Honor Thy Father

Honor Thy Father






Honor Thy Father

By Demented Pixie

 

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

 

Chapter 2


When Draco awoke the next
morning, he felt excited, despite the soreness of his body. Today he was going to
Hogwarts, the only place he could escape his father’s abuse. Draco got up and
took a long shower, washing away the remnants of the night before. As he was
drying himself off, he looked in the mirror at the wounds and scars all along
his chest and back. Then he gazed at his left arm, the place where his father
expected him to take the Dark Mar’ll ’ll never do it, Draco thought, I’m
sick of being my father’s toy. Draco left his elegant bathroom and changed into striking hunter green
robes, which once bore the Malfoy crest (Draco had removed it using a spell.)



Draco moved the clothes in his
closet so they revealed his mother’s portrait. Draco had rescued it from being
destroyed by his father, like all the others.
He stopped there, looking into the soft blue eyes of his mother,
Narcissa. His mother’s portrait smiled at him. “I’m going back to school today,
mother. It’s my 7th year, and I’ve been made Head Boy. And I’m
captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. We’re really going to pummel
Gryffindor this year,” Draco told his mother’s portrait with fake happiness. He
never told her what Lucius did to him; he did not want her to worry.



“That’s excellent news,”
portrait-Narcissa replied, smiling, ” I’ll miss you while you are away. I only
wish I c rea really be there for you. I love you.” Narcissa had died when Draco
was ten years old, of a mysterious illness. He and his mother were very close,
as his father was never really around. After his wife’s death, Lucius had
started showing an “interest” in Draco. He told Draco that it was time he
learned “what being a Malfoy was really about”, and so the nightly torment
started. Tears welled up in Draco’s eyes at the memory.



“I miss you too, mum,” he replied,
choking back tears, “I’d better go…it’s almost time for the Express.” He waved
to the portrait, and moved his robes back in place.



Draco apparated to Platform Nine
and Three-Quarters without saying ‘goodbye’ to his father. Oh damn, I
forgot, Draco thought sarcastically, he’ll figure it out. Once
there, he plastered his famous smirk across his face. Draco had sworn to himself that no one would know about all the
shit he’d been through, so he hid behind a façade of the most arrogant prat at
Hogwarts, always making life hell for Potter and his little friends, Mudblood
and Weasel. It made him feel somewhat better to make Harry miserable, but deep
down he was actually jealous of the fact that Harry had no father. Draco wanted
to cry, scream, and yell for help, but kept it inside, wearing his mask. Draco
was scared, angry, hurt, and lonely, but he was the only one who knew. Little
did he know that it would all soon change…..



Draco found his thuggish cronies,
Crabbe and Goyle, stealing money from some soon-to-be first year. He rolled his
eyes and walked towards them.



“Oy, Crabbe, Goyle, drop the kid
and lets get on the train. I don’t want to have to sit with some mudblood
filth,” Draco yelled at the two. They looked at him stupidly, and dropped the
small boy, whom they had been holding upside-down, shaking coins from his
pockets. The three of them wheeled their trunks to the Hogwarts Express,
pushing others out of their way.

 

Once on thein, in, Pansy Parkinson
soon nosed her way up to where Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, were sitting. Draco sighed
when he saw her. He had been on her “to do” list ever since first year.

 

Pansy smiled at him, batting her
eyelashes coyly. Draco mentally rolled his eyes, he had seen dragon shit that
looked better than she did.

 

“I missed you this summer, Draco,”
Pansy crooned.

 

“Yeah, missed you too,” Draco
replied with a forced smile,”I bet Potter missed me too. Why don’t we go see
how ol’ Scarhead’s doing?” he said with his pseudo-smirk. The four of them left
their compartment, Crabbe and Goyle reluctantly, having just purchased enough
food to satisfy a small elephant, and went looking for trouble.

 

Meanwhile, in their compartment,
Harry and Ron were discussing quidditch plays animatedly, while Hermione was
shining her Head Girl badge for the hundredth time. She was ecstatic, for her
dream of becoming Head Girl had come true (to no one’s surprise.) She was just
pinning it to her black Hogwart’s robes when she heard a cold, familiar voice
behind her.

 

“Honestly, they really let mudblood
filth like you be Head Girl? What has this school come to? Dumbledore’s fucking
mad,” Draco said saucily. Crabbe and Goyle nodded stupidly in unison, and Pansy
giggled uncontrollably.

 

“What do YOU want, Malfoy?”
Hermione replied, looking her enemy in the face defiantly. Harry and Ron
stopped talking abruptly and stood up to face Draco, fists ready.

 

“Fuck off, Malfoy. I bet you’re
just jealous because Hermione has a higher rank than you,” Harry said
defiantly. Draco winced at the sound of his last name, he hated hearing it.

 

“Shut it, Scarhead. As a
matter-of-fact, I’M Head Boy. I’d watch it if I were you. I’d HATE to have to
report you,” Draco said, pulling his badge out of his pocket.

 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione gaped at
it. “And how much did Daddy have to pay for that?” Ron asked.

 

Draco’s blood boiled at the thought
of that. “Fuck you, Weasley. You know nothing of my father!” Draco stormed off,
close to tears. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy followed suit. He was actually jealous
of Weasley, poor as he may be, but he had a father that actually cared about
him.

 

It was only moments later that both
Hermione and Draco realized something.

 

“BLOODY HELL!” they both screamed in
unison…..

 

 

A/N: Sorry for not updating, I’ve
been on vacation and catching up on work. And yes, I’m aware of the crappiness
of this ‘fic.