Oh i love Draco... and Lucius...

This story isn't finished yet... I have a vague idea of what is going to happen, but i didn't figure it out yet.

Characters and everything by JK Rowling.

Hope you enjoy... and review please.

Chapter I: Homecoming

The sun was setting, and the Hogwarts Express arrived at platform nine-and-three-quarters. All students were looking forward to the summer break, they were watching out of the window, looking for the familiar faces of their family.

Draco was hoping to see his father this year, but as every year it was false hope. He only saw his mum standing alone on the platform, she didn't wave, nor did she smile, she looked as cold as ever. On her left side was the Weasly family, smiling wide, waving as hard as they could.

He envied them, oh how much he envied Ron Weasly. From the first day he saw them together, and the first time on the Hogwarts Express, when he saw them saying goodbye to eachother. He saw how much Ron's parents loved him. End he hated it, he hated how he never would know how it felt to be loved by his parents.

The train stopped, and the doors opened. The students jumped out and ran to their parents. Draco was one of the last ones to leave the train. His mother walked towards him. "Come Draco, your father is waiting for you."

Draco smiled sarcasticly, "Really? Why isn't he here then?"

Narcissa sighed. "You know he's a busy man, he didn't have time to come to London, now get your stuff and come with me."

Draco knew it was useless to argue with this woman, she was as cold as stone. So he picked up his suitcase, said goodbye to Crabbe and Goyle and followed his mother.

A few hours later they arrived at the Malfoy Mansion. Ofcourse Lucius wasn't home, and Draco went straight to his room. It was a very large room, and it looked like an old library; Closets fool of books about the Dark Arts, old glasses with strange dead beasts in it, he was told his bed had been of a great dark wizard, and it looked so too. Oh how spoiled he had been his whole life... and he knew it.

Draco smiled and thought: 'If only those Weaslys could see this, they'd die of jealousy.' But he knew it wasn't true, he knew he'd rather be in Ron's family, with little money but lots of love, then in his family with the opposite.

"Draco! Your father wants to see you!" His mother was shouting from downstairs. Draco woke up, he had fallen asleep a few hours ago. The beds in Hogwarts were good and soft, but no bed could compare to his own bed. he slowly got to his feet and walked to the livingroom. He took a deep breath before opening the door; would his father be nice to him this time? He knew he was giving himself false hope again, his father would barely look at him, ask how the year had been and then dismiss him again, just like all the other years.

He slowly opened the door, there his father stood, great and proud, as always.

"Come in, Draco, it's been a while since I'e seen you." Lucius' quiet voice was clearly hearable.

"Yes, it has." Draco answered.

"I see Hogwarts made you forget your manners again." his father whispered, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, father."

"Good." The man smiled, no smile of joy, but one only a Malfoy could make, cold. "How was your year?"

'Every year the same questions...' Draco thought. "Fine." he answered.

"Very well, you can go now, I think you must be pretty tired by sitting in the train all day." Draco's father made a gesture with his hand like he was sending a slave out of his sight.

Draco bowed his head and left the room.

In the hall he felt the tears come up. Why couldn't his father love him, and why couldn't he hate him? He wanted to hate his father so bad, to loathe him... But he couldn't, he worshipped the man.