Title: Draco's Older Brother

Genre: Drama

Category: One Shot

Summary: Five year old Draco hates how his father always compares him to his older brother Kyrin. Pronounced KI-rin He hates how he always is punished for not acting like Kyrin. He hates how Kyrin can step out of line, but if he was even an inch away from the line, he was instantly punsihed. How does he find a solution? By getting rid of his problem...

Krysta's Notes: First ever one shot, be nice at least. This could at some point be called AU, but I'm gonna call it normal.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Draco, Lucius, Narcissa, or Dobby. Probably not even Kyrin. Well, on with my pitiful life then...

o0o0o0o Draco's Older Brother o0o0o0o
"Good job, Kyrin!" Lucius exclaimed, watching his ten year old son brew a poisonous potion with ease. Draco stared up at his brother. In a sense, Draco did admire Kyrin. He remembered when he was four, Kyrin was nine. And they always used to play together.
o0o0o0o Flashback o0o0o0o

"Ha ha! Wee!" Draco exclaimed as Kyrin twirled him throughout the air. They were outside, in the backyard, near an old oak tree. He set Draco down, and the small blonde boy tackled his older brother down to the ground, sitting on Kyrin's stomach. They were perched underneath the shade of the tree.

"Kyrin?" Draco asked timidly. "Kyrin, will you promise that you will always be here with me?" The younger Malfoy said, looking his brother in the eye, which was almost like a mirrored reflection.

"I promise, Draco. Nothing will change. I will always be here with you. Everyday of your life." Kyrin said, reaching over to tickle the boy. Draco smiled, his laughter floating through the air.

o0o0o0o End Flashback o0o0o0o

His little steel eyes watered. 'You promised me, Kyrin. You broke your promise.' He was tossed from his thoughts as his father's voice floated into his mind. 'Draco! Are you watching, Kyrin? You'll have to do this when you're six. You have an example, there's no excuse.' He realized that his father was actually talking to him. He nodded, and his father dismissing him from the presence of the dungeons. He ran speedily away from the room, tears in his eyes. 'I hate you!' He exclaimed thinking of Kyrin. He ran into his red and silver painted room, and slammed the door so hard, that the mirror on his dresser shattered. He slumped down beside his dresser, full of every wizard toy imaginable to London.
"Master Draco?" A squeak erupted from the corner of the young boy's room.

"Dobby?" He asked.

"Yes, Master, is Master Draco alright? Your looking reflecto device is broken." The elf said, pointing at Draco's mirror.

"Dobby!" He wailed hysterically, jumping up and squeezing the elf.

"Yes...Master Draco?" He choked out.

"Dobby! Promise me you'll never hate me! Promise!" The blonde wailed, sobbing into the elf's pillow case clothing.

"Master Draco, Dobby never hate you! Dobby does not like the cause of Master Draco's misery, that is all Dobby doesn't like."

"You don't like Kyrin?" Draco said, sniffling a bit.

"Master Kyrin is the cause of Master Draco's misery, Dobby is asking?" The elf said, careful not to be in the range of Draco's small slender arms, in fear of being choked.

"Yes." He sniffled. "Kyrin promised me he would never leave me." He said, sitting on his bed.

"But Master Kyrin is only downstairs! It is Dobby's pleasure to call up the young Master to you, Master Draco." Dobby said, going towards the door. Big mistake. Daco jumped up.

"No! Dobby, no! Don't get Kyrin!" Draco said, kneeling at the elf's feet, tugging gently on his pillowcase.

"Oh, Master Draco. I is going to get Mistress Narcissa and Master Lucius. They can help." Another mistake. Draco tackled the elf.

"No! Don't get my dad, he'll be angry with me! Just leave me alone."

Dobby left the room. Draco felt horrible. His throat hurt, and he kept hiccoughing. His face, as pale as he was, was now an endearing shade of red. He opened the door to his small closet, and sat in it, closing it behind him. He curled up into a ball and sat there.

Narcissa drew the closet door open, and took her young son from the floor of it.

"Draco, explain, now." Narcissa said, setting her son on her lap.

"Mum, Kyrin hates me. He never plays with me, or reads me stories, or does anything he used to." Draco said, buring his face into his mother's red house robes.

"What happened to the mirror?" Narcissa said, picking up a shard of glass.

"I slammed the door, really hard, and it broke. Please don't tell dad." He added as an afterthought.

"I won't. Reparo." She said, watching the mirror form into the board on Draco's wall again.

"You should go talk to Kyrin. I'll send him up here, okay?" Narcissa said, kissing her baby boy on the head, and setting him down on the floor to stand up.

"Bye mummy." Draco said, waving to his mother.

"Bye Draco. I love you." He smiled. His father had never said that to him, not that he had heard. But he always said it to Kyrin.

Minutes later, Kyrin walked into Draco's room. Sitting next to him on the floor, he began to talk.

"Hey Draco." He said, making the blonde look up at his brother.

"Hi Kyrin." Draco said, dismissing him.

"Look, I know I haven't really done anything with you in a long time-----" He started.

"Kyrin! You haven't played with me for a year! Ever since dad began preparing you to go to Hog-- whatever your school's name is, you haven't even said hello to me!" The boy exclaimed, near tears.

"Draco, don't cry. Malfoy's aren't supposed to cry." Kyrin said, wiping Draco's tears.

"You didn't tell me that when I fell at the park!" Draco yelled, remembering the day at the park.

o0o0o0o Flashback o0o0o0o

Draco was swinging, as Kyrin pushed him higher and higher. The swing's hinges squeaked as Draco went higher, and Kyrin held his hands out to push Draco, but was distracted, accidently shoving Draco to the ground. Draco sat on the ground, biting his lip hard, trying not to cry.

"Draco, it's okay. You can cry. It hurt, you're supposed to cry when you're hurt." The older Malfoy said, hugging the little one.

o0o0o0o End Flashback o0o0o0o

"But you were hurt, I told you to cry when you are hurt, Draco." Kyrin said, trying to pardon with the five year old.

"I am hurt!" Draco exclaimed, jumping up and running from the room.

"Draco!" Kyrin called after the young boy. Draco ignored him. 'I hate you!' He screamed in his mind. He looked back at Kyrin, who had a look of shock on his face. He realized, that not only did he think he hated Kyrin, he had voiced it aloud.

A large angry thumping was coming from the stairs near Draco. His father's face appeared from the archway.

"Did you just say what I think you said, Draco?" Lucius said, closing in on the boy.

"Did I just hear you say you hated Kyrin?" The older man smacked Draco, dropping the boy to his knees, and pulled tears from his tear ducts, and onto his face.

"Stop crying? Crying signifies weakness!" Luicius said, the connection between Draco's face and Lucius's hand reverberated throughout the hall. Draco fell down, unmoving.

"Lucius!" Narcissa said, rushing to pick up her abused son.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked, holding Draco's limp form close to her body.

"Kyrin never used to cry when I hit him!" Lucius exclaimed.

"Two things that contradict that, Lucius." Narcissa said. "You never used to hit Kyrin!" She exclaimed. "For the ten years Kyrin has lived, there isn't one time I can recall you hitting him. And two, Draco is not Kyrin! He will never be Kyrin! He's Draco!" Another smacked resounded in the hall.

Narcissa Malfoy had just slapped her husband.

"Kyrin, you stay here with your father, I'm getting Draco to a hospital. You can apologize later."

"But mum, I didn't--"

"Enough, Kyrin. That's the end. You apologize later, and then leave Draco alone. You hear me?" The boy nodded, tossing his shoulder length blonde hair around his head.

Sitting in the infirmary of St. Mungo's she watched Draco's breathing, and the rhymic movement of his chest, as it rose and fell. And then, Draco's bright silver eyes popped open.

"Draco." Narcissa said, hugging the boy.

"Mummy, what's going on?"

"You're at the hospital, Draco."

Arriving home, Lucius sat in his study chair, scowling at the paper. Narcissa walked through the study to reach Draco's room, carrying the boy.

"Hi dad." Draco said softly, not wanting to upset his father.

"Don't talk to me, boy." He said, sneering at the boy. Kyrin jumped down half the flight of stairs.

"Kyrin, don't do that!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"Draco, I'm sorry." The ten year old said, looking at his brother. Draco turned his face away, and said, "Yea right. I can't believe you. You promised to always be with me. I know now that your promises fall on deaf ears, Kyrin." Draco allowed himself to retire in his room.

In the morning, Kyrin took Draco to the park, the same park they had went to when he fell off the swing. Draco separated himself from Kyrin. 'I wish he would bloody die!' Draco said, thinking of his brother, who was watching him from a bench. He steadily sat himself on the swing, propelling himself forward. He was flying almost, and without Kyrin's help. He realized, that it wasn't as fun without Kyrin, and jumped from the swing.

"Kyrin," Draco started, trying to apologize. The ten year old was sleeping on the bench. "Kyrin, I'm ----" Draco screamed. His brother's whole head as he shook his body, fell to the ground.

When Lucius and Narcissa arrived, they saw people covering Kyrin's body, and a hysterical Draco, trying to be escorted into an ambulance.

"Kyrin!" He screeched. "Kyrin, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you sad! I didn't mean to run out on you! Kyrin come back!" Narcissa took a hold of her hysterical flailing child, who immediately sobbed into his mother's arms.

"Mummy, it's my fault! Kyrin wasn't with me! Maybe if Kyrin was with me, he wouldn't have died! Now I don't have an older brother!"

Draco had arrived home, and was sniffling on his bed. He still felt that the whole situation was his fault, and Kyrin would still be alive if it wasn't for him. Somewhere, whether it be in Draco's mind, or his heart, or his soul, or bloody hell, anywhere, a voice reminding him alot of Kyrin whispered.

"Draco. I will always be your older brother."

Next Chapter, Hate Me

Characters: Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter