"You're a Veela, son" Lucius said to his one and only son.
"I'm a what?" Draco asked incredulously.
"A Veela, well, a eighth of a Veela, but a Veela nonetheless." He said rubbing his forehead between his thumb and forefinger and long finger.
"And you're telling me just now, why?"
"Well, we didn't knew that you were going to be one until you begun showing signs when you turned seventeen."
"That was nearly three months ago."
"Yes. And we're sorry, darling. But we wanted to make sure." Narcissa interrupted the on-going feud between the two Malfoy men.
"This is..this is..." Draco begun but was so lost at his speech that he couldn't find the right words to say.
"Absurd?" His father offered with a slight smirk.
Draco growled at his father which only made his smirk wider. "Do you find this amusing, father?"
"Quite a bit."
"This is not a laughing matter, Lucius." His wife reprimanded him.
"Yes, well."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"We wasn't quite sure how to put it."
"And now you expect me to find my mate in less than a year or I'll die? And even if I found her she'll have to accept me or, again, I'll die?" Draco scoffed.
"That's the gist of it." His father answered with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Meaning?"
"You'll feel like someone is crushing your heart and you just want it to stop. But no. Oh no, no. It won't end there. You'll find yourself in agonizing pain and it'll drive you crazy. It'll make you want to kill yourself, but you won't..."
"LUCIUS!" Narcissa shouted.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry that I find this so amusing son. But yes and yes."
"Ugh! Why can't I have normal parents!" He said shouting and raising both of his hand in the air. "First, the death-eater deal." He started as he paced across the room. Muttering about how is parent's has been working as a spy for the Order and was keeping him out of the dark for all of those years, raising him to be the arrogant and spoiled boy he was. "And now this? This is why I have trust issues! And if they ask, I'm going to say I have parental issues as well. And oh, if I went nuts, because believe you me, I will go mad sooner or later, I'm going to blame both of you." He ended seriously.
"Now come down, son." His father started.
"Come down? COME DOWN?! You want me to fucking COME DOWN?"
"DRACO!"
"No mum! In less than a year, I'll be dead. And it's because you two didn't know 'how to put it'." He said and walked away from his parents.
"What are we going to do, Lucius?" Narcissa asked her husband.
Draco slammed the door to his bedroom shut and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"AAAAGH!" He then flopped himself onto the bed.
*tok tok tok*
A sound from his window was heard. He looked up and saw an owl with a letter on attached to its beak. He stood up and walked to his window to let the owl in. He got the letter and gave the owl a treat and it hooted its thanks and then flew away.
Draco looked at the letter and immediately recognized the Hogwarts seal so he opened it up.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Malfoy,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to retake your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
It is also our honour to present to you the title of Head Boy. Should you accept, you are to be given the responsibility, along with the Head Girl, to ensure discipline of students in coordination of school prefects and such. We would also like to inform you that should you be caught in any severe rule braking, you will be stripped of the title.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Great." he muttered sarcastically. Sure he was excited about going back to Hogwarts and being Head Boy, no less. But that just means he had another added responsibility.
This is going to be one hell of a year. He thought.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to retake your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
It is also our honour to present to you the title of Head Girl. Should you accept, you are to be given the responsibility, along with the Head Boy, to ensure discipline of students in coordination of school prefects and such. We would also like to inform you that should you be caught in any severe rule braking, you will be stripped of the title.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"I've got it!" Hermione shouted with glee. "I've got Head Girl." She said as she jumped up and down. This has been her dream ever since she step foot on Hogwarts and now it's here and it's real.
"Congratulations 'Mione." Her two boys said as they hugged her.
"Any of you two got Head Boy?" She asked and they both shook their heads.
"No. Sorry. I've been made Quidditch Captain though." Harry answered.
"Not the Head Boy, but a perfect." Ron said with wonky smile and a shrug.
"Oh, well." Hermione said as her shoulders drooped.
"Oh come on, Hermione. Don't be like that. At least you got Head Girl, right?" Harry said as he patted his best friend by the shoulder.
"But what if he's someone I don't like. Or someone who I can't get along with."
"Someone like Malfoy, you mean." Ron teased.
"He's not that bad, Ron. And 'Mione, you were there. Both of you two were. You've seen he's changed. He's not as bad as when we first met him."
"Yeah, but still. You know I can't stand him."
"Yeah well, lest just pray that Dumbledore isn't that mad." Harry said and his two best friends looked at him as if to say 'yeah right?'. "Yeah, okay fine. But what's the worst that could happen?" He said with a big grin.
