Playing pretend Malfoy? (Drarry)

The new beginning

"Draco, darling are you ready to go?" Narssica called, gently knocking on her son's door. All she got in response was a loud grumble of annoyance.

To the poor woman's surprise the wooden double doors swung open to show an irritated Draco with slicked, shimmering blond hair and wearing one of his nicest all black suits, carrying the end of his trunk. Although he looked quite dashing the most noticeable, unapproachable frown coated his pale face, making him slouch.

He stomped out angrily, his freshly polished shoes squeaking on the marble floor, attempting to heft the substantial load he was carrying with him.

"Are you sure you wish to go alone?" His mother pressed anxious for her boy.

"Yes mother!" He snapped even more aggravated.

"Because you know the Potter boy is going back too, and there must be thousands of people wanting to get a glimpse of our saviour." She continued, "Also it's your first time using Apparition, it can get quite difficult, and-"

"Mother!" He growled practically rolling his eyes out his head at his mothers pestering. "I am most capable of getting on a train by myself, now please leave me be."

The pleading tone in his voice made Narssica give in and leave him be, but not before saying, "Blinky!" Their new scrawny house elf appeared, ready for new orders. "Take Draco's trunk to the train for me." She then spun back to her son, "Really, darling, you shouldn't lug that around you'll break your back."

Finished with the conversation she then trotted off without another word.

The blond strutted up to the family gates waiting for the new aurors to open them.

After the treacherous war Lucius had been tossed away to Azkaban while his terrified wife and son had been put on house arrest. No one was aloud in or out of the manor and only house elves could practice magic inside. Thankfully Draco had been put on leave to further his education, it was either go back to school or spend another five months with his nagging mother.

He waited about thirty seconds tapping his foot impatiently on the stone pavings before the door's finally creaked open.

The auror on the very left grunted sneering at him. "Malfoy your wand. Only use this in emergencies," he held it out to the boy with caution. "And don't you be forgetting that we can track every spell you cast, don't be foolish with this opportunity."

"If you ask me he should be locked up just like his nuisance coward of a father." The one located on the right piped up followed by murmurs of agreement.

"Well thankfully I didn't ask you, so your useless opinion is not needed here." The blond barked, snatching his wand and whisking himself away before he could get a thorough beating from the guards yet again.

He Apparated onto platform nine and three quarters only to be squished the second he appeared. Hundreds if not thousands were standing around squealing in excitement. He was extremely confused for a moment before a low gruff voice shouted, "There he is! Our saviour!"

Oh of course.

He thought remembering what his mother had said earlier. He glanced over to where the crowd was rushing, finding Harry Potter, the boy who lived, with his minions Granger and Weasley, wearing an even grimmer frown then he was. The blond wore a smile knowing he wasn't the only miserable one.

Women and men of all ages stormed towards him scaring the living crap out of the pitiful unfortunate boy.

Draco soon believed he had been staring too long so decided to look for his only friends, Blaise and Pansy.