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"Shut up, Mother!" he snapped, as she was reading his O.W.L. reports aloud, "I know what I got, please don't rub it in!"

"Well, Draco, I know you're more capable than this! 'Outstanding' in Potions, of course you always do well in Snape's classes. 'Exceeds Expectations' in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you will have to do better than that. Especially with what we have planned for you."

"I know, Mum, I know," Draco rolled his eyes, but turned away from her when his expression threatened to fail him, and reveal his tiny bit of fear and doubt about what the future held for him.

His mother kept reading off his subjects, and got to the worst that he did, "Charms, 'Dreadful'! Draco Lucius Malfoy, that is unacceptable! When your father returns, he will not be pleased at all."

"Mother! I was the one who took the bloody exams, I know how well or terribly I did. Leave me alone!" He stood up and stormed out. He couldn't wait for the Summer Holiday to be over, he wanted to enact the "plan" he played a big part in. He wanted desperately to avenge his father's wrongful imprisoning, more than that. He hated Harry Potter so much, it was all his fault! Draco went over and over what he had to do, and knew he could do it. The doorbell rang, followed by the growing sound of a near-crazed, high-pitched voice rising up from the front hall of the manor. His mother called to him, and Draco reluctantly went to the top of the banister.

"Draco, dearie! Come say hello to your favorite aunt," the near crazed voice said with a creepy laugh and a smile.

"Good morning, Aunt Bella," he said coldly, nodding to her.

"Cissy, your son's being rude to me, make him stop," Bellatrix whined.

Narcissa Malfoy was in a hurry, and grabbed her sister's hand, "Draco, we're off to do something very important-" Here Bellatrix cut in, "Yeah, so we'll be set if you can't make the cut!"

"Hush, Bella!" Narcissa nearly barked, "Now, Draco, if you're the good son I know you are, you won't have disappeared to drabble with those horrid cronies of yours. Be here when I get back. Clean your room, something!"

"But, Mum! We have servants for that!" Draco complained.

"His O.W.L.'s must have been horrendous for that kind of punishment, eh, Cissy? Now are we off to see Severus?" Bellatrix cackled loud enough for the whole city to hear, Draco thought as he blushed with shame. His scores weren't that bad, he hated how his mother could be so cruel, demanding more of himself than he thought he could give.

They slammed the big front door behind them, and Draco groaned loudly, storming to his room, to brood and conspire about his task for the year. He had all year to do it, and he knew he could pull it off, easily. If only Summer would end, and his sixth year at Hogwarts could begin.