Alright people! So I am also Dracosgal769, but this story had so much wrong with it, that I took it off that penname and am now redoing it completely so that it is most definitely the most spiffy-tastic thing you have ever read! Hope you like, and remember to please, REVIEW! Kisses
BTW, I also changed the title, tell me if it sucks, and if you have any suggestions.
A Trip Down Memory Lane
Chapter One: Tell Me a Story
"Granddad? Can you tell us the story of the muddlebud and the snake man?" asked a rather small (for his age) little blond headed boy. He was scrawny in ways like his Grandfather, yet he struck a resemblance to the woman sitting in the armchair across the living room as well... he had her eyes and... smile.
The Grandfather looked up at his wife sitting in the armchair. She was knitting, however when she heard her grandson attempt to say the word mudblood, she flicked her wand and let the needles work for themselves. "Uh..." The white-haired elderly man was looking nervous, careful not to say the wrong thing, however when he peeked through the corner of his eyes at her she was smirking, as though giving him permission to tell the story. "Well, first of all the word isn't muddlebud, it's-" His bushy haired wife cleared her throat, and aiming a grimacing look towards her husband, "never mind, it's not the nicest of words, you shouldn't be using it anyway." He heaved the scrawny little tike onto his lap and began, with the cliché saying of, "Once upon a time."
The grandmother swished her wand once more and resumed the knitting herself. Hats, she was making hats, rather strangely shaped ones at that. People had begun to wonder what a witch like her was doing knitting. Knitting... a muggle term for knotting up a load of yarn or wool. She was known to be great in her day, and now she sat around using muggle objects. People would say how, they guessed it was expected from her, what with her origins and all.
"And the Serpent absolutely hated the bloody-"
She yelled, "Why Malfoy, I am appalled, you using that language in front of your grandson, its bad enough he knows about," she hesitated and then whispered, "muddlebuds."
The man known to be Draco Malfoy, or Malfoy to his close friends, and his wife when she meant business, put his hand in front of his mouth, attempting to prevent the small chuckle that he couldn't help let out, "Sorry love, won't happen again... promise."
"Too right it won't. What would your son say if he found out you are the one teaching him those types of things?" her tone was getting softer, Malfoy could see her trying to resist smiling.
"Umm... I'm at a loss for words." He smirked, he actually had a great comeback to what his wife had just yelled containing the words perfect, skilled, and loving, but knew it was best (for him... and his grandson too he guessed) if he just kept his mouth shut.
Malfoy or Draco, knew the whole story by heart, and little Tommy, his grandson loved the way he told it with such confidence. He thought his Granddad was so talented to have thought up such a great story, yet what he didn't know was that it wasn't just a story, it was a true story.
Please R&R tell me how I did! Hugs Dominique p.s. I will update soon!