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Author's note: The first couple chapters are going to be flashbacks, and in italics, sorry if the italics bug anyone. My first fic, hope you like!

Flashback

"OWWW! Stop that!" cried a little boy with striking platinum-blond hair. An airborne eraser had just bounced off his shoulder. He turned to see that it had been chucked by one of his troublemaking classmates.

"Sorry… but would you chill, it's just an eraser…" replied the culprit.

Now, normally, Draco wouldn't give a hoot about an eraser, but he was in a particularly cranky mood this morning due to the fact that he was painfully sore just about everywhere imaginable. You see, his father, Lucius Malfoy, had subjected Draco to several bouts of the Cruciatus Curse on his seven-year-old self the previous evening and Draco had not yet recovered from the assault.

"Chill? Chill? You know-nothing twit, don't you dare attempt to give me a command of any sort unless you want to suffer the consequences." hissed the infuriated and tired boy. As you have probably already gathered, Draco has a wee bit of an attitude.

In the perspective of a random muggle passerby, one might think that Draco was merely a spoiled rich kid that gets chauffeured to and from school in a black stretch limo, and is catered gourmet food by his personal waiter during the school's lunch hour. What a random muggle passerby wouldn't know… is that this spoiled little rich kid has an abusive wizard as a father and that the reason he was sent to a muggle elementary school was because he hasn't shown any magical abilities yet. Lucius seems oblivious to the fact that cursing the dickens out of the poor boy won't do anything to speed up the magical process.

"All right… all right… I didn't mean nothin' by it…" responded Curtis-the-eraser-chucking-boy with his hands in the air, his stance giving away his fear of angering Draco despite his apparent devil-may-care attitude.

In the wizarding world, it is common knowledge that the majority of marriages between purebloods are arranged. This was the case between the marriage of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black. It was not common knowledge, however, that Narcissa Black was infertile, and thus, could never produce an heir for the Malfoy bloodline.

"Would the both of you please stop arguing so I can introduce a new student?" Sighed Mrs. Bradford exasperatedly after silently stalking up behind Curtis and Draco.

"Ok, now that we've got that settled, will everyone please go back to their seats? Yes yes, that includes you too Mr. Morris. No not that seat! Your assigned seat thank you very much." Mrs. Bradford went on as she looked endearingly at her annoying bunch of second graders.

"Shush you all and let me introduce our newest student… Miss Hermione Granger! She is a transfer student and just moved here from Switzerland. Now, I want all of you to treat her nicely and with respect. Also, it would do well to help make her feel welcome and at home. This means, not pestering or picking on her." Glaring pointedly at the handful of meddlesome boys in the class.

Of course, leaving no heir to the Malfoy name was simply not an option. Telling the other upper-class purebloods was not a possibility either. For it would bring shame upon their family, and kill off any chance of raising an heir while convincing all others it was the true child of both Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

This, of course, is what they did.

Lucius could not impregnate another pureblood without word getting round to them all. (You see, all women, even aristocratic-high-and-mighty pureblooded women, tend to gossip incessantly.) Due to this reason alone, he lived a double life for quite some time. He created an entirely new persona as he posed as a simple businessman living in muggle London. While keeping Narcissa to the confines of the mansion, Narcissa herself understanding the importance of this exploit, did not utter a word to anyone, not even her own parents. All in all, she wanted to keep her own dignity intact as well, though… whether or not she actually achieved it is debatable.

She was the perfect specimen: a muggle with beautiful strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face complete with big blue eyes, a delicate pert nose, and full pouting lips, Chelsea Bowman was her name. The poor girl fell madly in love with Lucius and, well, who could blame her? Lucius was a strapping young lad with beautiful white-blond hair in his prime. Add that on top of his advances (And fake personality.), what self-respecting girl could resist? Unfortunately for this Chelsea girl, after they "fell in love", got "married", and got pregnant, Lucius waited till the baby was finally born, made sure it was a healthy boy, then promptly killed his "wife" on the spot, taking the baby back to the Malfoy Manor with him. His two-year absence had been chalked up to him needing to be away on… business. What kind of business you ask? Well, no one really dared to ask.

And thus, baby Draco was born.