Intro: Hey guys! I'm a new writer and have been toying with this idea for a while and decided, why the hell not? In this story, Draco has a curious encounter in the woods and his life starts to get a little more interesting. Continue to read and find out if he gets over his fear of displeasing his father and Dark Lord or if he continues to be the good little soldier he is known as. Comments, likes, and follows are greatly appreciated! I love new ideas and will take them into account as we take this journey together on finding a new version of Draco Malfoy. Characters and Harry Potter all belong to JK Rowling. OC character is mine as well as any others you don't recognize going forward that I might write in. Enjoy! (Or don't. I'll enjoy writing this enough for the both of us, I'm sure!)
Italics mean they are character thoughts. This story will mostly be in Draco's POV, but watch for changes. For the purpose of this story, Draco starts as a fifth year as well as my OC character and they are BOTH sixteen.
Draco POV
"Draco, you're a Malfoy and I expect you to continue to act as such when you get to Hogwarts today…"
My father drones on and on about how I will continue to be the Slytherin Prince and uphold the proper image so I don't disgrace the family name. He brings up my short comings and how it was disgraceful that Saint Potter beat me in the last Quidditch game of the year. For the past four years, father has been focused on how I've brought shame upon the family by not winning the House Cup or any Quidditch games against Gryffindor. I despise that Potter. This was going to be my year, NOT Potter's.
We keep walking through the woods with a silencing charm on our shoes so we don't snap any branches. I almost trip over my feet again and start to get annoyed. I let out a huff and look up at my father.
"Yes, father. What are we doing here? I should be getting ready to go to King's Cross like mother said." I was starting to get anxious about the feral look in father's eyes as he kept darting them back and forth around the woods looking for something, or someone.
"SILENCE! You need to learn to follow instructions without asking questions or else you will disgrace our Dark Lord when he rises again. He won't be as forgiving with the Cruciatus Curse as I am." After a slight pause, father stops behind a tree and motions for me to stand beside him before pointing at two muggles setting up a tent with a smirk. They had hunting riffles laid against the tree by their tent. It all fell into place and I realized I was about to get another one of father's lessons on where muggles fell in the line of power.
The two muggles looked ordinary enough. Both had brown hair and were wearing ugly flannel looking shirts over a black t-shirt. Their lack of style made me cringe in a way that I knew would make my father proud. To be honest, I don't see why father is obsessed with hating muggles and their lack of power. I have been raised to loathe them, but it took so much more energy to hate them than to ignore their existence. It wasn't often that you run into one. If my father ever heard me say I think they were like us, just non-magical wizards; he would murder me for sure. Silence and fake hatred are better choices.
From the corner of my eye, I see my father take out his wand just as there is a SNAP from the right of me. The two muggles approach the sound with their riffles. While walking towards the sound, they warn the other to be quiet with their fingers to their lips. I take a glance to my right and see a flash of brown and white, but get pulled back behind the tree so my father can take my place.
"Watch and learn, son." My father starts walking towards the muggles in his dark cloak and draws his wand. Both have noticed him now and stand still looking at him in shock.
"May we help you?" The female muggle is pushed slightly behind the male as he positions himself between the female and my father.
He is foolish to try and protect her against my father. He should have sacrificed her and ran when he had the chance.
I snap out of my thoughts as I hear my father use the Avada Curse on the two muggles. I watch their bodies drop and spot another flash of brown and white to the right of me. My father walks over to me with a smirk on his face and pockets his wand.
"Come, Draco. They are where they belong now," father states with a flourish of his cloak.
"I'll be back at the house in a moment, father. I would like to stay and soak up the victory a little longer." I almost vomit saying that as I look at the bodies with fake pleasure. I can almost feel my father's pride at my answer as he dismisses my presence with a smug "Very well" before walking past me.
I look behind me after a few moments later to see my father had apparated back to Malfoy Manor. Turning my head back towards the muggles, I see another flash of brown, but this time with a mix of…Rainbow? I take a few steps towards the color and notice movement. It's alive and it's staring at me, whatever it is. I keep creeping forward and the creature darts behind the tree that was covering it moments before.
"No! Wait!" I shout as I rush around the corner in time to see a doe stop and turn towards me. It didn't look like a fawn, but it wasn't fully grown either. If it was a witch, I would guess she would be around my age; fifth year.
She kept backing up away from me slowly like I would attack. Her ears were back, almost flat against the side of her skull. I noticed that when the light hit her eyes just right, they flashed a tiny rainbow at me, almost like a wink.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I said taking a step toward her. She had stopped moving now and her eyes kept darting towards the muggles on the ground who were now in clear view. I sigh and stand with my hands to my sides with my eyes down. Her ears perk up when I start talking again.
"I'm sorry you had to see that. That was my lesson for the day on how muggles shouldn't exist anywhere close to us Purebloods," I pause for a moment before continuing. "And I'm talking to a deer who has no idea what I'm saying."
With another sigh, I look up to see emerald green eyes a few feet away from me. She had gotten close enough for me to touch her face if I reached out my hand. I held my breath as I watched her take another curious step towards me. I lowered my eyes to the ground so she didn't feel threatened and started to slowly lift my right hand towards her. She let out a soft, short grunt and I felt the air hit my hand letting me know I was almost touching her.
After what felt like hours, I felt her soft fur nudge against my hand as she let out another soft grunt. I slowly raised my eyes until I was met with bright green and a flash of rainbow. I let out the breath I was holding and start to stroke the hair above her nose. She grunted and pushed her face against my hand making me smile and let out a tiny chuckle. She must like me?
"DRACO! WE ARE LEAVING!" My father yells from afar and the doe lowers her ears flat against her head again and starts to back away. I look over my shoulder and see the outline of the manor over the trees. I turn back to say goodbye to the doe, but find that she's gone already. I catch myself thinking about my reflection in her green eyes as my father yells my name again. With a huff, I start to run towards the manor so I don't get left behind.
Later as I board the train and find my main compartment, I'm left thinking about green eyes and the rainbow aura that seemed to swim around the edges of her irises. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the most annoying voice in the entire world; Pansy Parkinson.
"DRACKIE!" I roll my eyes and remind myself that this will be my year. Hopefully it'll also be the year I get rid of Pansy Parkinson.