Draco's POV
I stared up at my black ceiling, wondering if maybe I should fly over to Goyle's house. I sat up, and looked around my gigantic room. It looked like a room for a forty-year-old wizard, with all the black, maroon, and mahogany. Everything was wood. I hated it.
"Draco!" I didn't move. "DRACO!" A bit annoyed, but I still didn't move.
"DRACO MALFOY COME DOWN HERE DAMN IT!" I sighed, and reluctantly slid off my bed and headed downstairs. I walked through the hall, lavishly decorated with idiotic pictures of my 'worthy' relatives, and statues. They all looked down on me smugly. I sighed, not realizing one of them had coughed to get my attention.
"AHEM!" He said, a little bit louder. I pivoted and glared at my great grand uncle. "Boy, your picture will be up here one day." I nodded warily. "Make sure the magic is worth it!" I cocked an eyebrow, not sure what he meant. "I mean, don't do anything STUPID so they blast you off! Do you want to end up like your second cousin!" I looked at a bare spot in the wall, where there were only bits of frame and an abundance of permanent ashes. I rolled my eyes.
"No... I will not end up like my second cousin…" My uncle gave a malevolent little chuckle.
"I didn't think so." What I wouldn't do to smash his damn face in… I pivoted again, grumbling all the way down the hall. I came to the stairs, and had a sudden urge to slide down the long, curving, mahogany star rail. I shook my head.
"Too much time with Crabbe." I had invited the pinhead over for a little while, and he trashed most of the house. It was kind of fun though, watching the elves get all pissy when they didn't know I was there. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud booming voice.
"DRAAAAAACO!"
"I'M COMING!" I hollered back. I eased my way down the stairs, meeting my mother and father at the end.
"What took so bloody long…" he asked me, in his deadly calm voice.
"Uncle wanted a word with me," I replied truthfully. The look of malignance cleared my mother's face, as she nodded.
"Fine. Well, come here. I have something for you." I perked up.
"What is it?" My father rolled his eyes and glared at me.
"Do you think it might be possible for you to go see?" His words dripped with sarcasm. I glared ahead, avoiding his eyes. He led me down to the music room, a place I rarely went. When we got there, there was a lady standing by the piano. She smiled politely at me, as my mother smiled brightly.
"Draco, I've decided for the remainder of the summer, you'll learn to sing!" I glared at my mother.
"I don't think so." I turned around and walked away. My mother came after me, and grabbed my arm, digging her nails into me. I didn't mean to, but when I turned, my arm hit her hard. She staggered, holding her jaw. I watched as the tears welled up in her eyes.
"MOTHER! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean…"
"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BASTARD." My mother left the room, as my father came up to me.
"That's it. You're being home schooled. You've been turned into a barbarian by that idiot school of yours. You're staying here." I shook my head, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Come back here boy!" My father bellowed. "FINE. WE'LL DO IT THE HARD WAY!" My eyes widened as I took off running to my room. I was half way up the stairs when he grabbed the back of my shirt, and threw me down. I rolled all the way down, and felt a muscle turn in a way it shouldn't. I reached the bottom with a loud thud. My sight was blurry, but I could still see him walking down the stairs, ready to thrash me. First, came the worst blow. A excruciating kick in my stomach. There were a few more, on my arms, legs, but I refused to cry.
"Still not appreciative boy? " I knew he wanted to see me cry, but I'm a stubborn little bastard. "Fine, we'll do this my way!" My eyes widened as he pulled his wand out from his pocket. "CRUCIO!" Every little muscle in my body twitched with pain. It didn't last very long, I blacked out.
I woke up on the floor in my room. I tried to turn around, but the pain was still intact. I lied there on the cold ground of my room, doing nothing but breathing. After a few minutes, I struggled to get up. I staggered over to my desk, where I kept my wand. I opened it, and pulled my long black wand out. I started to perform a few healing spells I had learned in Charms class. In about half an hour, most everything was gone, but it still hurt like hell. I couldn't take this anymore. I walked over to my dresser, and pulled out all of my Hogwarts things. I decided.
I'd would leave the second they fell asleep.
