Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not owe anything that seems familiar. Although I wished I owed Draco Malfoy and especially Oliver Wood.....
I don't really know how it all started, or when exactly I started to fall for Hermione. Maybe it was during 4th year when I saw her at the Yule Ball as Victor Krum's date. Or maybe I have always loved her since I first met her, but my mind was so set on hating her that I never realize it. However it started, I never thought it would progress the way it did and will end the way it will. I guess I should start at the beginning to straighten things out. Let's begin at the end of summer before 6th year when everything in my life was turned upside down...
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My mother's screams filled the Malfoy Manor early Saturday morning when I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. My mother's scream was what woke me up. My mother's scream was what made me jump out of bed and run to her.
When I got to her, I wished that I hadn't. The sight of my father standing over my bruised and battered mother was a sight that I never wanted to see. The sight of my poor gently mother whimpering in the corner of the room was enough to fill me with rage.
I quickly ran over to her side and hugged her shaking body to my own as I silently whispered in her ears trying to calm her down.
"What do you think you're doing boy?" my father, Lucius Malfoy demanded, "Leave this room immediately; this is between your useless mother and I."
"No," I replied simply.
"What did you say?" father said with a dangerous tone in his voice as he narrowed his eyes.
"I said no," I repeated with more force.
"Do you dare disobey my order?" father asked through gritted teeth.
"Draco, get out of here," my mother, Narcissa Malfoy silently said to me, "I will be alright, just go."
"No mother, I refuse to leave you with this bastard of a husband," I spat the last part at my father.
My father was seething with rage by this point. He quickly closed the distance between us and pulled me up by my collars.
"I thought I taught you better than to disobey my orders and to disrespect me," father snarled in my face.
"No man deserves my respect when he hits my mother," I replied.
He dropped my collars and then with lightning speed, slapped me across the face. I heard my mother scream as his hand connected with my cheek. It didn't surprised me that he hit me because it's happened before. It surprised my father a great deal when I didn't end up sprawled out on the floor. Too many times have I been on the floor after being slapped by father, but this time, it's different. I still stood tall glaring at my father with defiance in my eyes.
"Don't you dare look at me like that boy!" father snarled.
"I can look at you anyway I want," I replied back.
"I'll teach you to disrespect me!" father yelled before whipping out his wand and pointed it straight at me.
Faster than I ever imagined my father would be; he threw the first spell at me.
"Crucio!"
I was not prepared for my father to throw one of the unforgivable curses at me. My body crumpled to the ground in pain, but I refused to cry. I silently endured the pain, never letting out a single sound because I knew that my father would enjoy that too much. I bit my lips trying to keep silent when I finally bit through and the copper taste of my own blood filled my mouth. Still, I did not make a sound, not even when my father yelled the curse again adding to the pain.
I faintly heard my mother in the background begging my father to stop his torture. Through the pain, I saw my father raise his hand and slapped my mother with enough strength to send her sprawling on the ground. Through the pain, my body filled with rage, and I stood up.
I watched with silent pride as my father's eyes widen when he saw me stand.
"Leave my mother alone," I said with a dangerous tone.
"And what would you do if I don't?" father asked with an evil grin.
I never gave him an answer; instead, I used brutal strength. With lightning speed, I punched my father in the face. The pain from the Crucio curse was lifted when father lost his concentration on me as his nose started to drip with blood.
"How dare you?!?" my father yelled.
I ignored him, of course. I went over to my dear mother to see to her injuries. I hugged her tight as her body shook with her tears. I didn't pay attention to my father, and that was stupid on my part. Next thing I knew, I was thrown across the room away from my mother. For the second time that morning, my father threw another spell at me.
"Incendio!"
Almost too quickly, my body was engulfed by flames. The flames ate through my clothes and started to burn my skin. I slumped down to the ground and pulled my body into a fetal position. Still, I did not scream. I only shut my eyes tight as the flames continuing eating me alive. Through the pain, I vaguely heard my mother beg my father to put the flames out. No matter how much pain I was in, I could still hear the crack of something breaking on a body. As the flames continue, I heard my father hit my mother once more before clearing the flames from my body. When the flames vanished, I did not move from my position on the floor. The only thing I could do was to keep concentrating on my own breathing.
"Remember this, boy," my father stated, "This is only a mild punishment for your insolence. Keep disobeying and disrespecting me, the punishments will get worst. I will not hesitate to kill you."
With that said, he kicked me in my ribs several times until I heard the crack of bones breaking. Still, I did not scream. I just endured the pain of the broken bones added to the burned skin of my body.
My father, finally satisfied with the damage he did to me, left the room with his robes billowing behind him.
My mother crawled over to me and pulled my head into her lap. Her fingers pushed the strands of hair that were covering my view.
"Oh Draco, my darling Draco," mother cried as she ran her fingers through my hair, "Why did you not leave when I told you to?" she whispered as she cried.
I could not answer her as the pain of my injuries intensified. As the pain increased, only then did I let myself let the tears to silently run down my cheeks. Only then did I let myself surrender to the darkness.
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A/N: This is the end of Chapter 1, I hope everyone likes it! Please let me know that some people are actually reading this. I love to write, but I also love reading REVIEWS!! Please REVIEW and let me know what you think!! If you want to be emailed when I update, leave your name/sn and your email address!!
Disclaimer: I do not owe anything that seems familiar. Although I wished I owed Draco Malfoy and especially Oliver Wood.....
I don't really know how it all started, or when exactly I started to fall for Hermione. Maybe it was during 4th year when I saw her at the Yule Ball as Victor Krum's date. Or maybe I have always loved her since I first met her, but my mind was so set on hating her that I never realize it. However it started, I never thought it would progress the way it did and will end the way it will. I guess I should start at the beginning to straighten things out. Let's begin at the end of summer before 6th year when everything in my life was turned upside down...
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My mother's screams filled the Malfoy Manor early Saturday morning when I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. My mother's scream was what woke me up. My mother's scream was what made me jump out of bed and run to her.
When I got to her, I wished that I hadn't. The sight of my father standing over my bruised and battered mother was a sight that I never wanted to see. The sight of my poor gently mother whimpering in the corner of the room was enough to fill me with rage.
I quickly ran over to her side and hugged her shaking body to my own as I silently whispered in her ears trying to calm her down.
"What do you think you're doing boy?" my father, Lucius Malfoy demanded, "Leave this room immediately; this is between your useless mother and I."
"No," I replied simply.
"What did you say?" father said with a dangerous tone in his voice as he narrowed his eyes.
"I said no," I repeated with more force.
"Do you dare disobey my order?" father asked through gritted teeth.
"Draco, get out of here," my mother, Narcissa Malfoy silently said to me, "I will be alright, just go."
"No mother, I refuse to leave you with this bastard of a husband," I spat the last part at my father.
My father was seething with rage by this point. He quickly closed the distance between us and pulled me up by my collars.
"I thought I taught you better than to disobey my orders and to disrespect me," father snarled in my face.
"No man deserves my respect when he hits my mother," I replied.
He dropped my collars and then with lightning speed, slapped me across the face. I heard my mother scream as his hand connected with my cheek. It didn't surprised me that he hit me because it's happened before. It surprised my father a great deal when I didn't end up sprawled out on the floor. Too many times have I been on the floor after being slapped by father, but this time, it's different. I still stood tall glaring at my father with defiance in my eyes.
"Don't you dare look at me like that boy!" father snarled.
"I can look at you anyway I want," I replied back.
"I'll teach you to disrespect me!" father yelled before whipping out his wand and pointed it straight at me.
Faster than I ever imagined my father would be; he threw the first spell at me.
"Crucio!"
I was not prepared for my father to throw one of the unforgivable curses at me. My body crumpled to the ground in pain, but I refused to cry. I silently endured the pain, never letting out a single sound because I knew that my father would enjoy that too much. I bit my lips trying to keep silent when I finally bit through and the copper taste of my own blood filled my mouth. Still, I did not make a sound, not even when my father yelled the curse again adding to the pain.
I faintly heard my mother in the background begging my father to stop his torture. Through the pain, I saw my father raise his hand and slapped my mother with enough strength to send her sprawling on the ground. Through the pain, my body filled with rage, and I stood up.
I watched with silent pride as my father's eyes widen when he saw me stand.
"Leave my mother alone," I said with a dangerous tone.
"And what would you do if I don't?" father asked with an evil grin.
I never gave him an answer; instead, I used brutal strength. With lightning speed, I punched my father in the face. The pain from the Crucio curse was lifted when father lost his concentration on me as his nose started to drip with blood.
"How dare you?!?" my father yelled.
I ignored him, of course. I went over to my dear mother to see to her injuries. I hugged her tight as her body shook with her tears. I didn't pay attention to my father, and that was stupid on my part. Next thing I knew, I was thrown across the room away from my mother. For the second time that morning, my father threw another spell at me.
"Incendio!"
Almost too quickly, my body was engulfed by flames. The flames ate through my clothes and started to burn my skin. I slumped down to the ground and pulled my body into a fetal position. Still, I did not scream. I only shut my eyes tight as the flames continuing eating me alive. Through the pain, I vaguely heard my mother beg my father to put the flames out. No matter how much pain I was in, I could still hear the crack of something breaking on a body. As the flames continue, I heard my father hit my mother once more before clearing the flames from my body. When the flames vanished, I did not move from my position on the floor. The only thing I could do was to keep concentrating on my own breathing.
"Remember this, boy," my father stated, "This is only a mild punishment for your insolence. Keep disobeying and disrespecting me, the punishments will get worst. I will not hesitate to kill you."
With that said, he kicked me in my ribs several times until I heard the crack of bones breaking. Still, I did not scream. I just endured the pain of the broken bones added to the burned skin of my body.
My father, finally satisfied with the damage he did to me, left the room with his robes billowing behind him.
My mother crawled over to me and pulled my head into her lap. Her fingers pushed the strands of hair that were covering my view.
"Oh Draco, my darling Draco," mother cried as she ran her fingers through my hair, "Why did you not leave when I told you to?" she whispered as she cried.
I could not answer her as the pain of my injuries intensified. As the pain increased, only then did I let myself let the tears to silently run down my cheeks. Only then did I let myself surrender to the darkness.
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A/N: This is the end of Chapter 1, I hope everyone likes it! Please let me know that some people are actually reading this. I love to write, but I also love reading REVIEWS!! Please REVIEW and let me know what you think!! If you want to be emailed when I update, leave your name/sn and your email address!!