Hi. This is my version of a Drarry fanfic. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One

The war had ended and Draco was finding life tough. His father had been imprisoned with a life sentence and his mother would be imprisoned for six years, both for their involvement on the Dark Lord's side during the war. Still, thinking about the Dark Lord made him shiver inside and he couldn't bare to look at or even touch the Dark Mark that had been painfully emblazoned onto his left arm before the start of Sixth Year. No one had stood up for Draco or his family after the war and it was now impossible for Draco to go anywhere without receiving aggressive looks or to be constantly swore at. Most shopkeepers wouldn't even let him into their shops as they were afraid that he would cause trouble or reduce business by putting off other customers. Draco just about understood this, but it saddened him that no one saw his side of the story.

His story being, that he was brought up into a pure-blood family, with his only male role model his domineering, aggressive father. Forced upon him, was the task of smuggling a troop of hostile death eaters into Hogwarts and even more impossible, the task of killing Albus Dumbledore, a man that even the Dark Lord was scared to duel, himself. It would be unfair to say that Draco never wanted any of this as he had always wanted to be like his father. He had always wanted to become the leader of a powerful pure-blood family. And at the start, he had wanted to serve Voldemort and help him conquer the Wizarding World.

And now, Draco was walking down Diagon Alley, escorted by two armed aurors, none of which Draco recognised, staring at the pavement trying to ignore the relentless vicious glances or cruel remarks. The court had ruled that Draco had to retake Seventh Year and complete his NEWTs. Throughout this year he would reside in Hogwarts to be protected from the outside world and seemingly to protect the outside world from him. Providing that his behaviour was seen to be good enough, he would then be free of all charges and could continue to live his normal life. Not that his life was anywhere near normal. Draco thought that this was harsh seen as he didn't actually kill anyone, but he understood the charges and could see that they were in place for the benefit of the public and possibly even for the safety of himself.

So, he had just finished buying his school supplies for his next year of school and continued to walk down the pavement to the continued jeers of, "Death Eater", "You deserve to be in Azkaban", or worse, on occasion, "You deserve to be dead." It was that one that hit him the hardest. It was that one that hurt his heart. It was that one that made him want to go from his calm, depressed self, to being welled up with confused thoughts of anger and violence but still, even amongst this oppression and hatred, his main emotions were of sadness and guilt.

Weeks of summer passed and Draco was ridden with boredom. He had just skimmed through "Advanced Potion Making, Book Two" for the millionth time and was sat, hunched up in bed. All of the returning Eighth Year students were to be given a common room to share. Draco had sat there many a time and it was just like his old Slytherin common room with a fireplace, several sofas, coffee tables and armchairs for students to sit on, relax and enjoy each other's company. The only difference was the colour scheme, with white walls with grey trims, and completely grey furniture, which gave the room a studious look.

There were sixteen bedrooms also allocated, two per room, as there were to be exactly thirty-two students returning next year. The two students staying in each room were to be chosen by Headmistress McGonagall and Draco continuously tried to guess who would share a room with him. This was especially hard as he didn't know who would be returning next year. He knew Blaise was, so he hoped to share a room with Blaise but with the way things were going for him, he half knew that that wouldn't happen.

That night, Draco lay down on his bed. He'd been told that he'd have Room One, so he set out his things in the wardrobe and one of the beds and he'd slept there since the start of the summer. And like every other night, he would lie there and think of Potter. Potter. Potter had, the strongest, deepest most permanent place in his heart. He wondered whether Potter would come back for this year. In his head he couldn't bare to see him, but in his heart, he needed to see Potter again. His heart fluttered whenever he saw Potter and he wanted it to flutter one more time, even though he knew that they could never be together. He was the boy who he had loved and hated for years now. How he loved the crumpled expression on his face whenever Draco annoyed him. How he loved those emerald orbs when they twinkled with several emotions.

Draco stroked his length up and down fantasising about Potter, already leaking with precum. He imagined potter naked, with a strong figure and ever growing muscles. He wanted that tanned skin, which was so unlike his own pale, pastelly skin. He imagined Potter kissing and cuddling with him naked. Teasing his nipples and stroking his member. Then Draco spreading Potter's cheeks, gawking at the sexy glint in his emerald eyes and seductive smile. He then inserted his lubricated cock between Potter's hot, fleshy cheeks and continued to pump in and out of Potter's tight entrance, whilst constantly moaning his name. Though this quick fantasy came to an abrupt end, when he felt pure bliss as his semen spread all over the bedsheets.

After showering, Draco lay in bed again. His wet hair dampening the pillow. In the same way as every other night, he opened the crumpled letter on his bedside table and read it through. It was the most recent letter from his father.

Dragon,

Everything is as expected in Azkaban though I am more interested in knowing how you are coping without me or your mother. I hope that all is well at Hogwarts even, for the first time, without your godfather. I hope that you have already read your textbooks for the upcoming year as I am expecting O's in all of your examinations.

Also, I have been looking at potential wives for you and I am open to recommendations as long as they are from a noble, pure-blooded family.

Though most of all, I want you to know that I will always love you and everything that I do for you is in your best interests and our proud family's best interests.

From your Father,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco didn't know what to think anymore. He had read that letter several times over the past week and still hadn't bothered replying. He hated that his father was so domineering about his studies though realised that it was for the best if he was ever to become a potion master especially considering the prejudice he was receiving since the war. He dreaded his father finding out that he was gay and really wasn't looking forward to having to be married after this last year of school. And although his father was harsh, proud and overbearing, Draco admired him and could never hate him.