The Story of One Day
Summary: Twenty-four hours in the life of Draco Malfoy leading up til his initiation into the Death Eaters. Comprised of stories that explain Draco, some are flashbacks and others occur in the present.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I am merely a high school girl, who is broke and works too much and wants to go to college. I own nothing you recognize.
December 31st 2:00 a.m.
Pansy may have been the first person Draco had met, but during his younger years he had spent a great deal of time at a school for young wizards. Coventry Primary School was for only the most elite of wizarding society's children. Only young boys were accepted to the prestigious school an this was where Draco met Vince and Greg, most commonly known at Hogwarts as Crabbe and Goyle.
Vince was quiet solemn young man, resigned to joining the Death Eaters. He rarely spoke at all, knowing his fate and destiny. Although, he was a terrible charms student, he excelled at Transfiguration. Being a Slytherin prevented him from showing his gift in class, but he had always gotten full marks on every test and homework assignment. In addition to being very studious Vince was also very interested in becoming a writer. It was not a career his parents approved of though, and so he had again resigned himself into becoming his father's assistant after school. Vince acted as the brains of the group at most times. It had been his idea to exploit Harry Potter's fear of dementors during their third year. Vince was also responsible for helping Draco pass Transfiguration. Vince, however, lacked the passion for life Draco had, he simply had no sense of adventure. He was grounded, a realist and at times, very boring.
Greg on the other hand, was plain thick. Honestly, Draco had never met a person with less intelligence than Greg. He was unmovingly loyal, however, was the muscle of the group. Greg was eager to become a Death Eater. He was anxious to start his eternal fate. He planned to go into the family business after Hogwarts, whatever that meant. While Greg was insipid, he was not altogether worthless. He had a powerful presence that filled the room and a well-intentioned soul. Greg also happened to be the second son of the Goyle family, and second in the eye's of his family. His older brother, Charles, was a saint in the Goyle house. So, Greg had learned to stand out of the spotlight, and make the best of every situation. His positive demeanor often balanced out his shortcomings, and Vince's quietness.
Together, they were a team. There were other friends who came into their life; Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, and the entire Slytherin quidditch team. However, they were a classic group. Vince, the brain, Greg, the muscle, and Draco, the fearless leader. What a joke, fearless. Draco had never been so terrified in his entire life. He was going to give his life over into darkness, to fall into eternal ambiguity. He was scared, he had always trusted his father and believed him to be a fair man, but now Draco let him wonder. The doubt he felt lingered over his heart.
Vince and Greg had such conflicting views concerning Lord Voldemort. Vince wanted to postpone his fate, Greg wanted to face it, Draco wanted to escape it. However, there was no escape. Draco had always considered Greg the dumbest one of the group maybe he was right, maybe he had always been right…
Flashback
It was Draco's first day of school at Coventry Primary School, where Draco would learn the foundations of everything necessary to be a successful wizard or so his father had said. This Monday was not unordinary for England, it was raining and foggy. Narcissa dressed her little prince in a black rain coat and matching hat, with little snakes around the cuffs and hems. She gave him an umbrella with a snake carved into the staff. She took a photograph of her precious baby boy and sent him off with his father.
Lucius had agreed to take Draco to school on his way over to the Ministry. Although Narcissa had wanted to be with Draco, but he had put his foot down. After all, Coventry Primary had been his school, an all-wizard school, certainly not for house witches.
Upon entering his alma mater, he saw two of his associates and smiled, Crabbe and Goyle, with what looked like little pigs dressed in wizard robes. He smiled and walked over to them dragging Draco behind him, like a dog on a leash.
"Good morning gentlemen, are these you sons?" Lucius asked them in a condescending tone, after all none was higher than the Malfoy. He knew perfectly well that these were their sons, but he felt a need to make some sort of conversation with them.
"Yes, this is my son, Vincent," Crabbe said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"And this is my second son, Greggory," Goyle told Lucius only semi-interestedly.
"Parents please leave, pick-up time is two o'clock exactly. I will return your children to you then," an elderly witch said from the front of the room. All of the parents grudgingly exited the room, muttering about respect. "Now, students, please all sit in a circle on the floor."
Draco immediately froze, Malfoys did not sit on the floor, and neither did he. He tapped Vince's shoulder and whispered, "Are you actually going to sit on the floor like a dog?"
"No, I don't want to, but I don't want to get into any trouble either," he told him stopping, looking uncertain and cautious.
"What about you Goyle?" Draco asked him, having forgot his first name.
"Might as well, that's what we're being told to do isn't?" he asked rhetorically. He continued to move toward the spot on the floor where the teacher had pointed, until Draco's voice rang out.
"WE DO NOT SIT ON THE FLOOR LIKE DOGS!" he yelled for the entire class to hear him. In a moment all the little wizards were on their feet, except for a few timid looking little boys.
"What's all this about then? What is you name young man?" the witch demanded angrily.
"I am Draco Lucius Malfoy," he said swelling with pride. All the children looked at him with reverence in their eyes.
"I demand you sit down on the floor right now or else I will notify your parents," she threatened.
"Please do, they will tell you that Malfoys do not sit on the floor," he said with a note of triumph in his voice.
"All of you stay where you are, while I go alert Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy," the teacher said. Draco felt fear course through him, what would his parents say? His father would be angry, but he would be proud too, right? He had upheld the Malfoy code of honor, no matter the cost.
"You shouldn't have done that," a quiet voice said.
"Why not?" Draco asked the brown haired boy.
"Gran said to do whatever the teacher says, and my Gran is never wrong," he said.
"Oi, what's your name," Vince questioned him.
"Neville Longbottom," he responded blandly.
"Well, I suggest you keep your suggestions to yourself, because Crabbe doesn't like it," Vince said pointing to the very big, scary Crabbe. Neville gave a little tremble and disappeared back into the crowd.
"Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle come with me," a very stern looking man said. He took them out of the classroom into an office where all three of their fathers were waiting. Lucius did not look angry, in fact he looked prideful.
"Your sons tried to stage a classroom choux this morning by refusing to sit on the floor, claiming it was unbecoming for them," the stern man explained.
"I understand your concern headmaster, and I am sure Vincent is quite apologetic," Crabbe Senior said.
"Yes, I am sure Greggory was simply confused by the whole situation," explained Goyle Senior.
"Very well and good, just promise me no more mischief, you two," the headmaster pleaded and the two boys nodded their heads. "Mister Malfoy you have been accused of being the ringleader, what do you have to say or yourself?"
"I shall never surrender," Draco said bravely eliciting smiles from the faces of the adults. Lucius saw this as his opportunity to throw his two sense in.
"I believe my son was correct, if he does not wish to sit on the floor, then let him sit in a chair," Lucius said with no trace of humor in his voice.
But- but Mister Malfoy-" the headmaster spluttered.
"Let-him-sit-in-a-chair. Its not a difficult task is it?" Lucius asked threateningly.
"No sir," replied the defeated headmaster.
Present
Those days had seemed so long ago, when they were just young boys and now they were on the verge of manhood. They had always remained friends since that day, the classroom choux as they had heard it called was never forgotten by any student or teacher at Coventry Primary school. It was true though, maybe they should have just sat down. Maybe they should have just conformed, maybe Draco should just give in. Then again, where did power come from? Taking great risks, and that was what Draco had to do.
The Malfoy Code bound him to it.
Author's note: sorry that an update took so long, but my dad was diagnosed with cancer and I had final exams. I think the next chapter may be a flashback to Draco's sorting or it may be a scene between him and his mother. I am really fascinated with the character of Narcissa, but you tell me, Leave a review. Love, KTBallerina. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!