White dragon

white dragon

chapter 1: dreams

>Summery: Draco’s having problems remembering something that happened
when
>he was six years old. Now ten years later in his seventh year of
Hogwarts,
>he has to figure out what he forgot before history repeats itself; and
as
>if that’s not bad enough Draco is fighting a battle harder than any
even
>Harry has fought. This battle is all in Draco’s head. Can Harry’s
group
>help him before its too late?
>
>Rated: R for launguge and possibly lemons but hey i’m a romance chick
>whatcha expect?
>
>AN: I have done the impossible *pause* I have written a fanfiction
*readers
>give me a blank look and back away slowly* Now on to the story!!!!!!!
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>It was dark, but not so dark that he couldn’t see the coffin in the
middle
>of the room. Than the small boy felt like rabid wolves were trying to
claw
>their way out of his stomach. Suddenly the world went black and the
boy was
>engulfed in fear.
>Draco Malfoy woke up drenched in sweat. ‘Damn’ he thought. The
nightmares
>were getting worse ‘but what happened that night?’
>Draco knew his nightmares were a memory from when he was six. Whatever
had
>happened that night had been so bad that he had forced himself to
forget,
>Now ten years later history was gonna repeat itself. Draco knew he had
to
>stop it. Easier said than done.
>>Draco heard yelling from down stairs. ‘Dads drunk again ‘ he thought
>wincing as he heard a thud.
>His dad was often drunk. When drunk,his father would beat him and his
>mother, or anyone else in the room but usually Nesscara would send her
son
>up to his room and spare him from the beatings.
>‘Koal it is’ thought Draco dryly.
>Long ago Draco had given up on invisible friends for daydreaming. His
form
>of daydreaming was making up characters and adventures for his
characters
>to live out. Through his characters, Draco would live. Now Draco had
come
>to realize that in order to make room in his head for his characters
he was
>required to get rid of the characters and stories he didn’t care for
>including himself. But daydreaming was like a drug and Draco was
helpless
>against his addiction to it. But Draco had to hold on to the fast
fading
>shreds of himself if he was gonna stop whatever was gonna happen from
>happening. Still his made up lives were much better than his real one.
>Draco contemplated on that thought as he heard the sounds of yelling
and
>the slap of flesh against flesh. At least he was going to Hogwain in
the
>morning at least there he could escape from his abusive father. Only
>problem was he had a whole year of Harry bloody Potter the fuckin boy
who
>lived again.
>Draco was sick of Potter and his joined-at-the-waist-buddy Ron.
>But Granger, Draco sighed as his thoughts turned to the third member
of
>Harry’s group. Hermione Granger had changed since there first year of
>Hogwarts. Now she had all the right curves in all the right places.
Her
>bushy mane had become waves of sunlight flowing down her back. ‘Yes
Granger
>was definitely something to look forward to’ With that thought on his
mind
>Draco drifted into a peaceful sleep laden with thoughts of Hermione
>Granger.

AN so wachya think, good bad should I continue on? keep in mind this is my first fic ever so if ya wanna flame *pulls out Matilda from LEG (league of extraordinary gentlemen) bring it on. If ya wanna give suggestions have at it, or if ya just wanna say hi or what ever than yay^_^

o ya my friend Fisherman beta readed so any spelling/gramer stuff is all his no realy thankx man I.O.U