Draco was in class with Blaise. They sat together in potions class. Both pretty tired and awfully bored. The classroom was filled by smoke from the cauldrons which made Draco feel even more drowsy.
Draco and Blaise were both looking at their cauldron blankly. Not having the single clue how to stop the potion from fogging up the whole classroom with all the smoke.
"Blaise make it stop."
"I can't. Why didn't you listen to the instructions earlier."
"Shut it Blaise I don't have to do shit for you,"
"Better watch your damn mouth around Snape. Just help me figure this out."
"Fine."
"What did we wrong? Did you put too much scurvy grass?"
"Which one is that again?"
"The one in the glass bottle LABELED scurvy grass."
"Well how much was needed?"
"Not much."
"......I put in the whole bottle."
Blaise sat silent looking at Draco with utter disappointment.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE."
"Next time don't put me in change of anything."
"You know what I'm over it. Let's just leave."
They gathered their things. Poured the potion into a bottle and handed it to Snape. He gave them a dirty look and dismissed them.
They both walked out their potions class and headed outside. They went to the Quidditch pitch and sat behind the bleachers.
Draco took out a packet of cigarettes and handed one to Blaise. They both smoked peacefully and enjoyed the cool wind blowing in the air.
Then the Gryffindor team came outside. Each player carried their broom in their arms. Draco looked up at the team. He hated the Gryffindor team because although he hated to admit it they were good. Probably the best Gryffindor team Hogwarts had ever had.
"Don't you have practice?"
"Slytherin Quidditch practice isn't until tomorrow. Once these assholes get off the field, we can start to practice."
"Yeah I know what you mean man. I hate Gryffindor house. Complete assholes."
They kept observing from behind the bleachers until something caught Draco's eye. It was a player ridding his broom at full velocity. He had flown so quickly he barley got a glimpse of him. That is until he heard someone blow the whistle and finally he stopped. He looked down at his team and showed off the snitch he held on the palm of his hand.
"Harry sure is good at playing this game. He's even better than you." Teased Blaise.
"Shut up."
"What are you jealous? Of Harry Potter?"
"No."
"I sure would be. What I'd give to have all that fame and glory. Everyone knowing who you are and having people who admire you."
"It's complete bullshit you know? All that crap about surviving the dark lord. My father said he's nothing but a liar. His whole story is a lie."
"Come on Draco stop being so damn jealous. You know people would kill to be you too. All that money and that reputation you have around school."
"It's a shitty reputation. I don't see how being seen as a punk shitty kid is any good."
"Some people find it intimidating."
"I don't understand. People are just always looking for someone to admire. Even if they're shitty like me. Tell me how is getting in fights and causing trouble any good? It only causes people to loose trust in you."
"Wow Draco I've never seen you talk like that."
"Say a word to anyone and I'll sock you in the face."
Draco stopped talking. He didn't know what he had just said. He had accidentally slipped a bit of truth to Blaise of how he felt about his reputation. How much he wished people didn't think he was a bad person or someone to fear or even someone to admire for that point. He had a lot of hate for himself. He was so angry that he had let it come to this. He hated his dad his whole life. Which drove him to act out. He took it out on other people. He knew it wasn't ok but he couldn't stop. He'd hit other kids because he couldn't hit his had. He got in trouble so many times because that was the only way he got any attention from him. He started smoking because he knew how much his dad disapproved of that. He skipped class because he knew how much It pissed him off.
It wasn't always like this. Draco never let it really affect him. He hated him still for various reasons but he had always promised to never become anything like him. Draco was a great kid. Then "the accident" happened. Draco never was himself since that day.
He had just gotten home for the summer from his first year at Hogwarts. He arrived but no one was home. Only Dobby and the rest of the house elves who lured around the house cleaning.
He didn't know what was going on. His family was usually home but he figured it wasn't such a big deal. That's when Draco heard the front door slam open. Lucius came inside and he wasn't his usual self. He looked like he had aged so much. Just in a matter of one year. He looked so drained out. Like his whole happiness had just disappeared.
"Dad what's going on."
Lucius didn't say anything or even look at Draco. He walked by him.
"Dad is everything ok?"
He still didn't look at his son. Draco however did see him. He was crying. His eyes were swollen red and his face was so pale like he had just seen a ghost. He had also been drinking. He couldn't walk straight and he reeked of alcohol. That's when Draco really felt scared.
"Dad your scaring me."
That's when Lucius snapped at him and punched him across the face. Draco fell to the floor. He had no idea what had just happened. His nose started to bleed and he covered it with his hand.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP DRACO."
Draco didn't move. He was paralyzed by fear.
Lucius looked at his son and realized what he had just done but he still didn't feel guilt. He looked at his sons face. He really didn't know what was going on.
"It's your mother. She's dead. Died right in front of me." He said with his voice cracking.
He collapsed on the floor and started to cry. Draco was just a few feet from him. That year Lucius started to beat his son. Mostly when he was drunk or angry.
That year Draco's happiness was also drained from him. His mother was everything to him. Even when Lucius made him feel small and helpless, he knew he still had his mother who loved him but that was gone now.
It was later that night that he found out Narcisa had died from a heart attack. Lucius and her were out to dinner when she died.
Now Draco dreaded going back home. He begged to stay with his friends because he knew home wasn't an option. Sometimes he would just wonder on the streets until he was forced to go back home either by hunger or cold. Lucius would constantly beat him. Draco was so tired of it but he couldn't escape.
