Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One

| A Year in the Life

Living with the Malfoys as weird, Harry thought. At least compared with his life with the Dursleys. First off: he had a bedroom, an actual bedroom. It was as large as Draco's with just as many toys and stuffed animals but Harry found that he spent most of his day with Draco in his room, or outside in the garden playing around. Blaise was with them most days, Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Zabini spending their time lounging inside while they talked or wondering the gardens. Draco was great, Harry decided, he was the best person he had ever met. He shared all of his toys with Harry and made all the important decisions like what they were going to play. He still dressed Harry, which Harry thought was a nice thing to do. Even though the silly looking men caused house-elves pulled clothes out for Harry, Draco would always come into his room and examine the clothes the house-elves pull out before either giving it his approval or throwing them back into the wardrobe and pulling out something better. A month into doing this, Harry decided that he liked being dressed by Draco. Another thing he didn't have to worry about.

Mrs. Malfoy was like an opposite version of Aunt Petunia. She was always wearing beautiful robes and clothes, and told Harry and Draco repeatedly about the importance of appearance. "You're a Malfoy now Harry, that means you have the responsibility of the Malfoy image to uphold. Not to mention the Potter image!" she was fond of saying. Harry was confused, not knowing what 'image' she was talking about. All he wanted was to play with Draco and Blaise. It was always those three. Draco talked about how their parents would be introducing them to the other families they talk with, but that day never came. Harry once asked Mrs. Malfoy why that was and she answered, "You're not ready Harry. You've barely lived with us for a month."

Harry liked her answer and decided never to ask her again. In the end, Harry decided that she was nice, the entire Malfoy family was nice, even Mr. Malfoy... but still Harry would be lying if he said that the patriarch didn't scare him a little. For the first few days as a Malfoy, Harry felt his butt sting a phantom pain whenever he looked at Mr. Malfoy's way. The man was somewhat warmer to Harry, he didn't spank him again but he wasn't exactly physical when showing his affection for the boys. The most Draco and Harry would get are pat on the backs or a ruffle of hair. At least Mrs. Malfoy hugged them. But Harry didn't complain, they were both ten times more affectional than either Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia. Mr. Malfoy liked to drill etiquette lessons in Harry's and Draco's minds, teaching them everything from how to eat properly to how to present themselves when in public. Harry just went along with each other, all of them reminding Harry of Mr. Malfoy's rule of "No stuttering."

Harry quickly learned that while Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were teaching him lessons on how to act in their society, Draco and Blaise are teaching him how to act like themselves without their parents knowing. There was a lot of weird things about their society, Harry learned. For some reason they liked blood, at least that was the impression Harry got from how much they said words like "Pureblood," and "Half-Blood." He wondered if there were some wizards who were vampires and that there was a taste difference between purebloods and half-bloods. One day, Harry decided to ask Draco and Blaise about Purebloods and Half-Bloods, causing them both to laugh.

"It has nothing to do with blood taste Harry!" Draco said.

"Or vampires!"

"Then why was Mrs—Mummy and Mrs. Zabini talking about it?" Harry asked, looking between Draco and Blaise.

"Well... that's a hard question," Draco said. "I don't know the full answer, but I'll do my best. Umm some people in our society think that their blood is important. I mean who their an-ces-tors are," Draco slowed down the word to make sure he said each syllable correctly. "Like are they wizards? Are they muggles? That stuff. Purebloods are people like Blaise and me. We have wizard an-ces-tors going back and back and back. Half-Bloods are people like you Harry. They have either a muggle or muggleborn parent or grandparent."