Lucius' eyes were glassy white around his dim eyes. His lips were set in a firm line, and he scowled at his son. "Granger, isn't a wizard name. She's muggle-born, a Mudblood." He spat out the word.

Draco raised his eyebrows. His whole life he has been taught that muggle-born wizards are unworthy of Magic, and are practically dirt. The fact the Granger was mudblood, surprised him. He always assumed they'd be pretty horrible at controlling and using magic, but she was the best in the year, which didn't make his father very happy. Lucius firmly believed that purebloods should lead all sort of magic abilities, and this case, clearly expected Draco to lead his class, and didn't like the "average" marks.

Draco, personally, was just happy he didn't fail any courses yet. His marks were pretty satisfactory to him.

In the Malfoy home, the word Mudblood was used often, and from a very young age, way before he knew what it meant, Draco understood that being a Mudblood was the worst thing a wizard can be; and everyone who was, is below him.

Before his father brought her up, Draco hadn't really paid attention to that Hermione Granger. All he knew was she was an ugly teacher's pet, who hung out with that Weasley and Potter, so he hated her. From her last name, he knew she wasn't pure-blooded (which was slightly surprising to him looking at her magic abilities and brains), however he had simply assumed she was half-blooded, as he believed Muggle-borns to be failures at wizardry.

Narcissa entered the doorway. "Lucius," she jerked her head toward the doorway her eyes wide, as she tried to give him a hint without Draco finding out, "Someone's here to speak to you."

Lucius sighed and walked over, leaving Draco with his mother. She smiled at her son. "Excited for school to start again?"

He slit his eyes wondering who needed to talk to his father so urgently.

"Well. In a way I guess. At least this year I'll be able to play Quidditch." Draco shrugged.

Narcissa smiled. "Oh yes. I forgot to mention, your dad said he decided he would buy a new broomstick! I thought maybe you would be interested in the Nimbus three thousand.It's the newest."

"Really?" Draco felt more cheerful.

"Yes." She smiled. "It's better than Potters now, so you can stop complaining about that! You're going to go with him to Diagon alley next week to buy your books, and he'll buy it for you then. Better than Harry's!"

"Well, it's better than his, but it was more unfair that he got special treatment and got to keep a broomstick even though he was just a first year, and all because he's all famous! And for something, he really didn't even do!" Draco hissed. Narcissa sighed used to the endless rant.

"Draco." Lucius called from. The other room, his voice strained. "Could you please come over here for a second?"

Draco glanced at his mom who shrugged and motioned for him to go.

When Draco came in and sat down, Lucius sighed. "You do remember that last year I asked you to lay low, and all you managed to do was to mark yourself as a sneaky troublemaker, which was disappointing, but didn't cause any true harm. However, this year there going to be a more difficult situation going on." He said slowly.

Dobby, the House elf, was slowly collecting the dirty cups off the table, his face strained.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked leaning forward.

"You do remember The Chamber of the Secrets? And how it had once opened, the story I told you? Well, it is my belief it will happen again this year." Draco gasped. The chamber of secrets opening again? His father continued. "And as a Slytherin member, you will be suspected, therefore you MUST not sneak around the school, or be separated from the big groups. On time to every class, go to every meal, never out when you shouldn't be. You must not even be suspected whatsoever, understand?"

Draco stared eyes wide. "Ya, but who will open it? And how do you know?"

"Never mind how I know, but it will. I expect you to obey this or I'll remove you from the school. If it all goes well, I'll be able to remove Dumbledore and get my revenge on Arthur at the same time; and killing off.. Perhaps that Harry Potter would be nice. Oh yes, that reminds me. The ministry will be searching our house later this week. I want you to go through old things and see if anything contains dark Magic so I can place it into the cellar." Lucius continued his instructions clearly.

Draco ignored his father's attempt to get him to clean out his room. He had more interesting things to discuss.

"So students are going to die?" He beamed.

"Most likely. Slowly though." Lucius said icily, as though talking about the weather.

"Good. I hope Harry is one of the victims. And I won't mind at all if Hermione and the Weasley also managed to get themselves killed as well. I wouldn't be surprised they sneak out all the time. But all of the teachers, other than Snape that is, believes Potter to be an Angel!" Draco snapped, thinking of how angry Harry's special treatment from last year had been. Lucius rolled his eyes, also sick of this rant against Potter, even though he also found Potter annoying.

"Doesn't matter Draco. I'm talking about you. Stay out of trouble, keep your head down, and stop causing problems for teachers, because that isn't going to help your reputation. Especially while there searching for the heir, who would obviously be sneaking around and causing problems to open the chamber. Okay?" He snapped.

Draco sighed rolling his eyes. "Yup."

Dobby had stopped working some time ago, ever since he heard Harry Potter. He stood there staring at them his eyes huge.

Lucius sat back and noticed the gaping elf. "Dobby! Go, shoo! You have work to do! Useless elf." Lucius scoffed. "I wish I could strangle that thing."

Dobby bounced, than ran from the room whimpering.

"So, did mom tell you I was going to buy you a new Broom?"

"Yes." Draco said his face straight.

"Well, I heard there's a new one, that just came out. Fastest out there at the moment." Lucius bragged.

"I know, Mom told me. And it's better than Potters." Draco smiled imagining Harry's face when he shows him.

Lucius rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly as he got up.

"I am having Dinner with an old friend. How about to start training for quidditch again. You do want to make the house team this year, correct?" He suggested.

"Of course. And thanks." Draco ran back to the kitchen.

"Mom where is my broom? I need to practice."

"In the back dear." Narcissa said without missing a beat, clearly knowing what he was asking before he asked.

"Great." He smirked, and turned heading toward the back.

Well, he had to be good second year, but other than that it seems pretty hopeful. Better broom then Potter, possibility all the Mudblood's and Potter might be killed by monster everyone else believes to be a myth.

Oh yes, this year is going to be fun.