Heir Of Gryffindor

Chapter Fourteen

Draco's POV

Two weeks. That's how long Harley had been gone. Two weeks and Hogwarts was completely different without her and the other three. Everyone was completely bummed out. No one joked around, no one laughed, you were lucky to see someone smile. Even the teachers were glum. It was as if our whole existence revolved around the four of them, which was honestly quite sad. I had never missed someone as much as I missed Harley.

I watched everyone walk to the great hall, and I just let out a sigh. I could not eat, or sleep, or do much of anything anymore. I missed Harley like crazy, and with leaving for Winter break tomorrow, killing Dumbledore was weighing down heavily on me. I knew as soon as I got home, Voldemort would give me the set date that I needed to kill someone who never did me wrong. I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, yet I knew if I didn't, things would be worse off.

Everyone believes I've made a million and one bad choices, but I've never had a choice. Everything I've done is to please my father and the dark lord. My mother loves me, but she pushes me to be just like my father. If I didn't do what my father asked me to do, I would have died a long time ago. I have to be the perfect son, the perfect replica of Lucius Malfoy.

Because of their need for me to be someone I didn't want to be, I had to take on the persona of an asshole. If someone wasn't pureblood, I had to hate them. I couldn't befriend the Weasley Family, I couldn't speak to mud bloods, and I sure as hell could not associate with Gryffindors. My father told me that would bring dishonor onto our family name, which meant he would beat the crap out of me if he found out I did these things.

I walked to my room, and collapsed onto my bed, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep, dreading going home the next day.

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I looked at the outside of the manor in disgust. My mom on one side of me, and my father on the other. He slapped my shoulder, and we walked into the house. Aunt Bella's shrill laughter filled my ears as soon as I walked in.

"Oh Drakey! We cannot wait for you to complete your mission. You're going to make us all so proud!"

I glared at her, but she didn't notice as she flittered away. I walked up the stairs to my room, and sighed. Normal wizards and witches had posters of favorite quidditch players, and bands, or pictures of themselves, family, and friends. Me on the other hand had nothing. My walls were the same green as that of the Slytherin house. My furniture all black. A few silver accents here and there, but my room was unwelcoming, cold, and reminded me of a dungeon.

I sat on my bed, and pulled the necklace I had out of my pocket. It was pure gold, and I had bought it for Harley. It was symbolic of our relationship. There was a lion roaring, and a snake hissing. Both of them making those sounds towards each other. It was supposed to show how far we'd come. From fighting like crazy, to falling for one another. It was incredible to me that I was most definitely falling in love with my sworn enemy.

I heard someone knocking on my door, and before I could answer, my father walked in. He shut and locked the door behind him, and I quickly shoved the necklace in my pocket. Before I knew what was happening, his fist collided with my face.

"You are a disgrace." He punched me again, but this time in the stomach making it hard for me to breathe.

"No son of mine will be in love with a Potter."

He hit me over and over again, and I refused to let out any sounds of pain.  He began to kick me, and mutter things about me being a mistake, the son he never wanted, a horrible wizard... After twenty minutes, he got up to leave, but I grabbed my wand and managed to mutter the body binding spell. He fell to the ground, and I forced myself up. He glared at me, hate filling his eyes, and I glared back at him.

"Lucius Malfoy, you are a monster. Almost as bad as Voldemort. You are not my father. This is the last time I'll ever let you abuse me. The last time I'll take your crap. I am not a disgrace. I'm in love with Harley, and you can't stop that. I don't want to be you, and I never will. I'm not killing Dumbledore. He's more of a man than you can dream of being."

With that said, I apparated away with one thought in my mind.

I'm screwed.