A/N: I know I have so many other stories to update but this one just got stuck in my mind and it wouldn't go away, giving me no inspiration for Brotherhood. This is my first story with Draco in it. I simply don't believe he is all bad.

The story is rated for child abuse in later chapters. Tell me if I should raise the rating at any time, so I don't loose my story.

Also, this is NOT slash. I read it once in a while but I do not read it. If you want to think of it as slash or romance go ahead, but it's not. He isn't even friends with them, though I'm hinting he might be some time later on.

I do not own Harry Potter, and never will. So without further ado, onto the story!

Just so you know, this might seem more like a prologue, there's really no talking and it's more to get a feel for Draco. I mean I haven't written him before. Sorry if it may seem a little slow, it will get better as the action starts up.

IMPORTANT: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN MODIFIED!

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Chapter 1: Rule number four

Draco's POV

Could this class be any more boring? I swear why do we even need this subject? History is history…it's over, it's done, forget it! Of course, father wouldn't be very happy if I said that, since Malfoy's are all throughout history.

Of course, I doubt father would be happy about anything, unless it has to do with Voldemort.

Honestly what's so frightening about Voldemort's name anyway? Actually the name sounds rather humorous. If a muggle heard it they would probably laugh at the name.

Did I just insult Voldemort? Merlin I hope not, father would skin me alive. He doesn't think about anyone except himself, and he only thinks about Voldemort because otherwise he'll get himself killed.

No matter, he's in Azkaban now thanks to bloody Potter. That wonder boy, always having to go and save everyone and everything. He doesn't realize how that hurts some people. Like my mother. How does he think that affects her? She's so empty, she needs him so she has someone to follow orders from. Did that make sense? I don't know, it doesn't matter much now does it? Mother doesn't care about anyone, not even herself. Of course, she'll be fine soon. Father will get out of Azkaban quickly…though I'm not sure how I feel about that exactly.

Father is a perfectionist. If something's not done right, well the results aren't pleasant. I know about that if I don't know anything else. Of course it has never been that bad for me. The worst was when he got angry because I retorted back about my grades. All that happened was he got some use out of that cane of his. I hate that bloody cane.

I almost yawn in front of everyone. Rule number one, Malfoy's show no emotion except hate, loathing, cruelty, and pleasure at others discomfort.

He could write a whole book on the Malfoy rules. In fact, I think he did. There are so many of these bloody rules, they're just so pointless. About Voldemort being great and Malfoy's always serving him. What if I don't want to serve him?

Rule number five, no Malfoy shall ever go against or insult the Dark Lord. I'm doing just great with these rules today aren't I?

Looking over at Granger, I see her writing furiously away. How can you get so many notes from such a boring class? Bloody know it all. Father doesn't like her very much either, just because she's got better grades then me (besides being a mudblood of course)

Rule number twenty-seven, a Malfoy will never let a mudblood surpass them in any way.

This class is so boring. I slowly begin to doodle on my parchment as I let my mind wander. Glancing down at my paper, I see I've drawn a picture of my History Of Magic book burning. I smirk at it and lean back in my chair, balancing on two legs. A wisp of hair falls in front of my eyes, and I make no move to push it away. Suddenly, my chair starts to fall out from under me. I wildly grab at the desk in front of me and pull myself back up. Everyone's looking at me. I sneer at them and they quickly turn away. I notice that professor Binns didn't even look up from his book.

Hmph. Nothing could stop him from reading that boring text to us. Not even death. Stupid idiot made the mistake of leaving his body behind.

A Malfoy is never to make any mistakes. I know it's a rule, but I'm not sure which one. I'm loosing it; I'm seriously loosing it! It's this class. Maybe I should just take a nap like everyone else.

OW! That hurt. Bloody desk! I think this as I rub my head where I hit it on the desk. Bloody school! Bloody life! Granger is looking at me. I scowl and she just rolls her eyes. I let my look soften so I look indifferent. It's taken years of practice to be able to control how I feel.

Of everything my eyes are the hardest things to make emotionless. Once my father made me stand in front of the mirror and practice until I could get all emotion out of them. It was back in second year, when I let a small amount of fear show in my eyes when shopping in Knockturn alley. Father doesn't like me to disobey or show any fear. Well you'd show fear too if one moment your looking at something and suddenly you are almost struck with a cane.

I hate that bloody cane.

What's strange is I noticed my eyes almost seem to change colors when I hide my emotions. They almost look icy blue when I'm angry…and that's usually how I have to keep them. But if I let my façade down…they almost seem to turn stormy gray. Yes I just described my eyes but so what? I'm bored and this class is giving me a headache.

It's sad when you're so bored that you start contemplating your eye color. I glance at my watch and groan quietly. Still half an hour to go.

Did I just groan? Malfoy's do not show emotion! That's a big rule! Crying, crying counts as an emotion. But this rule is so large it also got it's own number. Malfoy's do not cry, it was drilled in there from when I was old enough not to cry. Age two…I haven't cried since age two, though sometimes I want to.

What am I saying? This class is getting in my mind! I need to get out of here, I'm going insane! Putting my head in my hands, I stare through them at the table and take a deep breath and close my eyes.

In my mind, I see my father. "How dare you even think of going against the rules? You are a Malfoy boy!"

My eyes snapped open in surprise and I almost fall off my chair again. Luckily no one noticed this time. Except Granger. She glances at me but turns away again. Filthy mudblood, stay out of my business!

That's never happened before. Maybe I actually fear my father leaving Azkaban. When he is angry, he takes it out on other people.

And who will be there when he first gets out, the first person in his path? Me.

I actually shudder a little at the thought, but toss it aside. I'll be fine; father might find some muggle on the way home.

But that muggle would be innocent, what would they do to deserve that?

Why am I thinking like this? I shouldn't be thinking like this! It is not Malfoy behavior! It just isn't! Malfoy behavior is…is…

Luckily the bell rings to save me from completing that thought. Time to torment the golden trio. Summer only just ended, sixth year just starting. I could have some fun with this.

"Have a good sleep Weasel? Desk must be better then sleeping on the floor back home huh?" I ask, smirking at the three. I delight the way Weasley turns red, just like a tomato.

"Sod off Malfoy," Potter snaps, grabbing Weasley's arm and starting to drag him off.

"Oh look, the Weasel needs a keeper to carry him away and save him from his reality," I say mockingly. Not my best work but hey I just had to sit through History Of Magic.

"At least he has friends and isn't a worthless slave to his father," Potter snapped back.

My mouth hung open and I would have kicked myself if I wasn't in such shock from what he had said. No one had ever talked to me that way…worst thing was, it was true. For a second I could feel pain flash through my eyes at the thought, but quickly they were back to being cold and emotionless. I got enough sense in me to close my mouth, but I didn't know what to say, so I brushed past the three and headed toward the door.

"Run like the coward you are!" Ron snaps. I don't even stop; I'm too lost in thought. Ouch. They've never made me think like this before. This school is dangerous to my health. I'm showing too much emotion.

I hear Granger yell Ron's name in…anger I guess. But I don't care, I just keep walking.

Malfoy's do not show emotion. Actually it seemed like a pretty stupid rule to me, as did all of them. Why did I need to follow rules about how to act in my own family?

Rule number four, never go against or doubt the Malfoy rules.

Right now, I was breaking the rule, because I was seriously starting to doubt everything my father had told me. What was the point of them all? I was stepping on dangerous grounds here.

I was breaking rules…

And I didn't care.

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