You Don't Know

You Don't Know

Chapter 1

Draco stood in the rain staring up at the Malfoy mansion. He didn't want to go in and face them. Not now. His news was too new. He didn't even understand it himself, how would they? They can't know, they would never understand. He endlessly tried to reassure himself that what he was doing was right. They must never know he told himself. Never! But deep down he knew they would find out sooner or later. There was no hiding something this big from his father.

Without noticing the large mahogany front door opened and bright light spilled out covering Draco. He squinted up at the door. It was his mother.

"Are you going to stand out there all night? Come inside," ordered his mother.

Draco picked up the bag that rested at his feet and slowly walked in.

The mansion was cold and dark and smelled of things left behind and forgotten. He pushed his wet hair out of his face and looked around the large and empty entrance hall.

"I'm going to my room," he said solemnly walking off to the stairwell. He glanced back for a moment looking at his mother. 'She has no idea,' he said to himself.

Draco threw the bag across the room and fell onto his bed. He had only just returned and now he would be leaving again to return again, and for the last time, to Hogwarts. He hated it there, but less than he hated it here. He was the most feared but also the most hated boy in the school. He didn't have any true friends. If tomorrow he was no longer a Malfoy they would drop him in a second, and that wasn't a comforting thought. He longed for a friend that would stand by him, no matter what.

There came a knock on his door. A short round old woman looked in.

"Master Draco, your parents request attendance at dinner"

Clumsily Draco got up and waved the woman away. He undressed out of his wet clothes and into his dress robes and headed off to the dinning hall.

Quietly like a mouse he entered the dinning hall. In the centre rested a long narrow table to one end his father sat with his mother next to her. One of their many butlers pulled out a chair next to them. Draco nodded to the butler and took the seat. They sat in perturbed silence. It wasn't often that they were all together. It was always that someone was away or off somewhere on business. His mother looked up from her plate at him with a worn smile that he had see so many times. It was the smile she uses when she had nothing to say. For the rest of dinner they sat in silence. His father ate silently and emotionlessly. He didn't even pretend to notice that Draco was there. When his father finished he got up and left without a word to Draco. Soon after his mother left leaving him alone in the large room. 'Soon,' he told himself. 'Soon they'll be sorry.'

Soon enough the time came once again to go to Hogwarts. Draco stood alone on the Platform nine and three quarters watching all the happy students greeting and meeting their friends. 'This year is going to be different,' he told himself. He was tired of all the bull shit. He just wanted to be what he wanted to be not what his father wanted him to be. He didn't like what his father wanted him to be, cold and uncaring. It pained him to behave in this way. As a child he just accepted it to be the way it was, he knew of nothing else, but now things had changed. He had seen what his father was capable of and he didn't want to be like that. If he didn't change the hatred that his father held would consume him and eventually destroy him.

The whistle called for last arrivals and Draco boarded the train to start his final year at Hogwarts.

Next Chapter - 2 - The Hogwarts Express

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