arts topic of his stolen book would hold no weight with his father. Stealing was illegal in the Malfoy household, for the sole purpose that people were dying to get their hands on anything that would prove the Malfoy family's devotion to the dark Lord.
~*~
"Draco Darling, breakfast!" Narcissa's voice resonated throughout the large marble mansion. Draco's ears stung. He always knew his mother's voice had a sort of 'roofing spike' quality, but eventually learned to deal with it. Her voice was the only poor quality, for she was beautiful, and had a very inviting personality. Draco adored his mother, but sometimes he felt that if she had no voice it would be perfect.
"DRACO!! HURRY UP YOU STUPID PRATHEAD I'M STARVING!" shrieked his older sister, Lydia. He winced and skulked downstairs, in his usual sleep attire: grey sweats and a green silk robe, covering a well developed body. He had tried his best to get into shape over summer so that he wouldn't have to hang around his cronies all the time, seeing as they seemed to get stupider every time they blinked. Draco had no one at school that he could have an intelligent conversation with. "UGH! IT'S ABOUT TIME! Ha-ha, nice hair, Drakeykins still doesn't know how to use a brush mother." Draco just glared coldly from behind stray silvery hairs at his stick-figure sister, with her silver silk robe and blonde hair with black streaks. His sister was the biggest pain in the arse in his opinion. He didn't expect his father at breakfast; no doubt he had been out at all hours of the night at Death- Eater congregations, and was catching up on his sleep.
After his extremely dull breakfast, Draco decided to get dressed and go out. It was, after all, his last day home. Tomorrow he would have to get back on the train to Hogwarts in the morning. He smirked at the thought. It would be a relief to get back to school, too see Crabbe and Goyle, as thick as they were. He dressed in his chamber, threw on an emerald green cloak and fled the cold Manor and its haunting memories.
Draco returned home 5 hours later, after a long visit to Diagon Alley. He had spent most of his time in the Leaky Cauldron; he didn't see the need in going to any of the shops, he already had his school supplies, and interaction with people would just make him cross. Truth was, he was tired, however, he knew his father must be awake by now, and wouldn't tolerate such laziness. Lucious forbade sleep past 7:00AM during summer holidays, and none past 6:00AM during the school season. Lucious knew when Draco slept in at school too, and a howler was often waiting for him when he awoke.
Dinner was like all other meals. Bleak. Nothing special. Draco could feel his father's cold stare across the table as it always was. His father expected a lot of his only son, to continue the family legacy, and to be strong. Draco wanted nothing more than to finish and retreat to his chambers, but he knew Lucious would sense weakness and punish him for it. An hour of small talk drifted by, and Draco felt his eyelids begin to get heavier. He found it a good a time as ever to go up. If he didn't leave now, out would come Lydia's 'random comment of the evening' and he would be stuck there for another hour. "Excuse me," he said, half-bowing to his mother, and nodding to his father. "I'm going to bed so that I may rise early for the train tomorrow." Swiftly, he left the dining room. He hated all that formality crap towards his parents. It was the way he was brought up, and was punished if he didn't behave just so. Boy, he couldn't wait to go to Kings Cross and be rid of the ice cold Malfoy Manor for another ten months.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco drifted into a self-assured sleep, his forbidden book rising with his steady breaths on his chest as he slept.
~*~*~*~*~
"NO, NOT HARRY!... You... How could you?!"
"Get over it Granger, you'll see him soon... as soon as I finish off your friends and family."
"But why? Why would you do this?"
"Granger..."
"TELL ME! Why are you doing this?!"
"You betrayed me..."
"Granger I'm telling you, be quiet"
"That's my boy... finish them all. I'm proud of you..."
~*~*~
Draco awoke with a start. He woke up right on schedule. One minute more in this deep sleep and his father would surely beat him. He looked in his full length mirror as he rose from his bed to his feet. He hadn't had time to wash his hair, and it was a complete mess. Where his everyday slicked hairstyle held in some places, other places were wild like silvery needles. He ran a hand through his hair, separating any cemented ties that had fixed overnight. He strolled to his armoire and pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and a black tee-shirt. He threw his new robes into his trunk (that the elves had packed for him while he was out the day before) and left his chambers, not looking back.
Then he had time to remember his dream, and ponder it all the way to school.
~*~ end chapter 2 ~*~
A/N: Don't tell me, because I know it sucks. LOL! It will get better, I promise. I'm starting to formulate plans, but if anyone has any ideas, please share! I'm open to any ideas as to where to send this, but I need reviews before I can post the next chapter... say, 20 more reviews at least? I know it's been a long time. Hope you enjoyed it! And please review! ~Raya Lyons ^-^
In this, Draco is going to have an older sister. I don't know if it's true or not or what, but just a heads up. She isn't a big character anyway.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I only own the plot and blah blah blah... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco felt like he wanted to die. He awoke that late summer morning in an icy sweat. It felt like someone poured sugar water all over him. He grabbed his black oak wand off of the table and muttered a gruff incantation. A shimmering green spark emerged from the tip and spun around the room rapidly. Suddenly it fizzled out to display the time "2:45" in glowing green numbers. Draco groaned. He had been having nightmares about his "mudblooded" classmate "Granger" for the past week and had it up to his eyeballs with the subconscious images of the golden-haired, buck toothed snob.
As much as he tossed and turned, he couldn't get back to sleep, so he decided to read a book. "If it will get me to stop dreaming about Granger, I can loose a few hours sleep tonight." He grabbed his contraband copy of "Dark Arts for Pureblooded Men" out of his night table drawer and opened to chapter 3: Paralyzed Levitation, the "Black Widow" method. He tried to keep his studies hidden, seeing as he stole the book from his father, who ALWAYS became miffed if Draco stole his stuff. The dark arts topic of his stolen book would hold no weight with his father. Stealing was illegal in the Malfoy household, for the sole purpose that people were dying to get their hands on anything that would prove the Malfoy family's devotion to the dark Lord.
~*~
"Draco Darling, breakfast!" Narcissa's voice resonated throughout the large marble mansion. Draco's ears stung. He always knew his mother's voice had a sort of 'roofing spike' quality, but eventually learned to deal with it. Her voice was the only poor quality, for she was beautiful, and had a very inviting personality. Draco adored his mother, but sometimes he felt that if she had no voice it would be perfect.
"DRACO!! HURRY UP YOU STUPID PRATHEAD I'M STARVING!" shrieked his older sister, Lydia. He winced and skulked downstairs, in his usual sleep attire: grey sweats and a green silk robe, covering a well developed body. He had tried his best to get into shape over summer so that he wouldn't have to hang around his cronies all the time, seeing as they seemed to get stupider every time they blinked. Draco had no one at school that he could have an intelligent conversation with. "UGH! IT'S ABOUT TIME! Ha-ha, nice hair, Drakeykins still doesn't know how to use a brush mother." Draco just glared coldly from behind stray silvery hairs at his stick-figure sister, with her silver silk robe and blonde hair with black streaks. His sister was the biggest pain in the arse in his opinion. He didn't expect his father at breakfast; no doubt he had been out at all hours of the night at Death- Eater congregations, and was catching up on his sleep.
After his extremely dull breakfast, Draco decided to get dressed and go out. It was, after all, his last day home. Tomorrow he would have to get back on the train to Hogwarts in the morning. He smirked at the thought. It would be a relief to get back to school, too see Crabbe and Goyle, as thick as they were. He dressed in his chamber, threw on an emerald green cloak and fled the cold Manor and its haunting memories.
Draco returned home 5 hours later, after a long visit to Diagon Alley. He had spent most of his time in the Leaky Cauldron; he didn't see the need in going to any of the shops, he already had his school supplies, and interaction with people would just make him cross. Truth was, he was tired, however, he knew his father must be awake by now, and wouldn't tolerate such laziness. Lucious forbade sleep past 7:00AM during summer holidays, and none past 6:00AM during the school season. Lucious knew when Draco slept in at school too, and a howler was often waiting for him when he awoke.
Dinner was like all other meals. Bleak. Nothing special. Draco could feel his father's cold stare across the table as it always was. His father expected a lot of his only son, to continue the family legacy, and to be strong. Draco wanted nothing more than to finish and retreat to his chambers, but he knew Lucious would sense weakness and punish him for it. An hour of small talk drifted by, and Draco felt his eyelids begin to get heavier. He found it a good a time as ever to go up. If he didn't leave now, out would come Lydia's 'random comment of the evening' and he would be stuck there for another hour. "Excuse me," he said, half-bowing to his mother, and nodding to his father. "I'm going to bed so that I may rise early for the train tomorrow." Swiftly, he left the dining room. He hated all that formality crap towards his parents. It was the way he was brought up, and was punished if he didn't behave just so. Boy, he couldn't wait to go to Kings Cross and be rid of the ice cold Malfoy Manor for another ten months.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco drifted into a self-assured sleep, his forbidden book rising with his steady breaths on his chest as he slept.
~*~*~*~*~
"NO, NOT HARRY!... You... How could you?!"
"Get over it Granger, you'll see him soon... as soon as I finish off your friends and family."
"But why? Why would you do this?"
"Granger..."
"TELL ME! Why are you doing this?!"
"You betrayed me..."
"Granger I'm telling you, be quiet"
"That's my boy... finish them all. I'm proud of you..."
~*~*~
Draco awoke with a start. He woke up right on schedule. One minute more in this deep sleep and his father would surely beat him. He looked in his full length mirror as he rose from his bed to his feet. He hadn't had time to wash his hair, and it was a complete mess. Where his everyday slicked hairstyle held in some places, other places were wild like silvery needles. He ran a hand through his hair, separating any cemented ties that had fixed overnight. He strolled to his armoire and pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and a black tee-shirt. He threw his new robes into his trunk (that the elves had packed for him while he was out the day before) and left his chambers, not looking back.
Then he had time to remember his dream, and ponder it all the way to school.
~*~ end chapter 2 ~*~
A/N: Don't tell me, because I know it sucks. LOL! It will get better, I promise. I'm starting to formulate plans, but if anyone has any ideas, please share! I'm open to any ideas as to where to send this, but I need reviews before I can post the next chapter... say, 20 more reviews at least? I know it's been a long time. Hope you enjoyed it! And please review! ~Raya Lyons ^-^