Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

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"MOMMY! MY LETTER IS HERE!" screamed a very excited Dracelle Malfoy. She suddenly changed into her male counterpart as she felt her father rapidly approaching. Lucius came flying into the room, sliding in a very un-Malfoyish like way. He came to a sudden stop and stood up straight. He smoothed over non-existent wrinkles and cleared his throat. After fixing his high collar, he regarded his "son," and his "son" regarded him right back.

"Well, let's see it stupid boy!" he snapped. Draco smiled and handed over the letter. Lucius snapped the letter from his hands and read the entire thing through four times. He was admitted with an advanced status. Not even Lucius himself had been admitted into Hogwarts with an advanced status! It was a rare thing for first-years. All it really meant is that he would go to extra classes and meet with the "advanced" club every so often. "Preposterous!" he fumed. "You have done NOTHING to deserve such a status! Though, I suppose you ARE a Malfoy, Malfoy's just have such advantages for we are the best at everything!" Draco caught the slight amusement in Lucius' eyes over his own antics.

Draco merely bowed and commented that 'yes a Malfoy should deserve such status and no he had done nothing to get such status, therefore his fore-father's achievement has placed him where a Malfoy should be, and that he would do his best to live up to his expectations.' Apparently this was the correct answer for Lucius merely smirked and said 'good boy', with a pat on the boy's head. Draco was thrilled, his father never touched him! Or acknowledged his good behavior!

"Darling?" Narcissia questioned as she entered the room. Lucius smirked again and handed her his son's letter. Narcissia gasped and jumped to hug her son. Lucius snorted, but made no comment.

"Start preparing yourself for the school year; as much of an idiot as you are, you'll need all the preparation you can get! Narcissia! Stop coddling the boy, honestly, what would our Master say?" Lucius quickly left the room.

"Oh! Dracelle! I'm so proud!" Narcissia said quietly as soon as Lucius was out of ear shot.

"It surprised me... a lot... Wow. Advanced level! I feel so... Loved!" Dracelle answered with tears in her eyes.

"Oh! You know what this means!" Narcissia said with an evil glint in her eyes.

"Shopping spree?" she asked hopefully.

"Shopping spree!"

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"What are those mommy?" Dracelle asked...err...Draco asked.

"Those, love, are thongs. Women wear them to make themselves fell like they are doing something good for their mates. Or they wear them if they have low self-esteem for themselves, it makes them fell pretty," Narcissia answered.

"...Can I have one?" she asked quietly.

"...You're a little young... And... Oh, well, let's have Dobby go purchase a man-thong in Knockternal Alley. We don't want to be caught in a store like that do we? At least not yet. Give it a little time; you may start to tell people that you are "gay" in your fifth year. But remember, no showing anyone your female body! And no bottoming except with your mate!" Narcissia scolded.

"Umm, mommy, how am I supposed to find my mate and give him my female body if I tell people I am gay and that person decides to like me because I am a male?" Dracelle asked.

"...I don't really know sweetie... Let's worry about that when we get to it alright? Alright. Now, what color shirts do you want?" she asked.

"Black. Everything black, and show some skin!" Dracelle answered.

"Good! Your daddy will love that!' she exclaimed.

"Daddy?" Dracelle asked, with a raised eyebrow. Normally Lucius was referred to as "Father."

"Oh! I've never told you? Your biological father, Severus Snape, works as the potions professor at Hogwarts!"

"..."

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"And remember Draco, Potter will be there this year, if he is a Gryffindor, make his life miserable. If he, for some odd reason, is put into Slytherin, recruit him! Are we clear?" Lucius Malfoy asked his son.

"Crystal, sir!"

"Good!"

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"So it's true? Potter's here this year, eh?" Draco Malfoy snarled at the two in the compartment he found.

"Umm, yes," was Potter's reply.

"I'm Draco Malfoy and I— What? Think my name's funny, do you? I don't need to know yours! Red hair, pathetic animal and hand-me-down robes? You're a Weasley!" he snarled at the one that dare insult his Father's name. The boy's ears and face turned the color of his hair, serves him right, after all!

"Now, now children, let's play nice," a voice said mockingly from the doorway. A girl with bushy hair stood there. She had thick eyebrows and horribly, horribly tangled hair. The sight of her hair and eyebrows made the inner Dracelle flinch and cower away. It was ugly! Draco sniffed and turned around.

"Potter. If you intend to survive in our world, then I suggest you learn how to choose your friends. I can help you there," Draco said, genuinely.

"I think I can choose friends fine on my own, thanks," Potter said pleasantly. Draco turned to say something nasty at the guy. He froze in his tracks as soon as he looked the man in the eyes. Right into his big, beautiful emeralds. Such beauty! Oh, this one would be a looker alright! Draco stood frozen in place for no less than a minute before his dunderhead of a "friend" Goyle gave him a little push in the shoulders. Oops.

"We'll see Potter, we'll see!" Draco retaliated and stormed out of the room.

'Oh. My. Merlin! DID YOU SEE HIM? HE'S BEAUTIFUL!' the inner-Dracelle was screaming.

'Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up! I know. I KNOW!' the inner-Draco was screaming back.

'It's him! It HAS to be him!' continued the inner-Dracelle

'If it is we're in deep shit, it seems the idiot Weasley already has him in his clutches. He'll no doubt be a Gryffindor now' Draco replied to himself...err, herself...whatever.

'WE CANNOT ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN DAMNIT DRACO! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PRIDE! YOU WILL GET HIM IN SLYTHERIN OR MERLIN HELP ME I'LL—' the inner-Dracelle began.

'You'll WHAT? Hurt yourself? Very funny' he retorted to himself. The inner-Dracelle made a wicked promise to him, involving large objects and painful positions.

"I'll do my best!" he said allowed, startling the two body guards that surrounded him.

"Uhh... I was just talking to father..." he replied. They didn't know any better, they were too stupid.

"Oh." Crabbe said with a shrug.

"Sure." Goyle agreed.

'Idiots'

'I agree'

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