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My mom and daddy aren't in love
“Draco!” Blaise called, waving to Draco “Lets hang out more!” he grinned.
Draco blinked before nodding and heading to the manor. He was at Blaise's house today, a ‘play date’ his parents called it. He entered the house to screaming, his mother was drinking again. He sighed and walked towards the noise.
“YOU DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT THIS FAMILY” his mother screamed, “NAME ONE TIME YOU HUGGED DRACO THIS WEEK!”
“I CARE MORE THAN YOU” his father shouted back “ATLEAST I DONT HIT HIM! HE HAS BEEN COVERED IN BANDEGES FOR WEEKS”
Draco looked back at where Dobby was watching him, before Dobby whispered he should go to his room.
That’s fine, I’ll settle for two birthdays
His mother mostly forgot his birthdays, while his father took him out to do something fun. This one time, they went to this thing called a ‘roller coster’ and Draco had screamed his head out laughing. He smiled so brightly that day.
His mother, realising what she had done, would have a small tea party with him. It always ended with her sneaking alcohol into her tea and passing out after 5 cups. He was still happy she pretended to care, she did enough already.
I said something dumb again
“Why are the Weasleys bad?” Draco had asked his father one day, after his father complained to him about a man called ‘Arthur’ giving him so much stress at work.
His father stared at him before scoffing “Don’t ask dumb questions Draco, never ask dumb questions.” And with that he headed to the libary. Draco didn’t mind not getting an answer, he didn’t like people who gave his father stress.
They’re not gonna catch us now
He knew his father was into the dark arts, he saw the weird drawing on his fathers arm.His father mostly hidden it with a muggle thing called ‘makeup’. Draco saw its uses, he used it to cover the bruises on his face his mother left.
Father had many people in the ministry wrapped around his fingers, owing him favours over the years. He suspected that Fudge, the minister , might be in depth to his father too. He seems extra worried when he sees his father. He has met fudge 3 different times. One when he was visiting the ministry with his father, then alone at a important business party, then when his father had some business to sort out.
Draco didn’t question his parents, they knew the best
I forgot my name again
Draco looked around in diagonal alley in fascination. His father rarely took him there, but this time he got to go to the shops. He looked at his list in excitement, looking through all the books he was about to get. It was perfect-
“DRACO, listen to me” his mother snapped at him,”five times I called your name now.”
Draco looked down, he zoned out again. He should stop doing that, maybe mother would be in a good mood and not hit him on the face this ti-
“-and you go to the robe place while I get you your wand” Draco snapped back to the present “Do you understand Draco?”
Draco nodded.
I think that’s something worth remembering
“Imagine being in Hufflepuff. I would rather die” Draco brawled, remembering what his father said about Hufflepuff. He knew it was a horrible house because, well, his father knows everything.
”Hmm” the boy, Harry was it, replied
Draco knew he was being annoying now, because it was the tone his father used when he talked too long about something that wasn’t interesting.
Harry looked to the pale boy’s eyes dimming slightly as he stopped talking. He finally stopped talking at least. He didn’t know what he had done affected the rest of the pale skinned boys day.
He moved on with his day, got his owl and hanged out with Hagrid. His mind on the package that Hagrid took from the very safe safe. His mind didn’t have a second thought about the spoiled, blonde, pretty, pale boy he met. Not once…
RKSam presents
The philosophers’ stone: Draco edition