Truth

I didn’t realize how quickly the first year had gone by. Like I wasn’t having fun, so why was it so quick? Harry  Potter didn’t accept my friendship. I made friends with Blaise and Pansy. They were my only real friends, so I told myself. 

Harry and I were not on good terms. The last time I spoke to him, we had a wizard duel. I didn’t win. I was pretty upset about that. But, he was happy so I could let it slide, this once. 

I was on the train, with Blaise and Pansy. I decided with their help not to really ride home with Crabbe and Goyle. They’d just ask me about myself. As much as I liked it, I'd like to hear about somebody else’s life as well. I wasn’t that selfish.

But, it was weird. Because someone unexpectedly had made their way to our table, and decided to stare at me. And say nothing. Hermione Granger, that mudblood. I really didn’t wanna talk to her of all people.

She finally spoke. “Malfoy.” She greeted me, with a sigh, handing me a book. My book. I was confused, as I looked up at her, but also mad. It was in my bag- wasn’t it?

I sighed, defeated, deciding to just get this over with. “Thank you, I guess..” I mumbled. Granger sighed, speaking up. “Harry also said uhm…maybe…if you're nicer to me and Ron…” She paused for a second, thinking or something. “You could…be friends with him.” She kinda glared at me with that.

I wanted to laugh, but just held it in. Deciding if I should or not. I nodded a bit in thought. “I’ll think about it…” I sighed. Might as well accept it. If I want to make my father proud of me, and not always just despise me.

It became clear to me that no matter what I did, my father was never proud. I was always a failure to him. This is out of the blue, really. I know that, but still. I don’t know what to do sometimes.

It was about three p.m. and my mother had gone out to get some stuff with Mippy, our personal house elf other than Dobby. The bad thing was me and my father were home alone. Together, alone… Other than the house elves, they couldn't do anything. Not to my father at least.

He soon yelled out for me, making me groan to myself. “DRACO!” That’s when I knew I was in trouble. I never ran down those two flights of stairs faster. I immediately lined up in front of him, straightening my back, hands behind myself. “Yes sir?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed, and I was met with a violent slap to my face. Which sent me to the ground. “I told you to help Plumb with the cake, didn’t I?” He asked. That stung me to my core, so I did ask him if I could help bake it. He said yes, and ordered me to. But, I was very sick that day (today) and I didn’t even want to stand.

My legs were wobbling, threatening to let me collapse. My whole body aches with misery. My throat hurt so bad it felt like I could cry. I was still in my pajamas. Not only that, I was burning up. It felt like I was inside an oven.

I opened my mouth, pausing, before I spoke. “But- fathe-” That was enough to give me a hard punch to the face, grabbing his wand. No, nonononononononononono. This isn't happening. This was all just a dream.

I soon felt pain all through my body, worse than anything I've ever felt before. I sobbed out, screaming in pain. It didn’t stop. No matter what I did. How loud or much I screamed. It didn’t. Fucking. Stop.

I couldn’t hear him. I was screaming too loud, but I did hear a faint, “Don’t” and “worthless”. Then I understood this was obviously a punishment. I kept screaming and crying though. I couldn’t contain it. It hurt so much. I was guessing this was Crucio from how much it hurt. But just enough to barely kill me, to make someone beg to just be killed instead. And I wanted that so bad at the moment.

He seemed to deem it enough, as he groaned. “Go make yourself useful and clean up before your mother gets home. Also, get dressed in something nice.” He snarled, before leaving me there. Everything hurt so much, I couldn’t move for a few minutes, or hours. I couldn’t tell. I think I blacked out somewhere in between.

My mom had found me on the floor passed out, I guess she assumed I had passed out from just being sick. Good. I couldn’t come up with another excuse. And she wouldn’t believe me anyways. I couldn’t tell her the truth, it’d break her heart.

She got one of the biggest house elves we had to get me and drag me to my room. My mother had put a wet rag onto my forehead. There was nothing we could really do about me being sick. We just had to wait it out, keep me cool, and hope for the best. We don’t know why this happens, but it gets annoying sometimes.

She took care of me until I was better, sitting up. “Mother…wait...Mother...we didn’t get to celebrate your birthday!!” That was the first thing that came to mind, we had to celebrate her birthday. She just smiled sweetly at me. “Oh Draco honey. You being okay and well is the best gift I could get, don’t worry.” I loved her more than anything. I loved her so much…