That night I lay in my bed thinking about George Weasley and how handsome he had looked today. I closed my eyes and imagined his smiling face before me. I couldn't resist licking my own lips a little when I thought about what it would be like to let my lips play with his lips.
I felt a warm feeling spread all over me as I was thinking this and suddenly I was scared.
Not that these thoughts or these feelings were new to me. The hundreds of times I had dreamed of the Weasley twins back in school was a proof of that.
Even after they left I sometimes dreamed of them, mixed with dreams of different good-looking boys in school. But there was always something different whenever I thought about the twins, George mostly.
Seeing him again today only made these feelings grow stronger.
The thing was I had no idea if he was the kind of guy who would fall for the same gender or not. Even if he was, he would probably not give me, Draco Malfoy, the one who had made his brothers life hell during school, a chance.
I sighed and hugged my pillow tighter to me.
There was only one thing I could do, I had to try to make friends with both the twins, even if it took me years. That was the only way I could even remotely stand a chance in the long run.
After a long shower in the morning I put on my best robes and did my hair the best I could before walking out to meet a new day in Diagon Alley.
It was a cloudy day and not as warm anymore. I made my way to the usual cafe where I had made it my morning routine to have my breakfast at.
I sat down at a lonely table just by the window and ordered a warm butterbeer and toast and eggs.
As I was eating I gazed out the window at all the people walking back and forth in the streets, some in a hurry and some taking things slow.
Just as I was about to take another sip of my butterbeer I felt a hand on my shoulder so I put it down and looked around.
Behind me stood none other than Harry Potter.
"Malfoy" he said and nodded his head a little at me in a greeting.
My first instinct was to snap back to my old cold self.
A sneer marked my lips and I gazed coldly at him.
"Potter!"
Without saying a word Potter sat down in the chair in front of me and looked at me in silence for a while.
I tried my best to keep my face strong and cold, but it proved very hard since I was curious to know why on earth he was sitting here with me.
"Did you want something Potter?" I asked as I sipped on my butterbeer.
A dark shadow could be seen in his eyes as he narrowed his lips and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Well as a matter of fact, Draco, I would like to know if you had anything to do with your father being released from Azkaban yesterday!"
These words hit me like a ton of bricks and all my sense of cool evaporated in to thin air.
I felt the panic within me surface and the sweat starting to build on my forehead.
"He...is...o..out?!" I asked with a small voice.
Potters looked at me funny, almost with pity.
"You didn't know? You look scared, are you afraid of your father?"
I met his eyes and stood up fast without saying a word and within a few seconds I was out the door and running down the streets towards my apartment.
Just as I got to the door of my apartment a dark figure stood up from the chair over by the stairs. My heart almost stopped in my chest, it was my father.
"Draco, aren't you going to invite me inside your new home?" He asked with a demanding voice and eyes with so much darkness in them it terrified me.
I simply nodded and mumbled
"Yes father" and let him inside my apartment.
As he stepped inside his gaze went all around and he wrinkled his nose almost in disgust.
I just stood over by the window, looking at me feet, dreading what my father might say to me.
"Is this what you left our home for? You live almost like some common wizard..." he said with a sneer.
I still didn't say anything I just stood there, looking up at him with my best poker face.
He stepped closer and looked down at me.
"I am most unpleased with the way you have been acting this past year Draco!"
I pursed my lips and glared at him the best I could.
"Whatever do you mean father?"
This seemed to enrage him further, I could see storm clouds in his eyes.
"First you do badly in school, you stopped acting like a true Malfoy, then you gave up your chance to make a good pure-blooded girl your wife. For what reason, I don't see a replacement. Then you leave our home, you leave your mother in despair all alone, to live like some good for nothing Weasley in diagon alley! This won't do at all, you have disgraced the Malfoy name, I am ashamed of having you as a son!"
At these words I felt the little colour I had in my face vanish and my knees go weak.
Then I gathered myself and spoke in a weak voice.
"What if I prefer to find a man instead of a wife, what if I prefer to live my own life as I see fit."
When I said this my heart beat very fast and I looked at my father.
He seemed to be boiling over with anger.
"You will do no such thing, that is unthinkable of a Malfoy. You will disgrace me no longer. You will have to rectify all that you have failed me. You will join us, you will join the death eaters, you will prove yourself worthy of the Malfoy name!" he said and took yet a step closer to me.
" I will never do that!" I said and gritted my teeth. I knew Potter had stood against Voldemort just a few months ago and killed him. So there was no dark lord, but the death eaters were still there, the ones that had not been imprisoned in Azkaban, and they were after revenge.
That was the last straw for my father. He grabbed me by the neck and through me to the floor, then he took his cane and started to beat me over and over again, harder and harder with each stroke.
I had to bite my lip in order not to cry, I would not give him that satisfaction.
I bit down so hard that I could taste the blood in my mouth. The pain in my body from his violence grew stronger and stronger the more he hit me.
When finally I blacked out in pain he left me there, lying on the floor, blood all over me.