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On September first Draco was up and ready to go at nearly seven o’clock. He ate a gigantic breakfast, and played with his wand until it was time to go. He flew over to the Goyle Manor to get Goyle. Then they flooed to Crabbe Manor where they met up with Crabbe, and then took a portkey to King’s Cross Station. They quickly ran through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and got a compartment in the middle of the train. The compartment slowly filled with more and more Slytherins.

For the next few hours all they talked about was curses they could put on the dorks from Hufflepuff. Then a cubby lady with a cart full of sweets came by, and offered them some. Malfoy quickly bought enough for the whole compartment, though he ate it all by himself. When they were done with the food they talked about pure-bloods and Mud Bloods.

All of a sudden Draco stood up, and called for his bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle. They left and walked down the hall looking into each compartment. Then he saw her. The girl he loved at first site. He walked into the compartment, and told Crabbe and Goyle to wait outside.

“Hi, I’m Draco Malfoy. What’s your name?” Draco said sitting down across from her.

“Hi. I’m Hermione Granger.”

“Granger. Isn’t that a Muggle surname?”


“You’re a Mud Blood!”

Hermione stared at Draco appalled. Draco had not meant it like that. Now, she’d never like him. Well, it wouldn’t have worked, he was a pure-blood, and she was a Muggle born. He would be forbidden, and hated by all the other Slytherins. She ran out of the room, on the verge of tears. He hated her now, because she wouldn’t even give him a chance. How could she? He ran back out side and kept walking along the compartments. Then he saw the boy he was looking for, Harry Potter. But he was with another boy, a Weasley by the looks of it. His father had told him about that family. Total disgraces.

Draco walked in with Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.

(A/N: I have quoted some of these next few lines from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K.Rowling on pages 108 and 109 of the American paper back edition, and I do not claim them to be my own. The words in bold are JKR’s, and those not bolded are my own.)

“Is it true?” Draco said. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?” Though Draco knew the answer. He only asked so he didn’t look obsessed.

“Yes,” said Harry.

Draco noticed Harry was staring at Crabbe and Goyle’s oversized muscles. “Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said Draco. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

The boy next to Harry sniggered, and tried to hide his laugh, but Malfoy saw right through it, and stared at him. Anger was seething through Draco’s veins like water in a water slide. No one laughed at the name Malfoy. “Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children then they can afford.”

He turned back to Harry. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
Draco politely stuck out his hand to shake with Harry, but Harry just stared at him. “What is he thinking? Why wouldn’t he want to be my friend? Why would he hang out with a Weasley? I’ve failed twice already, and I’m not even at Hogwarts yet.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself are, thanks,” he said coolly.

Draco wasn’t used to people refusing him. He was angry with Harry. If he didn’t want to be friends with Draco, Draco would make his life miserable. “I’d be careful if I were you, Potter,” Draco said slowly. “Unless you’re a bit politer you’ll go the same as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you.”

Draco watched as the two boys got on their feet.

“Say that again,” said the Weasley.

Draco thought about repeating it, but instead said, “Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?”

“Unless you get out now,” said Harry.
He sounded brave, but that didn’t move Malfoy in the least.

“But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys? We’ve eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.” Draco sneered. He heard a yelp to the left. Goyle had a rat on his finger! “Maybe they cursed the food so only they could take it without it changing into something,” Draco thought. Then, he, Crabbe, and Goyle left.

(A/N: This is mine)

In the hall they saw Hermione heading to the compartment they had just left.

“What were you doing?” she asked with a strict tone.

“Nothing you need to know about, Miss Perfect,” retorted Draco, and walked off leaving Hermione to stare at him in rage.

“Where’d you go?” asked Nott curiously as Draco came into the compartment, his robes billowing angrily.

“Why do you want to know?” asked Draco.

“I jus-,” Nott started, but stopped in mid-sentence, because of Draco’s one word:


Nott could no longer talk. Draco didn’t talk or lift the curse till it was time to get off the train.

Draco was so filled with rage he didn’t notice what he was doing until he saw the school. It was so magnificent it took the anger right out of him, and it stayed out. After gliding along the lake for awhile they walked into the school’s Entrance Hall and waited.

Draco totally ignored Professor McGonagall’s speech. When she left some ghosts came flying through, and some people screamed, Draco laughed.

When the Professor came back she led them into a large hall. The ceiling reflected the sky outside. There were four house tables and a staff table at the front. They formed a line near the front where a hat, and stool was. The hat sang a long song, and Professor McGonagall started calling names. All of Draco’s friends that had already been called were in Slytherin. Hermione had, unfortunately been put in Gryffindor though.

Then Draco was called. He walked up, and as soon as the hat touched his head it said, “SLYTHERIN!” “Good, I get to stay here,” thought Draco.

After the feast Dumbledore gave a small speech that none of the Slytherins even listened to. When he was done, they got up, and followed the prefects out of the Hall. Then they went towards the Entrance, but turned right into a doorway, and down some stairs. As soon as they were down the stairs the prefect turned around.

“Now, watch and listen carefully, or you’ll get lost. The Slytherin common room is the most guarded of all,” the prefect said as he turned to the wall and tapped it with his wand. It opened to reveal a doorway. They all walked through to a passage with portraits of an ascendant of every pure-blood family, but there was no door. A couple portraits pointed to their descendants. “Every pure-blood family has an ascendant pictured here. If the portraits can’t find your ascendant, you can’t get in.

Draco looked around for someone with the name Malfoy under the portrait. There! The one that looked almost exactly like his father. All of sudden he appeared in a room where people kept popping up every once in awhile. Then he walked over to the door and pulled. He immediately let go. He had received a burn. The prefect walked over and yelled, “The password is Pure-blood!” He then opened the door and everyone walked in.

Draco walked into a very large room with no windows. The only light came from the candle and torches on the walls. There was a Dueling Room off to the right, and the bedrooms were down a corridor.

“The boys can only go into the girls bedrooms between eleven and six, and only when the girls allow it. If a girl wishes you to leave you will find yourself in the boys bedrooms. Same with the girls,” said the prefect.

Draco walked down the boys’ corridor until he found the first years’ dorm. He walked in. It wasn’t a dorm; it was more like an apartment. They each had their own room connecting in the middle. There were four other boys, Goyle, Crabbe, Blaise, and Theodore.

In the middle of the room there was a metal post with a snake wrapped around it otherwise it was empty. Draco ran into each room in turn, unfortunately they were all the same, so he just picked one. As he picked his room, the door decorated itself however Draco willed it to with a large M in the middle. He walked in. He had a four-poster bed, chest of drawers, a nightstand, and his trunk. He took off his robes and shirt, and put on a pair of shorts. Then he jumped into bed, and put his wand in the holster on the nightstand.

The next morning he awoke to a loud hissing. He opened his eyes to see the metal snake that was in the other room, but it was alive now and it had red eyes. As soon as it saw he was awake it left.

“Cool,” thought Draco.

As soon as he went into the other room he found it full of furniture.

“Did the snake wake you as well then?” Draco asked Blaise and Goyle. They nodded. “How did this furniture get here?

“I asked the snake for furniture,” said Blaise. “Well, actually I said this room could use some furniture. Then the snake’s eyes glowed red and the furniture appeared.”

“What time is it?” Draco asked the snake. “Its eyes glowed and the mouth opened, causing Draco to jump, but the mouth had the numbers 7:15 in it. “Well, let’s go eat then.”

Their first class was Charms, so when they were done eating they were off to the fifth floor.

Draco could already do the levitation charm, so he just messed around the whole class.

Draco got through most of the classes easily, because he already did them at home. Then on Friday, he had the class he had been waiting for, Potions. He had heard the Potions Master, Professor Snape, favored Slytherin, then there was the fact that he knew Draco’s father. There was only one problem. It was with the Gryffindors.

(A/N: I have quoted these next few lines from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K.Rowling on pages 137-139 of the American paper back edition, and I do not claim them to be my own. The words in bold are JKR’s, and those not bolded are my own.)

Draco was listening intently to Snape as he talked.

“…there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic.”

Then Draco caught sight of Potter, he was taking notes. “Well that’s stupid,” thought Draco. “We’re not even learning anything yet.”

“…if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach.”

Then Draco saw Hermione she was listening intently with her hands folded on her desk, though he could tell they were ready to shoot up into the air if a question was asked. Then he turned his head back to Snape who was asking Harry the simplest of questions. “How could you not know that?” thought Draco. If you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of worm wood you would get a sleeping potion. You could find bezoars inside a goat. Monkshood and wolfsbane are the exact same thing. DUH! HA! There’s a point from Gryffindor.”

Then he paired up with Blaise, and they quickly made the assigned potion that was to cure boils. They also made it correctly. Snape walked over to them.

“How am I doing Draco, Blaise?” asked Snape.

They both answered that he was doing well as a teacher.

Draco was glad he went to Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang, because he would be learning different things, like Charms, and Flying, even though he already could fly he liked to show off. When he looked at his schedule, and saw he had Flying with the Gryffindors he was in very high spirits. This was his chance to show Harry what he was made of.

(A/N: I have quoted some of these next few lines from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K.Rowling on pages 147-149 of the American paper back edition, and I do not claim them to be my own. The words in bold are JKR’s, and those not bolded are my own.)

At three thirty Malfoy was out on the grounds ready to fly. Then he saw the brooms they would be using. They were hopeless, but they would have to do. He didn’t even bother listening to Madame Hooch, he just did what everyone else did, except he did it much faster. “This is the easiest class in the whole world,” thought Draco.

Then all of a sudden there was a yelp, and Draco looked to find a kid named Longbottom flying around out of control. Draco laughed. Then something made him laugh even harder, Longbottom fell flat on his face. Then he saw something, it was Longbottom’s Remembrall.

“Did you see his face, the great lump?”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” snapped a girl with brown hair.

“Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?” said Pansy Parkinson. “Never thought you’d like fat little crying babies, Parvati.”

“Look!” said Draco
picking up the Remembrall he had seen earlier.

“Give that here, Malfoy,” said Harry quietly.

Malfoy smiled nastily.

“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find—how about—up a tree?”

“Give it here!” Harry yelled.

Draco, seeing his chance to show off to Harry flew up to the top of the trees and called, “Come and get it, Potter!”

Harry seemed to think he was going to come up. Hermione was saying something to him, but he ignored her and flew up to him. Draco was amazed.

“Give it here,” Harry called, “or I’ll knock you off that broom!”

Draco highly doubted that Harry could knock him off his broom. “Oh, yeah?”

“No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy,” Harry called.

Draco had to admit he had a point, but instead of saying this he said, “Catch it if you can, then!” And he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back towards the ground.

Harry then went after it like a speeding bullet.

“Holy cow!” thought Draco. He’s better than me, and that’s saying something.”

When Draco touched back down Harry had the Remembrall, and was receiving congratulations from everyone. Then Draco saw something that made him smirk, Professor McGonagall was coming down. Unfortunately Draco was laughing too hard to hear McGonagall lecture Harry. He wouldn’t have to worry about Harry anymore, he’d be packing his bags.

Back in the common room Blaise ran into the Dueling Room where Draco was Dueling a fifth year.

Lumos Maximus!” yelled Draco. The fifth year yelled in pain. The light was too much and he was momentarily blind. “Stupefy!”

Then the fifth year yelled, “Protego Superio!” a blue dome shot out of his wand and grabbed the red light. The red light became bigger, and the dome shot towards Draco.

Draco yelled, “Protectus!” but the dome broke the shield, and the red light hit Draco in the chest. He fell over stunned.

Blaise ran over woke him up, and said even though he was breathless, “Harry…became Gryffindor …Seeker.”

Draco couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t fair. He ran to his room.

“Draco,” Blaise yelled. “It’s OK. It’s just me. You’ve been in there for three hours. You need to come down for dinner.”

BOOM! The door blew up, and Draco flew out, ran out to the grounds, and unknowingly into the Forbidden Forest.

He sat down on a rock and cried. He didn’t know long he was there, then he heard the leaves rus-tle. He turned there was a person. It wasn’t a normal person. She was dressed in black, and even had black lips. She smiled. Then he saw them. The teeth. She was a vampire. He yelled, and she pounced pinning him to the ground, and bit him. He felt the pain of his teeth growing, but felt no pain on the bite area.

Then she spoke. “I have a choice for you. I can kill you, or you can live as a vampire.”


“Then you need to know some things. Every day when you wake up you will need to say two spells, Vampiro Moloro to shrink your teeth. They will grow back every night, unless you will them to grow back earlier. The other is Epidermis Reflectus so you can go out in the light. You shall call me mother when we see each other, which will be every month on the full moon right here. If you need my just come to the forest just think about wanting me, and I will come.

“Can I only drink blood from humans.”

“No. You can eat normal except once a month on the full moon. Then you need human blood. Just one drop is enough for the month. Oh, and you must NOT tell anyone. I will take you on your first kill. Let us go.”

“Yes, Mother.”

It didn’t take long to learn to fly, so they flew to Hogsmeade. They quickly found a young man. Draco flew down and pounced. He drank the warm blood from his neck then gave him “the choice” and he chose death. Draco quickly snapped his neck. When he went back to his “Mother” she said, “Good, good, my son. There is one more thing. You will stop aging at the age of twenty, and then you will be able to transform into certain animals such as bats, dogs, snakes, beetles, and cats. “Good-bye my son.” She flew off, and left him to get back to Hogwarts.

He flew into his room through the window, grabbed his wand, shrunk his teeth, and made himself a note, so he would remember to shrink his teeth, and make himself safe from the sun. He then put back the door, and locked it.

“I’m going to have some fun with this,” thought Draco before he drifted off into a deep sleep.

The End…or is it??

(A/N this was my first fanfic so pleeeeease review, no one has reviewed yet. I need feed back. Please reivew)

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