Draco had known from a young age, that he could never satisfy his father. If he learned to count to 20, his father would tell him that Donnahaun's child already had learned to count to 50.
That didn't stop Draco from trying, though. He studied hard, when he eventually entered Hogwarts. Between socialising with the other Slytherins, the ones with proper family and relation to the Dark Lord of course, he spend all his time in the library. After a couple of years he had all the books he needed, himself, so he didn't have to go there all the time, and being stared at by irritated Ravenclaw students.
He only spend time with Crabbe and Goyle because he knew that their parents were Death Eaters. Had been, at least. And therefore, they were proper company for a Malfoy. Or so said his father. And Draco knew when to listen to his father.
His mother loved him, but she had huge expectations, too. That was the bad thing about being a single child. His father wanted him to follow in his foot steps, become a Slytherin, get married with a nice woman who had Slytherin parents and were supporters of Him. Have children, and most importantly, become a Death Eater. Not something Draco was looking forward to.
Draco was happy that he had become a Slytherin. Even though the hat had considered putting him in Ravenclaw, Draco had nearly begged it to put him in Slytherin. No one knew this, of course.
His father began, shortly after the Dark Lord had rised again, bringing him to the meeting they had. There, Draco learned just how cruel they really were. How cruel the Dark Lord really was. He saw people being tortured and killed, and how they laughed about it afterwards.
Draco Malfoy had always did what his father wanted him to. But in his fifth year, when he began to look differently on Potter and the other boys, he realised that he wasn't really that much into girls. At all. Harry Potter suddenly seemed attractive. Draco had...feelings for him, not that he ever told anyone.
After watching Potter for quite a while, he cornered him one day, and kissed him roughly. Potter had looked at him with wide, confused eyes, and Draco had just laughed and left.
Later on, it had turned to groping in between classes. They were both curious and eventually, it turned to nightly meetings and sex. Hardcore, pleasuring sex.
They never dated, and only met once in a while at night. Their eyes met once in a while over the tables during dinner, lunch or breakfast, but that was all. Draco kept making rude comments about Harry's friends, and Harry kept teasing Draco back.
Then they graduated. There had been war, but Draco had convinced his father that Draco shouldn't join, and his father had been put in Azkaban as soon as Harry had killed Voldemort. Draco didn¨t mind, he could finally be free now. No father to control him and decide what he had to do.
Therefore, Draco made his way through the crowd up, who congratulated Harry and made rude comment s about Voldemort, while still staring at the dead body that lay right there, as if he was going to come to life again and kill them all, to Harry, and kissed him.
He couldn't care less about what his father thought.