My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Two:

For the three weeks leading up to September 1st I couldn’t think about anything but my boy. Of course I read through my required Hogwarts text and through some extras that Mother and Father had acquired. However, during my free time, when I would usually go and play quidditch, my thoughts were focused one dark haired green eyed boy—my boy.

I wanted to tell Mother and Father about my boy, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. My boy was too innocent, too pure, too intoxicating for my parents to resist. They would wish to own him and I couldn’t have that. He was mine.

So instead I chatted about my perfect boy to my personal house elf, Dobby. I forbade the elf to speak of or insinuate anything that I told him to anyone in any way, shape, or form. Only a house elf was safe with my musings of my perfect boy because there was no way in hell that a house elf would desire a human. I shuddered at the thought and ignored the need to gag in repulsion.

However, pouring one’s heart out to a house elf is way below Malfoy standards, and as such I began to write in a Diary about my boy. Ever entry about my boy is in invisible ink and only can become visible at the drop of my blood. Also the book couldn’t be opened without the key that always rested on a platinum chain around my neck.

Currently, said diary was opened as I began to once again write about my boy:

Entry the Eighth

Every time I think about my first meeting with my boy I can’t help to think of my utter stupidity. How had I have forgotten to get his name? If I had asked my boy’s name then I could have had Dobby track him down and bring him to the Manor instantly.

I can barely wait until September 1st when I shall see my boy again. I will have Mother and Father take me to the Hogwarts express early so that I can wait for him. A Malfoy doesn’t wait for anyone but I’ll wait for my boy. I’ll wait as long as I have to so that I can get him into the Malfoy train compartment. I’ll wait as long as I have to so my boy will know that he is my pet and I am his master.

I’ll have him call me Master Malfoy like Dobby and the other house elves do. That idiot Dumbledore doesn’t allow personal house elves to enter Hogwarts but no one can protest my pet. He is human after all and no one can deny him following my every command.

I’ll train him like Mother and Father train their pets and soon I’ll have him wear my name across his neck on a collar as Mother has her pet’s do. The whole school, no, the whole world will know that he belongs to me. Mother and Father’s pets will go green with envy, not to mention Mother and Father theirself, when they see how perfect and obedient my pet is.

Yes, I can’t wait until September the first when I will see my boy again and finally make him mine.

Tbc…