A/N This is Chapter 2 yey! Sorry it took a little while to get up… I had to do some things and my computer was a little slow… sorry. Enjoy.
Draco Malfoy walked into his father's office after being summoned by the house elf Dobby. His dad had stiff angered features like he always did when Draco came to his office.
"Damn you boy!" Draco's face was struck hard by his father's skilled fist.
"How dare you let a mudblood get higher marks then you?" Another blow, harder, hit him, this time knocking the teen to the floor. "You've brought disgrace to my name." His father kicked into his ribs, once, twice, waiting for a sound, anything to prove he was winning, three times a charm. Something did leave from Draco's mouth, but the scream of pain that Lucious had wanted.
"I….. Made….. H-Head..Boy." he said in a whisper between breaths.
His father kicked him in the stomach and walked out of the room. "Not good enough" rang through the room followed by the slamming of the doors.
Since his 5th birthday Draco had received a beating at least once a month when he was home. At age seven he realized that not crying made his dad stop sooner. And by this day, age sixteen, Draco was numb and hollow. Never did he give his 'father' any satisfaction. He showed no pain, even after, at least not where anyone could see.
Draco walked through the familiar Diagon Alley and looked at the signs he knew by heart. The place was emptier then usual when he went to buy his school supplies, but then again he was there early because Head Boy did arrive before the other students. He only had about two weeks to get all of his school supplies, only two weeks till he could leave home.
He turned into the book store, but was met by a tower of books.
"excuse me, pardon." Came a very muffled female voice. He looked at her tower of books and realized by how many were on his list that this must be the Head Girl.
"Need help?" he asked wanting to see the woman's face.
"No thank you, I've got it" she said as she walked off out of the store. For the best he thought, he wanted her identity to be a surprise until he got to the train.
He spent the rest of the day there in Diagon Alley, buying supplies, wondering who would be his new dorm mate; the head girl, but most of all, he was trying to avoid going back home.
He stopped into the coffee shop and decided that he would sit a while, sip on some cappuccino, and try to look sophisticated, when he suddenly say Pansy Parkinson walk in the door. His heart jumped, another Slytherin would be Head, and not just any Slytherin, but the slut of the house, and she would be sleeping just next door. Why else would she be in Diagon alley with bags of books so early?
A/N Reviewers get Cookies… and Cake! Lol please give me some response to this… and yet again sorry for the shortness, im trying to make them longer chapters
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