Unexpected Series of Events
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THEM(DRACO, HERMIONE, HER PARENTS,ETC). IF I DID I WOULD BE FILTHY STINKING RICH. BUT UNFORTUNATELY J.K. ROWLING DOES, SO DON'T SUE ME CUZ I AM TOO BROKE TO PAY FOR A DECENT LAWYER, LET ALONE A NICE PAIR OF SNEAKERS. -- END OF RANT--
Draco Malfoy woke with a start, findind his mother shaking him rudely awake. He had a strong urge to tell to his mother to leave him in peace, but his upbringing got the best of him.
"What mum," he said.
"Get dressed," she said annoyed at his sleepiness, "we're going to visit an old friend of mine in London." At those words she left the room.
He turned over in his bed, and thought to himself, 'mum has friends, this can't be good'. He rose from the bed and a house elf came bounding up to do his bidding. He simply looked at the elf in disgust, and barked orders at it.
Narscissa waited in the parlor for her son to finish getting ready. She longed to hurry off to London to find her long lost friend. She looked up and saw her son watching her mumble to herself. She had been waiting for the time to reunite with her muggle friend ever since Lucius had been arrested and sent off to Azkaban. That was his mistake, and she would never wait around for him to come back and hurt her with his words of malice and hate. Her son had long been corrupted by his evil, and longed to have Draco be a normal sixteen year old wizard. Instead she had this spiteful boy who resembled his father a little too much.
She rose and he followed her out of the manor to the muggle car waiting outside. They rode in silence, until he finally decided to open his mouth to ask about this adventure she was set on finishing.
"Where are we going" he asked.
"To London, I have an old friend to visit," she simply stated, and that was the end of the conversation between the mother and son.
They arrived in front of a very simple house and Draco looked on in shock. He turned to his mother and felt the question come to his lips.
"Your old friend is a muggle," he asked in utter horror. "That's positively disgusting mother. Are you really my mother, or just a pretender?" Draco looked ready to start off into a diatribe when Narcissa cut him off.
"You will behave yourself Draco," Narcissa said, "I'll tolerate all the nasty thing's that Lucius has made you, but I will not have a son that is impolite in the presence of company."
"If father knew . . . " her son began.
"If your father knew, I'd be dead," she said simply. "That is no great mystery to me Draco."
Draco looked as if he was having trouble swallowing a rock. The boy was misguideded. After having his father sent off to Azkaban, Draco had become a recluse. There's no mistake that the boy idolized his father, Narcissa didn't want to take any of the good things that Lucius had done for Draco. There was just too much bad that outweighed the good to let her stand around and allow for her son's complete transformation into his father.
She fixed his collar, and took a step towards the house and motioned for her son to come. Draco could do nothing else but follow since the car they had come in had drove off during his question. They came to the door, and he felt his mother shake in anticipation. She rang the doorbell and simply waited to see if her old friend would come to the door.
A/N: HATE TO STOP THERE BUT I GOTS TA. I WAS FEELING INSPIRED ABOUT HALF A SECOND AGO BUT NOW I REALIZE THAT THAT FEELING IS HUNGER. SO I AM GOING TO TAKE A BREAK FOR SOME MUNCHIES.