Warnings – Child Abuse.

Disclaimer – Don't Own Harry Potter – Unfortunaly Don't own Draco

Tried to keep as close to the books/Films as possible. this is mostly the book. With my own scene in also.

Ever wondered why Draco Malfoy acted the way he did?

"Hullo," Draco said, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes" said the raven-haired boy

"My father's next door buying my books and mothers up the street looking at wands" said Draco feeling as if the boy was truly interested, "Then im going to drag them off to look at racing brooms i don't see why first years can't have their own. I think ill bully father into getting me one and ill smuggle it in somehow" The raven-haired boy looked at Draco with a strange look on his face, but Draco ignored it and continued "Have you got your own broom?"

"No," said the boy

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No" the boy said again, looking at Draco with a look of wonderment on his face "I do, father says it'd be a crime if im not picked to play for my house, and i must say i agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"No" said the boy looking down slightly

"Well, no one really knows until they get there do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Mmm." The boy replied, Draco smiled then looked towards the front windows where a large man was standing, grinning at the boy and pointing to two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in, "I say, look at that man!" Draco said suddenly, nodding towards the front window.

"That's Hagrid" said the boy, looking pleased "He works at Hogwarts" Draco mused for a second then nodded

"Oh I've heard of him, he's a sort of servant isn't he?"

"He's the game keeper" said the boy, looking at Draco with a tint of dislike.

"Now remember Draco, Harry Potter, become friends with Harry Potter" His father hissed in Draco's ear as he waited to board the train. "Do whatever is in your power to befriend the boy, then when the Dark Lord rises we can hand him over, we'll be God's" the eleven year old blonde boy looked at his father mildly confused. "You know what to do Draco" The blonde boy nodded and looked towards the train, then the other families, giving their parents hugs then getting onto the train, Draco looked at his father with his grey eyes longing just for a hug.

His father pattered his back then sent him onto the train, Draco sighed and climbed on keeping his owl close and tugging his trunk into a carriage, he pushed his trunk into the overhead compartment having to stand on the seat because of his size.

He jumped off the seat and sat down looking at his father out the window, he slumped onto his arm and sighed, all he had to do was befriend Harry Potter, he'd already offended him, it couldn't be as easy as his dad had thought.

"Is it true? They're saying all down the train that Harry Potters in this compartment. So its you is it?"

"Yes" said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing either side of Draco as if they where body guards

"Oh. This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle", carelessly noticing were harry was looking "and my names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" the ginger boy gave a slight cough, which may have been hiding a snigger, Draco looked at him,

"Think my names funny do you? No need to ask who you are, my father told me all Weasley's have red hair freckles and more children than they can afford" he turned back to Harry

"You'll soon find that 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" he held out his hand to shake Harry's, but harry didn't take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself thanks" he said coolly Draco didn't go red but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks, he turned back and went to his own carriage, the one thing his father had told him to do and he'd failed. Oh he was going to pay for that.

"I gave you one thing to do Draco, one thing" Draco looked down as his father walked around him. "One thing, it wasn't a hard thing it was just one thing"

"I'm sorry father, I didn't mean to" his father stopped

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry, that Weasley boy get there first please father forgive me" Draco whined then cleared his throat, he needed to stay strong he could crack and began crying it'd just give him father more of a reason to beat him.

"What did I ask you to do Draco?" Draco gulped and took his mind back.

"Become friends with Harry Potter"

"And what didn't you do?"

"Become friends with Harry Potter"

"Correct" his father went into his robe and pulled his wand out.

"Please father don't"

"What was that Draco? Was that a request quite like the request I gave you which you failed" Draco gulped and shut his eyes. "Crucio" Draco felt the pain run through him, he fell to the floor squeezing his eyes shut as if it'd stop the pain. The blonde eleven year old thrashed and screamed as he father stood over him,

"DAD NO" he screamed out feeling his tears flooding down his cheeks "No Father no" his Father nearly laughed as Draco sobbed "Father no" his father pulled back hissing at him.

"So what will you do"

"Try and be friends with Harry Potter" Draco whined out through his tears; his father nodded and left him in the room. Draco lay sobbing as the room opened again, he wiped his nose quickly as his mother walked towards him, she soothed him softly hugging him into her, she lay her hand on his head and murmured a sleeping charm, he fell into a deep sleep forgetting his tears and pain, she stroked his blonde hair then kissed his forehead, she took him upstairs and tucked him in.

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