The Stifling Smell Of Purity
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The hall was decorated lasciviously, beautiful colours draping every surface. It screamed of nobility and the rich. Every occupant was dressed in finery, the women in long gowns and the men in perfectly crafted robes. The room was rank with perfumes and colognes, stifling the air as they mixed.
Lucius Malfoy scowled and pouted slightly, utterly bored. He looked up at his mother and tugged lightly on her beautiful silk gown. Amadeline paused halfway through her sentence and glanced down at her son. "Don't do that, Lucius!" she snapped. "What is it?"
"I'm bored," he told her, whining.
She scowled, her friends tittering nearby at how 'unruly' her son was. "Go find your father then!"
Lucius frowned but obediently left her side, searching the crowded hall for the pure white head of his father. Abraxas was surrounded by people, men and women alike, the centre of attention.
"Ah! M'boy!" the man boomed, spotting the fair head of his child. "Come here!" Lucius crept closer. Even metres away, he could smell the alcohol on the man's breath.
As soon as he was within arms reach, the man's arm shot out and locked around him, tugging him close to his side. The watching guests laughed lightly and began to fuss over the 'cute little angel'.
Lucius let them fuss, all the while slowly choking on their pretentious words and the stifling smell of purity.
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"Will you miss it?"
Lucius snapped out of his thoughts and glanced to his side. His son, pale and shaken, stood beside him wearing robes that even the Weasley's wouldn't buy. His beautiful silver hair laid limp on his skill and his eyes were sunken in grief.
"Miss what?" Lucius asked, even though he already knew.
The Aurors bustled around them, picking things apart and destroying others. In return for his freedom, Lucius Malfoy given up his home and everything inside.
"This was your home, Father. You grew up here," Draco said quietly and Lucius gave a bitter laugh.
Lucius scanned the once beautiful hall which was now falling down around them. The tiles were cracked, the walls slowly crumbling and the once stunning mosaic roof was missing tiles and discoloured almost unrecognisably. The memories of gaiety and laughter echoed in the hall, the smell of purity long gone.
"No, Draco. I won't," Lucius said with quiet finality. "I won't miss a thing." They stood in silence for several minutes, simply watching the many auror's bustle around them, desecrating their home. Lucius cleared his throat lightly and straightened his posture, gripping his cane a little tighter. "Come, Draco. Let's find your mother."
Lucius turned his back on his childhood and went to find his future.
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Author's note:
-blinks- Well...er...this turned out sappier then I expected...Hm.Damn.
I'm not quite sure if I'm pleased with this or not...hmmm.
Written for the HPFC forum "Growing Up" Challenge issued by Elledreamer.
Oh, this could have so easily become a Luc/Sev but I resisted! XD Aren'tcha proud?
Review M'dears,
-Liaa