draco's pov.
I'm a normal guy, well i think i can say that. I was dropped at the orphanage house at 6 months old. Since then i've never knew my parents.
It's not like i want to though.
I'm 18 now, i left the house a year ago, i couldn't stand eating fried rice anymore (among other things).
Trust me, after 17 years of that you manage to hate it.
I don't have friends. I don't trust people.
Am i a wizard? Yes.
Have i gone to school? No.
I learnt how to read, write and cast a spell all by myself ( it's surprisingly easy when that's all you do in a house of 50 children). Many people have said to me that i should go to a school, even if it's a muggle one. I say that one day i'm going to be the best writer in all the wizarding world and didn't even went to school.
I work at the three broomsticks for almost a year now. Madam Rosemerta was so kind to lend me a tiny cabin not so far from where i work. It's small, but it works for an 18 year old who's rutine is
Wake up.
Shower.
Go to work.
Turn back home after twelve hours of cleaning tables and dishes.
Read, or what i like to call "study".
Sleep.
And then all over again.
Surely the payment that madam rosemerta gives me is enough to survive. But i can't even buy a book with out having to starve me for a week.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Escape from this. -d.m [ON HOLD]
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