Draco woke up to sunlight pouring in through his bedroom windows. He quickly put on his clothes and ran downstairs, hoping to catch a glimpse of his father before he left. He was successful. He was able to see his father peck his mother on the cheek.
"Good morning, sweetie," said Narcissa. Draco bid her the same. He sat down at the long wooden table next to his mother.
"Dobby! Could you please get me a bowl of oatmeal?" asked the blond nine-year old. He always tried to be as nice as possible to the house-elf, he always used his manners. He shovelled the oatmeal into his mouth.
"Draco! That is not how a proper young man should eat. When you are at Hogwarts, do, you want people staring at you when you eat?" scolded his mother. Draco quickly apologized and ran upstairs to his bedroom. He put on his round glasses and took a quill out of his desk. Very carefully, he drew a lightning bolt on his forehead.
"Mother, come play with me?" called Draco. He always secretly enjoyed being alone with his mum. She would let him dress up as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. His father, on the other hand, disapproved strongly of this behaviour.
One time, he got caught playing Harry Potter and his father gave him a beating to remember. He'd also been caught other times. Eventually, Draco learnt to act like he hated Harry Potter.
As he ran around the house, screaming, "I'm Harry Potter!", he came upon a door that was slightly ajar. He slowly crept inside.
YOU ARE READING
Draco's Boggart
FanfictionDraco Malfoy said he wasn't scared of anything. But after an encounter with a Boggart, he realizes he isn't as brave as he thought he was.
