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Draco stood by the fireplace in his manor, his eyes shifted nervously as he waited for his father and mother to enter to take him to platform 9 ¾. This summer has been quite a lot for Draco, his Home, Malfoy Manor, Had been overrun with death eaters and unlike what the daily prophet is trying to say, Potter was right, The dark lord Voldemort did return that night in the graveyard.
Once Draco returned home for summer break, he almost Pissed himself in shock upon seeing the snake faced monster sitting at the head of his fathers dining table. He had tried avoiding him for the most part, but his father demanded Draco sit in for some of the dinners, with all the recent death eaters, saying “ It was training for next year” when Draco would be taking the Death Eater mark that sits on all of his followers' arms.
“stand up straight” Narcissa Scolded as she entered the room, bringing Draco out of his thoughts. He looked over to his mother as she reprimanded him, “Honestly, With the way you dress and act, some might say you were a boy” She wrapped herself in a dark green shawl, coming to stand next to him. He bowed his head as she approached, not answering her reprimand.
He raised his head as Lucius entered. “Really Lyra, Would it hurt to dress a bit more feminine, Your Mother Bought you all those nice Gowns just for you not to wear them.” Draco managed to hide his cringe with his ‘pureblood mask’ only staring at his father as he was again scolded.
Draco had started transitioning in his 3rd year, at Hogwarts he was free to be Draco Malfoy, however anywhere else he was caged to remain as Lyra Malfoy out of fear of being disowned but his parents, Luckily after explaining to dumbledore his circumstance dumbledore agreed to use his deadname in meetings with his parents and in letters going to them, ‘the only good thing he's ever done’ Draco thought. He toned out his fathers comments about his hair and face as well as many other things he chose to ignore.
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After an hour of reprimands, they finally arrived at the Hogwarts express, His parents quickly changed their tone to a perfect pureblood family as they waved Draco off from the station. He slumped against the seating at the train pulled off from the station. “Damn, long summer?" Zabini asked as he casually entered the cabin, sitting opposite Draco, “like you wouldn’t believe” He responded, rolling his eyes.
Draco had to go off for his Prefect duties on the train, but once he finished he went back to the cabin now being filled with Other classmates, he waded through them and sat back in his original seat. “How were prefect duties?” Parkinson asked as she turned to smile at him, he gave a smirk in response “nothing I couldn’t handle”.
His Classmates took his transition quite well, and Draco being at the top of the hierarchy also helped benefit that, and also threats about his father hearing about their blasphemy, (even though he would agree with them).
They spent the trip talking about the daily prophet and how it was ruining potters reputation, Draco fake laughed in response to their jokes and how he was going insane and was trying to scrape back his fame. Of course Draco knew that most of the classmates also knew he was telling the truth, he remembered seeing Crabbe and Goyal's fathers at the meetings.
“Did you hear he almost got expelled”, that caught is attention,
“Who? Potter?” Draco asked turning to Nott,
“Yeah, Apparently he did magic in front of muggles, and tried to blame it on dementors. If it wasn't for him sucking up to Dumbledore constantly, he would’ve been a goner" Nott cackled.
“With how much you all talk about him, it's like you want to marry him” Zabini commented, looking away from his game of exploding snap.
“Whose side are you on?” Knott barked back.
“None if you must know” as he turned back, it was well known that the Zabini family was Morally Grey. Of course comments on politics or a man's sexuality will bring out some arguments on light or dark power. Draco rolled his eyes as the comments started to go on and on and on.
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Arriving at Hogwarts couldn’t have come sooner. The group of Slytherins bundled into the carriage on the way to the castle, newer conversations started about classes and their now upcoming O.W.L’s, Draco did try to join in on them but his mind drifted somewhere between the different discussions. He came out of his daydreams when the carriage came to a stop, the Slytherin's all clambered off the carriage and bundled through the front doors.
The sorting ceremony was as boring as ever. ‘Too many new Gryffindor's and not enough Slytherin's Draco thought, glancing around as Dumbledore's speech droned on, until he heard a high nasally pitched “Ahem”, They all turned to see a toad faced woman in all pink who if Draco could recall, Dumbledore just said was the new defence teacher Professor Umbridge, smiling at Dumbledore as she rose to stand in front of the student body and give her own speech.
The Slytherin's stared with indifference at the frog as she blabbed about the ministry. “Sounds like she's obsessed with the minister,” Knott snickered,
“She works for him, dim wit," Draco commented back.
“Really?” Knott turned to him a genuine look of shock on his face as Draco nodded.
“She's Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, how did you not know that” Parkinson commented from next to him,” the conversation stopping to give a reluctant applause to the woman before starting up again, “I don't do politics” he replied smirking. “Another pointer towards you fancying Potter then” Zabini mumbled as the food appeared, him starting to fill his plate, “What?!” Knott Yelled.
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The feast had ended and the Slytherin's all went back to their dorm, they were all full and tired from today's antics, and considering classes started the next day they needed to be up early, so they all separated, heading for their bedrooms. Due to there being a lack of Slytherin's compared to the other years, the dorms consisted of 2 per room, however after his transition in his third year, Draco shared his room with Knott and Zabini. “ Theo set an alarm. I'm not waking you up again this year and being late to classes” he reprimanded the boy who was already face down in his bed, mumbling as he grabbed his wand and cast a quick alarm charm for the morning.
Zabini had closed 2 of his curtains as Draco was coming out of the bathroom, flicking his wand towards Knott's bed, making the curtains on his fall in place before tucking his wand safely under his pillow “night Draco” he mumbled as he closed his last curtain.
“Night Blaise” he returned as he clambered into his own bed, closing his curtains. As Draco tried to get comfortable that night his mind wondered. ‘I doubt this year will be as exciting or interesting as last year’ he thought as he closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Oh how wrong he was going to be.
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