To my friendo Catalina for loveing Draco with me!
To my friend Camila for just being the perfect friend!
And to my friend Maru for trying to underustan Draco
I have to clear that I hate Lucius and he is a bastard in my other stories, I just needed a good memory for him.
Enjoy!
He was sitting in his room, on his bed. He had stayed there to read that same book in that same position for the last week.
He hadn't said a word in that whole week. Meals were silent, the house was silent. He wanted someone to say something, someone to tell him he'll come back. But althoguh he told this to himself every five minutes... He didn't know.
He knew his mother was takeing it very hard, he had heard her cry. Uncountable times, he had heard her sob and everytime it appeared on the Prophet she looked down. Almost every morning she woke up with red, puffy eyes.
And there he was in his bedroom, that place was so full of memories...
It was a stormy night. He layed shivering in bed, he was deadly scared. There was a lightning followed by a thunder and with that sound he couldn't help yelling.
He heard hard footsteps, it was the monster he was sure.. The door creeked open, his father came in.
"Draco? Is everything alright? "He remembered looking at his father with his eyes filled with tears.
"Yes.
"Do you want to come and sleep with me and your mother? We wouldn't mind.
"I'm a big boy, I has to sleep in his bed "He whispered.
"I see... Do you want me to leave?" Another thunder was heard and Draco bit his lip hard "Or, If you prefered I could stay here until you fall asleep.
Draco seemed to meditate it.
"What is it Dragon?
"Papa, can you promise not to tell Blaise? "Lucius chuckled.
"Of course Dragon.
Lucius layed in bed letting him put his tiny blond head on his chest.
"I love you Papa.
"I love you Draco.
Draco threw his book to the floor feeling his eyes burning with hot tears. He wasn't going to cry, he was fifteen now, he was the man of the house.
He was supposed to be strong dammit! He was strong, but was he strong in uf?
Suddenley he heard his father's voice in his head Is your time to be the man Draco. It's time for you to take my place.
Take his place? His father's shoes were not easy to fill. And he was not dead! He'd come back! He had to come back...
Draco felt the weight of the world on his young shoulders and, unwillingly, hot tears fell from his stormy grey eyes. He let out a mufflled cry and now that it had started he couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Suddeley someone opened the door of his room. He could feel his mother's light steps. He was shivering, trying to keep composure, trying to keep his mother from watching him that way... And failing.
He felt his mother's soft hand on his trembling shoulder. She sat next to him and looked straight at him, but he kept his head down; he was ashamed.
"Draco... "He faced her, silent tears rolling down his pale cheeks. And suddenley he knew he needed to let go, and burried his face in his mother's neck.
She wrapped her arms around him and he threw his arms around her. He let out a wrenching sob. He was crying openley now holding his mother like he never had. She patted his back and rocked him back and forth.
"It's okay Dray, we'll get past though this. He'll be back soon, you'll see.
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