I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were sitting beside me
Your were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

Draco Malfoy sat in his fathers study, rolling brandy in the snifter his father had handed him minutes ago.

"Why am I here?" he asked, bored with looking at his father.

"The Dark Lord wishes you to meet him next week, Draco." Lucius said from across the desk that separated father from son. "I have told him you would be honored to meet him." he followed up, when his word's bounced off of his son.

"I have plan's next week." Draco answered, sighing, before bringing the glass up to his lips to take a sip. He winced at the taste, he'd never get used to it.

"Excuse me?" his father said softly, one well groomed eyebrow arching.

"I'm busy. Maybe next month." the younger Malfoy answered, almost rolling his eyes but thinking better of it.

"I don't think you heard me, SON." Lucius said, standing up and rounding the desk to stand next to the well worn leather chair his offspring occupied. "I've been waiting for your eighteenth birthday for next week. You will be there, if I have to put the Imperius on you."

"I said I'm busy, FATHER." The young wizard was far past the point of boredom and made to get up.

"You will stay seated until I dismiss you." His father, no sperm donor was the best fitting term for him, snarled at him, pushing the head of his cane painfully into his shoulder.

"Sorry." he mumbled, rubbing the sore spot his fathers cane had created.

"What did you say?" His father asked, the hate not leaving his voice.

"Nothing." Draco answered, looking up at his father.

Malfoy's never apologized, never.

"Leave." He heard his father say with disgust in his voice.

Draco stood up and left, not bothering to leave the glass on the table. He walked out of the study and up the two flight's of stair's necessary to reach his room. He sighed before opening the door, knowing what he'd find within the doors.

"Leaving must young master be." the squeaky voice of Daster, his house-elf, said from the foot of the bed.

"Daster, are my things packed?" Draco asked as he looked around the room. It was almost bare, a welcome site to him. The less he'd have to come back for at the end of the year.

"Yes, young master." Daster said, bowing away and cowering to the corner of the room.

"Has mail come?" he asked, knowing it had but wanting something to talk to.

"Yes, young master." was the reply.

"Where is it?" he asked, his eye's resting on the stack of mail that was making it's home on his desk.

"On the desk of young master, it be."

Draco glanced over to the corner then made his way to the desk. He picked up the fist letter and rolled his eyes at the seal it bore on its back. Parkison. He threw the letter onto the desk and went to the next one. Hogwarts. He knew what it said already but his still pulled his chair out and sat. Opening the letter he was greeted with Dumbledore's hand writing.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

It is my great honor to inform you that you have been awarded the position of Head Boy. You are required to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry one week prior to the rest of the school's return. During this week you will be meeting with myself and the other professors and Head Girl to plan this years agenda. If you have any questions please contact me by owl or wait until you've returned to the school. You will be taking the Hogwart's Express, please be on time, 11:00 a.m. I look forward to seeing you, Mr. Malfoy.


Albus Dumbledore.

Draco smiled as a ticket fell out along with a badge. He folded up the letter and placed it aside. He only had two day's to be there. He picked up the next one, Parkinson again. He went threw it next to the other letter and went through the rest of the letters.

"Get my things ready to go Daster. I'm leaving tonight." he said, standing up and pocketing several letters and destroying the rest with a simple spell.

"Yes young master. Going where are you to?"

"Hogwarts." he answered, picking the badge up from the table along with his ticket and shoving them into his pocket along with the letters.

He walked to the door and picked up his wand from the table beside it. He stopped and turned as he opened the door and stepped out. It was the last time he was planning on ever seeing this place again. He thought about his father's face when he would finally realized what Draco's plans were. He smiled and closed the door, knowing this year was going to be interesting.

You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

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