" Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence "
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The air was tense, the feeling of dread and worry surrounding every student in the room. With each child facing their biggest fear, it was expected that there would be an aura of anxiety and nervousness.
Draco plastered his trademark smirk onto his face, determined to not let anyone find out just how scared he really was of his Boggart. He knew what - or who, to be more exact - his Boggart would be, and with every passing second, Draco could feel his heart racing faster.
"This is absolutely absurd," he muttered to Crabbe and Goyle, who both agreed instantly, "Just wait 'til I tell my father about this. He'll put a stop to it."
Draco clenched his right fist as he hesitantly shuffled forward, the large wardrobe seemingly much bigger than he previously thought. Stepping to the left, he tried to discreetly slip behind Crabbe, hoping that it wasn't obvious the dread he was feeling.
"Mr Malfoy, your turn," Draco heard Professor Lupin announce. His blood ran cold as his breathing became uneven. He could see his classmates staring at him expectedly.
And Potter. Potter was stood somewhat near the middle of the queue, along with Weasley and Granger. Draco couldn't refuse to face his Boggart in front of them - no, definitely not.
He gulped quietly, before turning around and facing the wardrobe. The handle rattled menacingly, seeming to taunt Draco as the door opened slowly. A pale, wrinkled hand curled around the wood as a tall figure stepped out.
Draco could hear the whispers of his classmates, but in that moment couldn't spare a thought about what they thought of him. Right then, all he could think - all that consumed him - was the sight of the man looming above him, with his long blonde hair and evil eyes, and the hand that once opened the wardrobe door now grasping the cane that Draco was so deathly afraid of.
Lucius had not once hit him with it, but the mere thought of the merciless Death Eater holding what could only be assumed as a weapon - his father didn't need help walking and so that could not be it - was enough to make Draco shiver in fear.
"What a disgrace you are to the family, Draco! How dare you bring dishonour to my very name!" Lucius' voice boomed out, eerily loud in the cold silence of the classroom.
Draco shakily lifted his wand. "Rid... Rid...Riddik..." he tried to say the one word that could make his "father" stop saying these dreadful things, however the word wouldn't leave his mouth, his brain refusing cooperate at that moment in time.
"You are unfit to be the Malfoy heir!"
He could feel tears pricking his eyes as he failed to speak one tiny word, before swallowing the lump in his throat, still not wanting to show himself to be weaker than he already had. That would make his real father disappointed in him, not just the Boggart.
"You'll never be as good as P-"
"Riddikulus!" Draco blinked, his arm dropping to his side as he heard Professor Lupin say what he couldn't.
Draco bit the inside of his cheek as he slowly turned around to face the class. Everyone stared at him as his once pale cheeks began to burn with embarrassment.
Then, he hurriedly left the room, almost sprinting for the door as he tried to escape the judging stares of his classmates. The door slammed loudly, the sound ripping through the air as the class stood in shock.
Outside, Draco rushed through the halls, heading straight to the nearest bathroom, before locking himself in the closest stall, and collapsing against the wall, sobs racking through his body.
His tears felt like fire as they ran down his cheeks, all the pain and anger he'd felt in his life bubbling up to the surface in this instance.
Because, though Draco openly taunted Potter and his friends for being blood traitors, being poor or being muggleborns, he genuinely thought, deep down, that his Boggart "father" was right.
Draco was a disgrace to the family. He did bring dishonour to his father's name. He was unfit to be the Malfoy heir.
