"Are you sure?" He asked, lips brushing hers.
"Yes" she gasped, feeling breathless.
And that was the word that changed both of their lives.
Chapter 1
"Aah, Mr Draco Malfoy. Please come in." Draco passed the greying man, and entered the office. He looked up at the man as he said, "Take a seat Mr Malfoy." He did just that and delicately sat down, careful not to ruin or wrinkle his suit.
"Don't you look dapper." The scrawny man commented.
"Am I here to receive compliments or listen to my father's dying wishes?" He snapped, sneering at the word father. The man was anything but. But the question had it's desired effect. The man, he still didn't know his name, was noticeably fidgeting in his seat. Draco smirked. But it died the second he remembered why he was here.
The man cleared his throat, "of course, you're here to listen to Lucius Malfoy's will." Draco just nodded in a sign for him to continue. His eyes moved and saw the name plaque resting on the desk, Mr Fisher.
"He left a letter for you to be read before hand." Draco was genuinely intrigued and as he lent forward, he took hold of the piece of parchment. He scanned the script and confirmed it was in fact his handwriting. He hesitantly began to read the letter.
Draco,
I imagine you are the one listening to my will and therefore I address this letter to you. I have kept a horrible secret from you. If I was not already, I'm sure you'd send me to my grave. My passing has occurred sooner than I had intended, as I wished to see the boy introduced to you. She's done well for a Muggleborn, please credit her that. Approach this issue with caution, my son for on paper he is nothing to you and I hope with all my heart you love him in ways I never did you. We had, let's say, unfortunate timing. Don't take it out on either him or her. I've looked over them, I worry you not, I helped her relocate, helped them financially and most importantly I convinced her not to confront you with him as you were not ready, though neither was she. She was brave and courageous to do what she did, definitely not dishonouring her Hogwarts house. I admit there was a time I didn't want her to keep the bastard but she is definitely stubborn. She even gave up magic for him. I promise you he's worth it.
I have left several letters for you Draco and on the correct and appropriate occasions my friend, Mr Fisher, will give them to you.
You have your work cut out for you my son. Please love again.
Your father, Lucius Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy was baffled to say the least. What was he trying to say? That Draco had a son? He then at this point looked up at Mr Fisher who was busy overlooking the sheets in front of him. Impossible. That's the word. Absolutely not. There's two words. Absolutely fucking not. There's three. Unexplainably, his chest began to pound and his palms were sweating. The letter billowed through the air and fell at his freshly polished shoes.
In a cold voice he said, "please continue." That one moment was a momentary weakness. Wouldn't happen again. He looked ahead, seeming untouched by the letter that still remained by his feet.
"Mr Malfoy. If you need a mi-" Draco cut him off.
"No I do not. Evidently I want this to end as soon as possible. So if you would be so kind as to continue." Mr Fisher nodded his head at the request.
"Mr Malfoy leaves all Malfoy property, excluding Malfoy Manor, to Narcissa Malfoy. As well as an eighth of the Malfoy assets and an eighth of income accumulated from Malfoy&Son Draco acknowledged the request with a curt nod.
"He leaves you, Draco Malfoy half of the remaining amount of money belonging to the Malfoy's, ¾ of income from Malfoy&Son, 100% ownership of all businesses and joint ownership of Malfoy Manor.
"I'm sorry to say I am unable to disclose any more information to you."
Draco's eyes were wide. "Who the fuck has joint ownership of Malfoy Manor with me?!" He didn't shout but the deathly tone had more effect than that anyway. "And what about the rest of our money? Where is that going?" Draco was answered with silence. Which just infuriated him more.
He took a calming breath. Him being pissed of wouldn't benefit anyone.
"If you'll excuse me," he said as he stood up, "I have a funeral to attend."
XxX
To be frank, I'm not sure I like this story. Nevertheless I'm going to continue it. If you have any suggestions, as for me to improve or any mistakes I've made please tell me. I'm a nice person. Hope you like it. It's short but the next, I promise, is longer.
Also I don't know about the story name. Any suggestions would be helpful and hugely appreciated.
