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"Mummy?" asks 6-year-old Draco Malfoy, his eyes searching for approval in his mother's icy blue eyes. Narcissa Malfoy rolls her eyes and stares down, sneering, at Draco. "Don't call me that, boy. What is it now?" she asks, impatience in her harsh voice.
"Oh..." says Draco, trying to remember what he was about to say. He mumbles something intelligible, before saying, "Do you love me?"
Narcissa laughs a cold, scary laugh. When she finishes, Draco is still staring up at her with his large imploring eyes that remind Narcissa of a terrified house-elf.
"What do you think?" asks Narcissa sarcastically.
"I think?" replies Draco innocently. "No, you don't love me." He concludes this with a frown.
"You're a clever boy," says Narcissa half-heartedly; she rarely compliments anyone. "Because it's true, you know I never wanted you anyway. I never even loved your father. I can never love you, because I don't." Narcissa smiles cruelly at the cowering boy in front of her. "Go on," she says, "Shoo."
Draco stares up into his mother's icy glare, then runs, tears brimming up in his eyes. He runs into his room and closes the door. Then he sits on his bed and starts crying. "Why doesn't she love me?" he wonders, before continuing to cry.
Suddenly a house-elf appears in front of him. "What?" he asks angrily, embarrased that a mere house-elf has seen him crying. "Master wants you, sir, to stop the crying now," mumbles the elf, terrified. "He says," it continues, "That he can see you crying, and that you must not cry, sir, it is a sign of weakness!" Draco sneers at the house-elf; crying is beyond him now, and says: "You have no right to boss me around! I do whatever I want!"
Releasing all the anger and frustration inside him, he kicks the house-elf. The elf quickly disappears, battered and bruised.
Draco does not cry anymore. He inspects his feet to make sure that they are not dirty from the elf, and walks out of his room, staring coldly at his surroundings. He walks towards the garden for a stroll and some fresh air, because his nose is all clogged up from the crying.
In his study, Lucius Malfoy sees Draco. He smiles, thinking: That's a true Malfoy. He sets out to join Draco, offer him some comfort-after all, he does love the boy, and cares for him, unlike his mother. Narcissa always wanted a daughter.
Narcissa continues reading her magazine, oblivious to what she's just done to her son. She isn't going to care-she didn't want him anyway.
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