The Heir Of Please Leave Me Alone
Second year was a bit of a step up from the easy curriculum of their first Hogwarts year. The only real difference ,though, being their odd new DADA teacher, who was more full of himself than Harry Potter himself.
Draco wasn't really sure why Quirrel was gone, but he was kind of glad, that this one didn't stutter quite as much. So Draco didn't have any difficulty understanding their teacher in theory. But whatever great sizzling dragon bogies left the mans mouth, Draco only heard, "I am so great. Please buy my book and love me!".
That seemed to be what Left the teachers mouth half the time anyway. So Draco didn't even bother listening and just read ahead of class to not have to endure the pain of scatching for context whenever he was called upon.
Then there had been the funeral of his grandfather. Who had died at the ripe age of 64. Pity. Draco really would've thought him to live on longer. But it didn't really matter. Draco had never really talked to the guy more than a few words. But it seemed to have hurt his mother, so he cared for her. Of course she hadn't cried at the funeral. Blacks didn't cry. But he could hear her, in her room. At night, when he returned from the forest reeking of blood and dirt, he had heard her quiet sniffels.
He hadn't gone into her room that night or any other. He didn't want to give his mother another reason to cry about. Her smiling, tidy and clean boy she loved by day turned into this filthy moster at nightfall. And Draco didn't want her to see that side of him. He wanted nobody to see it. He wanted to stay her little boy for as long as possible.
So Draco ignored the claws sinking itself into his heart in anguish and returned back to Hogwarts the next day.
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On Lockharts call there was the new addition of duelling club, added to the second years availability. But Severus had forbidden Draco to join, since they didn't know how penetrable Draco's skin was by spells, and what effect they could have on his unnatural anatomical disfunction - the fangs, the darkening red of his eyes accompanied by dark rings underneath them whenever on the hunt, as well as the slight lengthening of his fingernails in the same situation.
So Draco sadly had to sit by and watch while Blaise Zabini summoned a snake with the spell 'Serpensortia' and Harry Potter drove it to almost attack some poor Hufflepuff. Funny almost, if he hadn't spoken Parseltoung.
And then a few weeks later there had been that thing about the Chamber of Secrets. Honestly this school was rediculous.
Because suddenly people from all houses started tormenting Draco with questions of whether he was the heir of Slytherin, whose enemies had been made beware of.
Yule was fine. Time spend with his parents was always great, however not as fullfilling these days. Additionally his father seemed to be occupied with some strange ploy, so whenever he was present over the holidays, it was only to look occupied still and to scorn Draco for doing something not to his liking.
Not even spending tine with Severus made up for it. The two of them used thsir time by testing Draco's strengths and weaknesses. Or basically every Saturday Severus found new excuses to hex him with every spell in his repertoire.
So long they had found out, that most objects didn't even so much as penetrate his skin. Only silver left slight scratch marks, but perhaps the cayse of that had been Severus' previous murder attempts on his several limbs. If he had been only a tid bit less undead Draco was sure he would look like a human cutting board by now.
There was that whole ploy after Yule holiday too, when Potter and his pet Weasel had stormed the Slytherin common room, disguised as Dumb and dumber. Quite fitting when Draco thought about it, and had demanded answers.
Of course Draco wasn't stupid. Not as much as the two Gryffindors before him. How they had even found the Slytherin common room was beyond Draco.
Immediately he had recognized their scents filling the air with their wonderful aromas. Well Weasley not so much but Potter's scent was almost deafening.
It had been fun messing with them. Toying with the idea of making himself out to be the Heir of Slytherin. But Draco didn't really care enough. So in the end he had been quite glad to let them run back towards their own dorms, when he had felt the dampening charm wearing off again.
Why slightly more intelligent blunderbuss number three hadn't been there with them was beyond Draco. But seeing as Granger didn't even show up to class the next day must have meant she had either died or lost her mind.
Draco did get a bit scared when one after the other people started dropping left and right, so he mostly stayed up in his dorm, amusing himself by playing exploding snap with Blaise and Theo.
Winning every time of course. But nobody could blame his friends for lack of trying. Winning against a Vampire seemed a rather impossible chore. Theo had tried to animate Draco into joining the quidditch team at the start of the school year. But Severus nor his parents seemed to like the idea of Draco being involved in close contact sports. Draco honestly didn't get that. The sport was up in the air on broomsticks for Salazar's sake. Who would he be in close contact with? Birds?
Nevertheless, Draco didn't want to go against his parents' clear orders, so he instead amused himself otherwise. Poking fun at Harry Potter stayed a loved past time of course.
And even though the year hadn't been all too great, with Draco only getting an Exceeding Expectations instead of an Outstanding in DADA, Draco still dreaded returning home for the summer where there was only himself and his thoughts.
Draco had, however, formed a plan over the course of the year, since his near death experience two winters ago. Draco wanted to make his life, however long it would be worth living for. And to do that, Draco needed to do the one thing he had sworn himself that summer in 86.
Revenge.
Draco was going to find the asshole that had turned him into what he was now, and he was going to kill him, slowly and painfully. The life the other vampire had ripped away from Draco that night, he would just as easily rip back. By ripping the other vampires throat out.
With his teeth.