Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, it's all J.K. Rowling's work. Except this story, plot is mine.

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Summer Days

"Draco!" screamed Narcissa Malfoy from the downstairs landing. Draco Malfoy groaned and turned over in his bed, staring at the silver ceiling. He uncovered himself from the blankets of his king-size bed, revealing a bare chest and silver boxers.

He walked over to his walk-in closet, selected a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and walked into his large bathroom. The walls were tiled in a delicate fashion; the floor smooth and spotless. He stripped off his boxers and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water fall onto his body. He washed his hair and body and stepped out. He used a drying spell on his hair and himself and stepped back to admire himself in the mirror.

"I love being of age," he said to himself, smiling. Or rather smirking, as that was the fashion of all of the Malfoy family. He apparated to his kitchen and sat down in one of the chairs.

A house elf came scurrying over to him and squeaked, "What came I get you, young master Malfoy?"

"Surprise me," he muttered, picking up the Daily Prophet off the table and settled himself by reading the headlines, which mainly consisted of various attacks on mudbloods and muggles, some of which his father had taken part of. Nothing Draco was proud of.

He, as being the only Malfoy son, was to "continue" the pureblood line. His future was planned out for him: get goody-goody with the Ministry of Magic, become a death eater, marry Pansy Parkinson, and continue the Malfoy line. Doing Voldemort's slave work was basically it.

"Here you are sir." The elf had returned with his food: scrambled eggs, biscuits and a goblet of pumpkin juice. The elf bowed a very deep bow and walked into the sitting room, where Draco presumed his parents were talking. He began eating, thinking more about what the next year was sure to bring.

His father had already told him about the welcome ceremony that was to take place during the Christmas holidays. He was to come home from Hogwarts, be presented to the Dark Lord, take his oath and receive the Mark, and return as a Death Eater to Hogwarts. His father also mentioned something about plans the Dark Lord had for him right after he took his oath, but he wouldn't say anything.

But the thing that bothered Draco the most was the fact that he had no say in the matter. Did it matter to Lucius that Draco had no wish to be a death eater? Perhaps did Lucius think for a second that Draco did not wish to marry Pansy? Did he think that maybe Draco would refuse to take his oath? Of course not. Lucius did not know what went on his mind; he only heard what Draco said aloud, which was agreement to his plans.

But Draco only pretended to agree. He had made a stronger pact with Dumbledore last year, one saying that he would not take oath. Dumbledore had even asked him to stay at Hogwarts for the summer, but Draco thought better. His father would suspect something and demand his return to the Manor. No, he was safer here; for now.

Draco finished his breakfast and removed himself from the kitchen. He walked into the foyer, grabbed his cloak, and stepped out onto the Manor's lawn. He strode across the sloping lawns to a small wooden hut near a small stream. He unlocked the door with a series of taps from his wand, and opened the door.

The sight was amazing. There were rows upon rows of broomsticks, some old, some new. In the middle of them all was his brand new Firebolt, a gift from his father. Next to it stood his old Nimbus two thousand and one, which until this summer, was the broom he rode. He picked up the Firebolt and shouldered it. He walked over to a large crate, and unlocked it. Inside lay two bludgers, a red quaffle, and one golden snitch. There were a few similar crates around this one, in case he lost some of the balls while he played.

Draco took out the snitch, its wings unfolding in his hand. He stepped out of the hut and locked it once again. He began walking over to a cleared field which served as his quidditch pitch. Three towering hoops were placed on both sides of the pitch, 50 feet in the air. He let the snitch go, counted to 100, and mounted his broom.

Draco had not yet rode his new Firebolt, but was not surprised by its speed and ability to turn. He had, of course, seen Potter ride it, and move about with it with ease. For a few minutes he simply flew around, admiring the qualities of the broom. Pinpoint turning, fast acceleration; this broom had it all!

After a few minutes of delight and amazement, he began searching for the snitch. It had begun to rain, making it harder to see. Better for practicing though, Draco thought. He flew around, squinting his eyes to see better. He shot between a hoop and looped around another. Then he saw a quick flash of gold and was off. He was across the pitch in 5 seconds time.

He flew around following the course of the winged ball, his arm outstretched as far as it could go. As he got closer, a figure joined him in the air. He didn't know who it was, but he was after the snitch too. Draco urged his brook faster, now holding on with just his legs. He dived off his broom, caught the snitch in his right hand, and grabbed his broom with his left. He landed onto his broom and raised the snitch above his head triumphantly.

The figure lowered his hood to reveal similar platinum blonde hair to his. "Good catch there Draco. If you were half as good in your studies as you were in quidditch, you'd be smarter than the mudblood," Lucius sneered. Draco had thought for a fleeting moment his father had complimented him. He tried yet again, to explain to his father.

"She tries harder than me Lucius. If I was to work the same amount of time as her I'd have double her grades."

"No excuses," Lucius said as he began to descend to the ground, "I expect the best from you and that's it. And your letter from school arrived today; it's on the sitting room table."

"Yes Father," he spat. He landed on the ground and dismounted. His handed the broom and snitch to his father and walked back across the lawns to the front doors. He opened them and marched inside, throwing his cloak onto the ground and tracking mud across the carefully polished foyer floor.

At the sitting room door, he finally kicked off his shoes. He marched angrily into the sitting room, which played host to various coffee tables and armchairs. In the center was a large table for meetings, and on it lay a large envelope. Draco picked it up, and noticed how heavy it was this year. He unstuck the seal and opened. Four pieces of parchment fell out.

The first and second were the usual, telling him to catch the train on September 1st at King's Cross Station, Platform 9 3/4 by 11 o' clock. The second simply gave him a list of the needed books and materials for his seventh year at Hogwarts. The third one seemed highly official and Draco smiled as he read through it. The letter stated:

We are pleased to inform you, Mr. Draco Malfoy, that the pleasure of being this year's Head Boy has fallen upon your shoulders. We must impress the strictness and greatness of this position, and simply feel you are the best for the job. You will know all your tasks and duties perfectly as there will be a meeting at the front of the train. You will also meet this year's Head Girl and the prefects. Mr. Blaise Zabini will take your place as Slytherin prefect.

Hope your summer is well,

Professor M. McGonagall

Draco couldn't help but smile with pure glee as he looked at the letter. Head Boy, what he always wanted. But he was more concerned as to what the fourth piece of parchment was. Was it perhaps a letter personally from Dumbledore regarding last year's discussion? No, it could not be. Dumbledore was too smart to send a letter to the Manor, Lucius could read it. Interested, Draco read the following letter:

Draco-

This year you will present yourself as the Slytherin quidditch captain as well as the Slytherin seeker. Best of luck-

Professor S. Snape

Draco stared at the parchment and read it twice more before the message had sunk in. Head Boy and quidditch captain? This would be something to celebrate had he been any other child. But in the Malfoy household, this was expected of him, nothing more than what he should have. There's only one think he really wanted more than this, but he couldn't have it. He pushed the thought from his mind, and went to tell Lucius the good news.

A/n-First chapter is up! Please review!

Krista