Hello readers, this story is going tomove along more when Draco actually gets to school...and with that there is not more really to say except ENJOY

WAIT! the disclaimer i forgot in the previous chapters :S - I do not own anything, and what fool would pretend they owned jk's characters or plot? anyways...don't sue:)

The next morning Draco awoke from a deep sleep to the sounds of someone's incessant talking. Slowly opening his eyes he could barely make out the blurred figure of his mother standing at the side of his bed. Blinking against the blinding sun that made its way from the window to pierce his eyes, he turned over and muttered something that he hoped sounded like 'go away'. Not one to take rejection, Narcissa dragged the covers off of her only son and shook him, all the while yapping about what needed to be done that day. Yes, Draco liked his mom, but she got on his nerves too often with her shallowness and prying. The disturbing realization that he was just as shallow as her made him mentally cringe. It's not like he ever actually did anything productive to change who he was, though. He resented himself so much at times, he hated his father, didn't respect his mother, and yet he didn't do anything to change it. That fact alone caused so much disappointment in himself that he preferred to dwell in self hatred than make the effort to reach the seemingly unattainable light at the end of the tunnel. If there even was any light.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Draco watched his mother's back as she left. He took the glass by the side of the table that was full of water and emptied it in one gulp. He reached a pale hand up and raked his fingers through the halo of shaggy blonde hair that adorned his small delicately featured face. Draco stood and made his way over to his closet and pulled some random clothes from their hangers quite roughly, not caring. He then went over to his dresser and grabbed boxers and an undershirt. He undressed and then put the boxers on and pulled the undershirt over his head. Then he stood in front of the mirror to look at himself briefly before putting on the rest of his outfit. Draco didn't mind his body; he knew the girls liked it well enough. He was thin, but not too thin, he even had an outline of some stomach muscles. Pansy once told him that he looked like he could have been the lead singer of a band. Like he would be caught dead in a band; what degradation, Draco smirked. Turning from the mirror, Draco picked his black pants from off the floor he so carelessly threw there minutes before and pulled them on. They fit him nicely. He then buckled the studded belt that hung from his belt loops. He thought this would intimidate people, especially goody goody people like Hermione Granger. Throwing a faded black, tight-fitting t-shirt on that had a faded design on it of some kind, he started walking out of his room and towards the dining hall where his father would surely be. He let out a long sigh as he made his way around a corner, and then put on a steely countenance before turning into the large extravagantly decorated dining hall.

Draco swept his gaze across the room before he sat down at the long table in the middle of the big room.

"Good morning, father." Draco didn't even crack a smile as he leveled his gaze to match his father's.

"Draco, you're late." There was the usual asperity in his voice that Draco had expected.

"I know, father, I -"

"I don't want to hear it. Do not let it happen again." With his bejeweled right hand, Lucius waved off a house elf with a plate of pancakes and with his other hand picked up a piece of toast, and with his usual arrogance, started to eat it. Draco watched his father do all of this with a growing anger rising in the pit of his stomach. He knew he had to control his emotions, so he pushed them back down and picked up his fork to start eating the eggs in front of him.

Draco ate quietly, not wanting to talk to his father. He finished as fast as he could and asked to excuse himself from the dining room. Lucius looked at him somewhat curiously, wondering why Draco was so eager to leave, barely recalling his son's outburst the night before that he so easily dismissed. He nodded slowly and Draco pushed his chair out from the table and rose, turned and started walking across the room towards the door.

"Draco." He stopped walking and turned around slowly. When his father and he locked eyes, Lucius said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Never disappoint me again." And with that, his eyes went back to his plate, and he began to eat again. It was like he forgot Draco was still there, standing with his eyes fixed on the crown of his father's head with his hands balled up into tight fists at his sides. Draco slowly turned and left the dining hall.

Ok, 3rd chap done, sorry that they're kinda short, i just don't have enough time to make really long ones..so they're kinda short for now. please review, i want to hear what you think...and till next time - au revoir!