Draco Malfoy, King of Golden Mountain

Chapter 1

~ Draco's seventeenth birthday is in one week ~ October 23^rd ~

Lucius was sitting in his library, having a drink and enjoying this moment of peace and quiet. The past two years had been quite an ordeal for him, Voldemort had finally risen again, as he always predicted he would. Lucius had never really believed it possible, especially after his many defeats by the young Harry Potter. The night of the Tri-Wizard Cup still haunted him, he had never known the dead could come back for their revenge. He shuddered thinking what might happen if his wand were ever to encounter it's brother. Pouring himself another drink, he thought about the countless victims that had died at his expense. Before Voldemort had been resurrected, life as a Deatheater hadn't been all that bad. Sure there had been the numerous schemes to get to the Potter boy, he remembered the diary he had slipped the little Weasley girl. That certainly hadn't done any good, Potter had yet again beat the Dark Lord, even if it was his sixteen year old incarnation. Plus, Lucius had lost one of his best house elves over that! He did feel bad for the Weasley girl, after all she was just a child, and she had almost died because of him. He had never really understood the magic involved with the diary, he was simply following orders.

Unfortunately that was nothing compared to the countless Muggle children that had actually died at his hand. One of Lord Voldemort's first missions for Lucius when he again rose to power was the destruction of a Muggle elementary school in a neighboring town of Hogsmeade. It was Voldemorts way of showing Dumbledore what the eventual fate of Hogwarts would be when he finally rose to the heights of his reign of terror. Lucius had completely blocked out the horrors of that day, the screams of the trapped children, the smell of burning flesh. After that incident nothing Voldemort had asked of him could even compare. Lucius still harbored his resentment for Muggles from his gambling days, between that and the utter numbness left from the burning of the school; he went about his missions in such a calm and collected manner, to some it even appeared he enjoyed torturing Muggles.

He got up and went to pour himself another drink. The house was completely quiet; Narcissa was visiting her sister Marcella in France. Not that she would have bothered him if she had been home home. Lucius sighed, he still missed his wife even though it had been over fifteen years since she had willingly touched or even spoken a kind word to him. How could he still love someone who hated him so, he wondered? Draco too was gone; he was away at school. His son had grown up to be a very handsome, smart young man; he had so much promise for his future. Lucius again sighed, this time he skipped mixing himself a drink and just took a shot. His son would have no future in another week if Lord Voldemort had any say in it. Lucius stumbled over to the chair by the fire and slumped down, he was drunk and couldn't stop the memories that came flooding back to him...

As Lord Voldemort had promised the Malfoy family fortune was intact. The day after Lucius accepted his fate as a Death Eater he had visited Gringotts. Malcolm Mulciber had no recollection of the meeting the day before and when Lucius asked about the mortgage on Malfoy Manor, Malcolm looked at him as if he had gone quite mad. Mulciber offered him some tea and suggested maybe he sit down for a spell, but Lucius refused and went home in a daze. There he found Narcissa napping with Draco in the ornately carved four poster bed they shared. While watching them sleep, his beautiful young wife and son, he realized the terrible mistake he had made. When Narcissa found out what he had done she would hate him forever; what the hell was he thinking? It would have been far better to live on the streets, he could have worked in the Muggle world, he could of done something, anything, rather than give up Draco. Suddenly he hated himself and the bloody Malfoy name; he had traded his only son and probably the love of his life for money and the respect of people who hated him anyway.

Narcissa had woken up, hearing him cry out. She had immediately known something was terribly wrong with her husband, and when she asked he told her. He just couldn't lie to her, he loved her so, and she deserved the truth. He would never forget the look in her beautiful blue eyes when he finally admitted the mess he had gotten them in.

He had started with the secret trips to Ireland and the discovery of racetracks. Then he told her about Tara, an older woman he had met in Dublin on one of his very first trips. She saw how young and naïve Lucius was and offered to show him how around. Before he knew it, she had shown him many things that had nothing to do with horse racing. She introduced him to the many pubs of Dublin, and after one drunken night he awoke in her bed. Lucius had never bothered to ask her age, he assumed her to be around thirty. All he knew of her life was that she was already married to a Muggle jockey and her husband enjoyed men more then woman. Theirs was a marriage of convenience and it seemed they had the same taste in men; young and blonde. Lucius wouldn't have been surprised if there hadn't been a bit of sharing going on either. Tara had adored Lucius and it was her who had first introduced him to cocaine and the glitz and glamour of Monte Carlo. She was not beautiful, but she was exotic and had an aura of sensuality about her. Her eyes were large and dark and her reddish brown hair hung almost to her waist making her appear smaller and more delicate then she really was. Their affair lasted for a year before he was replaced with a young Norwegian boy. Lucius was not incredibly upset, in fact he was glad. Now, he had more time to focus on drugs and gambling the Malfoy fortune away.

When he had told Narcissa about Tara he almost stopped, the hurt in her face when she had realized he had been with another woman almost made him loose his resolve. He continued though, and the pain and humiliation of being hurt and lied to for two years was nothing compared to the terrible string of emotions that flitted across her normally serene face, when he got to the part about their financial situation and his going to Voldemort for help. Finally he told her about the terrible deal he had made about Draco. Never had he seen such hatred and contempt in his wife's eyes, her pupils were so dilated they made her eyes seem almost black and her face contorted in rage. He had forgotten her Veela ancestry, but now for the first time he saw it and it frightened him. She had proceeded to curse at him with words he didn't know, most likely French, probably not knowing a good enough English translation too scream at him. All the while their young son huddled under the covers screaming and crying almost as loud as Narcissa.

Whatever chance for Draco to have a normal happy life had ended on that day. Once he had two parents who had loved him and each other very much. What had looked like a fairy tale life was shattered by Lucius's dreadful mistake. Lucius began to build a wall between him and his son, it was easier for him to close himself off to his feelings then accept what he had done. Never again did he show the least bit of interest in Draco, to do that would be to show that he cared. However, he still spoilt the child terribly, it was the only way he could show he still loved his son very much. On that fateful day Narcissa had told him she hated him and moved her things to Draco's nursery. Finally after about a year she permanently moved to a guest bedroom.

It was then that he had given up on love forever. It was obviously impossible for any Malfoy to ever love anyone; the bloodline was forever cursed. Now he too had finally fell victim to it. Narcissa hated him and only stayed for Draco's sake and she smothered him to death with love and constant worrying. She treated him as if every day would be his last and when he finally went off to Hogwarts, she locked herself in her room for days at a time. Lucius finally became the Deatheater everyone had assumed he already was. Lucius eventually learned to redirect the hate he felt for himself towards Muggles, which pleased Lord Voldemort to no end. However Lucius had managed to keep one promise to himself, the one that he had made on the Draco was born. His son neither loathed nor feared him. Draco was simply a spoiled indifferent child, he idolized his father for his power and immense wealth and his main goal were to one day become just like him. However, he had no real feelings of love for Lucius, in fact between Lucius's tendency to ignore him and Narcissa's constant smothering, he really had no concept of what love was.

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***A/N*** To summarize things for Draco I am simply going to tell you, Draco, having no idea anything is wrong with his life has no need to reminisce over the past fifteen years. He is rich and spoilt, and arrogant as they come. He has also grown up extremely good looking, but has not dated very much. When Pansy Parkinson sprouted to Amazon-like proportions in fifth year she staked her claim on Draco. After that no girl would dare approach him for fear of being crushed. Draco himself was somewhat scared of her and unfortunately, as much as she claimed to love him she just wouldn't give it up! Maybe if she had he wouldn't have spent so much time trying to escape from her. He hates Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasley and his Mudblood girlfriend Hermione. However he's beginning to like Ginny Weasley, the young girl who had once worshipped Harry Potter was now the shame of the Weasley family. She became quite a pretty girl in the past year and also quite wild! She's smoking on the Quidditch field, more then once she's ended up in the infirmary with Madame Pomfry for flying her broomstick drunk. (Probably attempting to sneak back from forbidden trips to Hogsmeade) She's rumored to be sleeping with half the Gryffindors and according to Pansy one night she had snuck in some weed that Muggles smoked and got so stoned she forgot where she was and wandered into the Slytherin dorm. Apparently Snape caught her and she bribed him with a blowjob to stop him from taking off house points and reporting her to Ms. McGonagall. Draco thought that was a little outrageous and pretty damn disgusting if true, which he doubted that it was. Still the rumors of her being so generous with her sexual favors excited him immensely. He wandered if maybe she would have it off with him too? Plus he admired her wild antics and wished he could do something exciting. His mother had kept him very sheltered growing up and it seemed like Snape was paid to watch his every move.

On to the story...

October 17^th 1997

Harry Potter, the famous "Boy Who Lived" was sitting in Potions with his girlfriend Hermione Granger and his best friend Ron Weasley. Instead of listening to Snape drone on about the importance of proper preparation of potion ingredients, him and Ron were making up a song about Snape. Harry's cousin Dudley had come home from Smelting's the previous summer convinced he would be the next famous white boy rapper superstar "Big D". This was all thanks to his new roommate from the previous year, Sean an American exchange student from California. Sean had taught Dudley all he knew about the "Thug Life" including his worship of the infamous Eminem, a hero to young American middleclass white boys everywhere. Harry didn't know much about rap music or the "Thug Life" himself, but he felt pretty sure Sean didn't really know much either, beyond what he had seen on MTV, the Muggle music channel. However, due to Dudley's constant playing of this one song, Harry had actually grown to tolerate it and knew it word for word.

Since Ron didn't know the lyrics, he was at the moment drawing an amusing picture of Snape wearing a fluffy pink Muggle bathrobe with his hair set in big matching pink curlers. He was holding his wand to his mouth like a microphone, dancing around in front of a mirror. He passed it over to Harry who snorted loudly trying not to laugh.

"Potter, I don't really find anything amusing about the Veritaserum potion" Snape began to make his way towards Harry and Ron.

Hermione gave them a withering " I told you so" sort of look and went back to taking her meticulous notes.

Harry and Ron, still trying to choke back laughter, were attempting to cover up the various notes and in their haste forgot the picture, leaving it next to the stack of textbooks they had previously been hiding behind.

Snape was looking down at the boys with his usual disgusted glare.

"I would think that being in your 7th year, you would have outgrown the childish compulsion to pass notes and draw pictures of..." Snape reached down to pick up Ron's drawing which was named "Snape the real Slim Shady".

"In my office, now!" Snape shouted while crumbling up the picture. "20 points each, from Gryffindor and you both have detention! Come on, Potter, no you stay here Weasley - I am personally escorting Potter to the Headmaster - Potter, I will make sure that you are the first person ever in Hogwarts history to have your Head Boy badge taken away!"

"Malfoy, you're in charge while I'm gone."

Draco Malfoy looked up suddenly; he had been having a fantasy about him and Ginny Weasley in the prefect's bathroom. He saw Potter being dragged away by Snape and smirked. Realising this would probably be a fine time to torment some Gryffindors; he went to go lean against Snape's desk and looked around at his classmates. Weasley, looking glum about the upcoming detention with Snape, was trying to ignore Granger who was hissing loudly in his ear about him forever getting Harry in trouble. His gaze moved on to Neville Longbottom who was doing his best to look as if he were invisible. Neville had grown up to be quite tall and surprisingly good looking but had never really grown out of the small nervous clumsy boy he had once been. Draco moved on with a sigh, it was no longer fun to torment him. Both Seamus and Dean were sleeping, propped up on their unopened potions books. He could wake them and take off some house points; after all he was a prefect and had the right. Then again, getting Weasley going was always a lot of fun too.

At this moment Pansy interrupted his thoughts by turning around and pondering, quite loudly to Millicent Bulstrode "It's too bad Ginny Weasley wasn't here, I bet she could make Snape cheer up real quick." Millicent started laughing, as did the rest of the Slytherins.

"Ginny could come and cheer me up anytime, maybe I'll ask her to the next Hogsmeade weekend?" Blaise Zabini said with a big smile.

Pansy laughed "All you need to do is give her two Knuts and she'll do whatever you want, you know the Weasley's are so poor they'll do anything for money!"

Millicent turned around to look Ron up and down appraisingly, " Is that true Ron? Maybe we should make it a double date?"

Ron who was being held back by Dean and Seamus, was yelling that he was going to get them and he wouldn't even need his wand!

Draco was finding this conversation quite amusing when suddenly a sharp pain went through his entire body. He felt like ten different stunning spells had hit him at once. He tried to speak, or even to move but it was impossible. The pain was so great everything started to go black around him. Dimly he heard Weasley break free with a loud scream and lunge toward Zabini. Pansy, who had looked towards Draco to see if he was enjoying the spectacle she had started, screamed. She went running up to Draco, just in time to catch him as he fell unconscious.

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Draco Malfoy was having a wonderful, if not slightly disturbing dream. He was playing the final Quidditch game of the year, in fact his last game as Captain of the Slytherin team. They were playing the Gryffindors and this year they were tied in everything. All the Slytherins had to do was win the Quidditch cup and they were guaranteed to also win the house cup. He could see his father and mother in the stands cheering him on. In his dream he didn't find this odd, but in real life neither of his parents ever went to his games. They were about halfway through the game when Draco saw the Golden Snitch. The Slytherins were already ahead by forty points, Gryffindor had only eighty. So Draco immediately flew in the direction it was headed. Potter, Gryffindor seeker and Captain not to mention Head Boy, was busy doing tricks on his broom, trying to impress the immense crowd that had come to cheer him on. Too busy playing the celebrity, he never even saw Draco's mad dash to get the Snitch. The announcer suddenly shouted, "Malfoy's got the Snitch! The Slytherins win the Quidditch cup!" He was being carried over on the shoulders of his team-mates to claim the cup. There he found his mother and father waiting. His father gave him a big hug, telling him how proud he was and how much he loved him. His mother too hugged and kissed him, telling him how wonderful it was to see him up there flying. Did he know that she too was the Slytherin Seeker, and that she was so proud he had followed in her footsteps? Again Draco found none of this odd, his mother had hated his Quidditch playing, claiming it too dangerous and she had never mentioned her ever having played. It was only his father, who had put his foot down saying the boy deserved to enjoy his youth and if he wanted to play Quidditch, then he damn well should! But his father had never attended a game, let alone told him he loved him or that he was proud of him. He turned from his parents and saw Harry Potter of all people holding out his hand. "You played a good game Malfoy. Congratulations." Draco shook his hand and remembered their fist meeting, over seven years ago. Harry continued, "I'm also sorry about all of our fighting over the years, maybe once we're out of school we could learn to be friends? We are a lot more alike then I ever realised" Draco looked at Harry in shock, but before he could respond Ginny Weasley appeared looking absolutely beautiful. Her long red hair, which she normally wore up, was flowing around her shoulders in soft waves, and she was wearing a silky green robe, which was much more snug then the Hogwarts robes and it seemed she was wearing nothing underneath. The silver charm she wore about her neck appeared to be a dragon, with glowing emerald eyes. Harry spoke again, " To show I'm sincere, I have convinced the other Weasley's that Ginny should be allowed to date you, she has after all been in love with you for years." Ginny moved closer to Draco and looked up at him with her luminous blue eyes and reached up to touch his cheek. Draco was speechless and did the only thing he could think to do. He grabbed her and kissed her like he had never kissed anyone. She moved into his arms and kissed him back with such passion he felt weak in his knees. She slowly moved her hands down his back and pressed his body closer to hers, Draco ran his hand up under her robes and she shivered with pleasure...

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"Draco, Draco Malfoy, can you hear me?" He then felt someone holding his head up pinching his nose and pouring something down his throat. With in seconds he managed to open his eyes to see Madame Pomfrey hovering above him looking quite worried.

"What happened?" Draco managed to say. He no longer was in pain, but still felt as if he was suffering a major hangover. Much like the one when him, Crabbe, and Goyle had stolen his fathers Ogden's Old Firewhiskey and drank the entire bottle.

Madame Pomfrey looked disturbed; "Can you tell me what exactly happened in Potions? I have heard numerous reports from the students, but nobody seems to know why you passed out. I myself do not even know what ails you; you have been out for three days now! Professor Snape has been working on a potion to awaken you, and we have been trying various spells and potions everyday to try to determine what ails you. Dumbledore even wanted to take you to a Muggle hospital; they do know something's we do not. Your father was adamant that you not leave Hogwarts though."

At that moment Dumbledore walked in followed by Lucius Malfoy, " Ah, I see our patient has awakened. Was it Professor Snape's potion Poppy? I wasn't aware he had finished it." Dumbledore smiled at Poppy Pomfry and she told him, no, it was actually just a daily potion to give him nutrients, so he wouldn't starve. As she was about to give him the potion, she thought she had seen him move his mouth to say something? She said his name a few times then went ahead and administered it and within minutes he had woken up.

Lucius looked at his son, "What happened Draco, were you cursed, poisoned? I want to know everything that has happened the past few days"

"Nobody cursed me Father and I certainly am not stupid enough to be poisoned," Draco said with a sneer. "As for what happened to me I don't know, all I remember is feeling incredible pain, as if I had been hit a dozen Stunning spells and then I blacked out."

"I think what Draco needs is to go home for a week or so Lucius, he should be seen by a medi-wizard. No offence Madame Pomfrey, but you even admitted that this is beyond the scope of your abilities. I know of quite a few medi-wizards that would be more then happy to get to the bottom of your son's sudden illness. Draco is of course at the top of his class and I see no problem with him taking a week or two off, his health is more important then his studies any day."

Lucius reluctantly agreed. He had an idea of what may be wrong with Draco. Of course it would be good to have Draco home, for this one last week, before his life changed forever. Still, he couldn't fight that nagging feeling that staying at Hogwarts would be the best thing for him.