Emilco (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

The Truth about Draco Lucius Malfoy

Emily walks back to the common room with Draco, he's still complaining about the Quidditch match. Suddenly, Justine walks into the common room with a potion. She (toss)ed the potion at Emily, who caught it. The note read "Here is the potion. -Emma". Emily poured it into a Butterbear that she would give to Draco. Draco ran into the common room and Emily began to talk to him.
"Draco, you look exhausted."
"Ya." He slouched in the car.
"Have a Butterbear."
"Thanks." He gulped it down. Suddenly, Emily was inside his thoughts. She saw a young Draco with his mom. They were buying a broom.
"Draco, brooms aren't allowed at your first year in Hogwarts."
"But I want one." Then Draco's dad came into the thought.
"Draco, stop being a spoiled brat."
"Don't say that!" Narcissa said, hugging Draco.
"I want to go to Pig Farts, they don't need broomsticks! There's no gravity!" Draco sobbed.
"I'm sure we can get you to Mars!" Narcissa reassured. Lucius gave a stern look to his wife and child. The scene changed, Draco was in his room. He looked slightly older.
"Pig Farts with Rumleroar! Dad please!" Draco screamed.
"No! Hogwarts, where you'll be with Severus!"
"Dad but Rumbleroar!"
"No! That's final!" Lucius said. Draco looked at his Quidditch broom on his shelf.
Again, the scene changed.
"Good bye Draco!" Narcissa hugged him.
"Bye son." Lucius said with a slight smile. He went onto the Hogwarts Express. Two large boys were sitting in a compartment.
"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy and I'm really rich. I'm so proud to be pureblood and white. I mean wizard."
"Hello. I'm Vincent Crabbe. Call me Vincent and I'll pound your head in."
"I'm Gregory Goyle. Call me Goyle."
"My dad told me about your dads," he lowered his voice, "They're death eaters." They smiled proudly.
"Harry Potter is here!" People outside were shouting.
"Let's go see Famous Potter, he'll need to know the right kind of wizard." They marched through the train and looked in every compartment. There was Harry Potter, siting with a ginger Emily knew to be named Ron.
"My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm racist, despise gingers and Mudbloods, I hate the Gryffindor house, and my parents work for the people who killed yours. Do you want to be my friend?" He held out a hand to Harry.
"No thanks."
"Please."
"No."
"Fine. This is Crabbe and Goyle. They'll hurt you." Then Ron's rat bite Goyle. The three boys ran away. The scene dissolved into the Great Hall.
"So, on Pig Farts Rumbleroar lets you ride on his back!" Crabbe and Goyle looked amazed.
"Look." He pointed towards Emily.
"She's cute and smart. We NEED to date!"
"Ask her." Crabbe grunted.
"When the time is right." Emily was pulled out of Draco's thoughts. He looked at her and said "Now you know the truth about Draco Lucius Malfoy."