Mr. Popular
His heart was racing. He was afraid of what his father would do if he found out. He was running from his past and hoping to find his future. He wanted his mom more then anything. He missed her. The only thing he had left was his father. His father was a bad influence on him. He treated women as if they didn't have a heart. They were his play things and nothing more. Draco hated that. He hated his father. But most of all he hated life. He was glad that the school year was just around the corner. He was happy that this year he was head boy. He got his own room. He would get anything he wanted. Potter and he would not even have to see each this year. Draco was in Advanced Potions. It was one of his best classes. The only time him and Potter would have to come face to face was on the Quidditch field. Draco had changed a lot over the summer. He developed muscles and had a 6 pack. He believed in taking goods care of his body. He also had his share of girls chasing after him. But he never went out with anybody. He liked the feeling of being single. He had freedom to do whatever. No fights or anything.
Just as he thought, up a head was his dad. He was caught. "Just Great" he thought, "I'm so dead." And he was right. Lucius Malfoy was an abusive man. He took a hit at Draco and knocked him out. Draco woke up the next day in his bed. His jaw black a blue from where his dad had hit him.
A week later Draco was up and out the door ready to get on the Hogwarts Express. He waited for this day forever. It was his last year here, and then he would go to college. He wanted to do good this year. He needed to do good this year, because then he wouldn't get into college. He would have to live at home with his father for the rest of his LIFE. The car ride was silent. That's how he liked it. He didn't want his father talking to him about what a man he's grown into.
When he got there he saw Carbbe and Goyle and Pansy. He went right away to them with not so much as a good bye to his father. Pansy was looking alright this year. He didn't want her though. No challenge involved. He wanted a challenge. As soon as he thought that, a little red haired girl with green eyes walked by. He now knew what he wanted. He wanted her. He wanted Ginny Wesley.
Note from Marissa:
More then last time I'll try and write more later.