An Angel For The Malfoys
AN: Okies, I admit, the Malfoys would never sink so low as to ask for 'love', but I thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if one of them decided they did want it. For now, this story is rated PG-13, for some mild stuff, but there's nothing bad yet, sorry to disappoint you. I assume later on, however, I'll be moving it up to R.
Please, review, and just to remind you, any flames will be used to cook my meals.
~¤Sheetula¤~
Chapter 1 What's It Like?
Lucius tipped his glass slightly, swishing the drink around. Sighing, his cold grey eyes swept across the room, not looking for anything in particular. A noise sounded at the door to his room, he heard it creak open, and Draco walked dignantly in.
"Father?" He called, walking up beside his father's armchair. Lucius acknowledged the intrusion with a nod of his head.
Draco realized he was nervous before his own father and recomposed himself quickly. "I am ready to leave." Lucius said nothing as he stood up, setting his class softly on the endtable beside the armchair he had been waiting in.
A house-elf came bounding in clumsily at Lucius' call, holding Lucius' black cloak, gloves, and snake-headed Staff. Draco stood in silence behind his father, waiting for him to ready himself. Soon, Lucius was dressed in complete black and he strode from the room, Draco following silently.
The ride to the station was a silent one, Draco was silent in his father's presence, although he did not know why. There was no verbal conversation between them, and when they reached the station, Draco was afraid that his father was just going to leave him there. Lucius glanced down at his son as they got out of the car, and walked with him to Platform 9 3/4.
Draco looked up at his father.
"I will see you at Christmas," Lucius said, leaning forward so that his feathery silver-blonde hair fell over his shoulder. Draco gazed up at his father admirably, a smile curving at his lips as he secretly admired his father's appearance, (although he did get his looks from him). Lucius kissed his son's forehead and Draco savored the brief contact between them.
"Father, please come with me to Hogwarts, it's only for a short while," he pleaded in a whisper. Lucius' face turned hard as he whipped his head away from his son, straightening his posture. "We've been over this, Draco, I cannot and will not go!" He hissed in reply, his cold grey eyes flaring.
Draco lowered his head, his white-blonde hair glistening in the midday sun. Lucius then whirled around, his black cloak flying wildy behind him. Draco glumly accepted the cart that was rolled over to him, and, with a heavy heart, he ran through the wall, appearing in Hogwarts station. He glared at the wall he had just come through as he boarded the train, then went inside.
Behind him, Lucius came through the wall in a rush of black.
~*~*~*~
The ride to Hogwarts was rather dull as Draco mulled the thoughts of his father in his head. His father was not a compassionate man, and that was one thing Draco wanted a taste of: compassion. Draco knew that Harry didn't get much compassion either, other than from his friends (he never knew about Sirius). The door to his compartment opened, and Harry poked his head in.
Their eyes met, and Harry withdrew his head immediately. Just before he slammed the door shut, Draco called out, "Potter!" Harry slowly entered the compartment again, his eyes narrowing. "What?" He asked rather coldly.
"Stay," Draco offered, "I don't mind this time."
Harry shut the door and sat down cautiously, as if Draco might attack him at any moment. There was an awkward silent as Draco turned his attention back to the window, watching the passing scenery.
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"What's it like?" Draco finally asked. Harry blinked in confusion. "What's what like?" He replied.
"Compassion! Being loved!" Draco cried, throwing his arms out in exasperation, and making Harry jump in surprise. Harry thought about the question for a moment.
Draco? Asking about...compassion? Something was NOT right here.
He shrugged, however. "I don't know," he said softly, "how am I supposed to explain it?"
Draco hung his head. "I just want to know what it feels like," he whispered. Harry shook his head. "Why?"
Draco did not reply, only turned back to the window. Harry sat there a moment longer, then left. Draco, however, only continued to stare out the window as Hogwarts came into view.
~*~*~*~
Lucius grimaced when he saw Snape as he hurried off the train. He wasn't surprised, however, to see him. There were no formalities or greetings when the two reached each other, they only rushed off side by side into Hogwarts. Once inside, however, conversation began to commerse.
"Why are you here, Lucius?" Snape asked in his soft, thick voice, looking at Lucius out of the corner of his dark eyes.
"Why are you the one to greet me, Severus?" Lucius replied haughtily. Snape did not reply. "That's what I thought."
"It's not what you think, Lucius!" Snape cried, protesting against Lucius' unspoken accusation.
"It's not?" Lucius asked calmly. "I always figured you still loved me." Snape seemed to be hurt by these words as both of them became silent. "I always wondered why you kept visiting us at the house."
Snape sighed, almost like he was ashamed of Lucius' accusations. "Yet," he said, "why are you here? I'm assuming Dumbledore doesn't know about this."
Lucius scoffed. "You think I'd let him know?" He said. Snape shook his head, his raven-black hair swishing around his neck. "Are you coming to the Sorting?" He asked.
Lucius looked at Snape like he was crazy. "Of course not, Severus! I cannot allow Draco to see me!" He snapped.
Snape grinned wickedly at Lucius. "So, that's why you're here..." he whispered. Lucius raised a silvery eyebrow.
Suddenly, Snape's hand shot out and reached for something on Lucius' back. Seconds later, a hood was flung onto Lucius' head. "There. Now he won't see you!" Snape said harshly, grabbing Lucius' hand and yanking him down the hall.
~*~*~*~
Harry spoke softly as he explained the situation on the train to Ron and Hermione. Ron shrugged at Harry's explanation. "What are you saying, Harry?" He asked.
Harry growled in frustration. "Something's up with Draco!" He cried, but very softly as to not grab anyone else's attention. "He let me sit in the same compartment as him, that's not right!"
They quieted, however, as they entered the Great Hall and took their seats. Harry glanced over at Draco, who was sitting deep in thought at the Slytherin table. He was surprised that Crabbe and Goyle weren't at his side. Shaking his head, Harry turned his attention to the first years entering with Professor McGonagall to the front of the Hall where the Sorting Hat awaited.
Harry's eyes swept over the table of teachers seeing Hagrid wave at him, Dumbledore smile at him, and Snape, as usual, glare at him. But it wasn't Snape that caught his eyes, it was the figure in black sitting next to him. Harry was completely oblivious to the Sorting Hat's song, and he was shaken out of his thoughts by Professor McGonagall's shout of, "Lilly Bonsturm!"
Soon, the first years were all sorted through, but as Professor McGonagall began to carry the Hat away, Dumbledore called her back. "I have an interesting announcement," he said standing, and for the first time, Harry noticed the silver cloaked figure sitting next to Dumbledore's chair. "We have a student being transferred here from out of country," Dumbledore was saying, "and she needs to be sorted."
He turned and nodded to the figure, who stood up, her hood slipping off her head, a gasp rippling through the Hall.
~~So, what'd you think?! Please, read and review, I'd love to see what you think. And remember, your flames will be used to heat my food!!!!! It'll save me money!
~¤Tula
AN: Okies, I admit, the Malfoys would never sink so low as to ask for 'love', but I thought it would be interesting to see what would happen if one of them decided they did want it. For now, this story is rated PG-13, for some mild stuff, but there's nothing bad yet, sorry to disappoint you. I assume later on, however, I'll be moving it up to R.
Please, review, and just to remind you, any flames will be used to cook my meals.
~¤Sheetula¤~
Chapter 1 What's It Like?
Lucius tipped his glass slightly, swishing the drink around. Sighing, his cold grey eyes swept across the room, not looking for anything in particular. A noise sounded at the door to his room, he heard it creak open, and Draco walked dignantly in.
"Father?" He called, walking up beside his father's armchair. Lucius acknowledged the intrusion with a nod of his head.
Draco realized he was nervous before his own father and recomposed himself quickly. "I am ready to leave." Lucius said nothing as he stood up, setting his class softly on the endtable beside the armchair he had been waiting in.
A house-elf came bounding in clumsily at Lucius' call, holding Lucius' black cloak, gloves, and snake-headed Staff. Draco stood in silence behind his father, waiting for him to ready himself. Soon, Lucius was dressed in complete black and he strode from the room, Draco following silently.
The ride to the station was a silent one, Draco was silent in his father's presence, although he did not know why. There was no verbal conversation between them, and when they reached the station, Draco was afraid that his father was just going to leave him there. Lucius glanced down at his son as they got out of the car, and walked with him to Platform 9 3/4.
Draco looked up at his father.
"I will see you at Christmas," Lucius said, leaning forward so that his feathery silver-blonde hair fell over his shoulder. Draco gazed up at his father admirably, a smile curving at his lips as he secretly admired his father's appearance, (although he did get his looks from him). Lucius kissed his son's forehead and Draco savored the brief contact between them.
"Father, please come with me to Hogwarts, it's only for a short while," he pleaded in a whisper. Lucius' face turned hard as he whipped his head away from his son, straightening his posture. "We've been over this, Draco, I cannot and will not go!" He hissed in reply, his cold grey eyes flaring.
Draco lowered his head, his white-blonde hair glistening in the midday sun. Lucius then whirled around, his black cloak flying wildy behind him. Draco glumly accepted the cart that was rolled over to him, and, with a heavy heart, he ran through the wall, appearing in Hogwarts station. He glared at the wall he had just come through as he boarded the train, then went inside.
Behind him, Lucius came through the wall in a rush of black.
~*~*~*~
The ride to Hogwarts was rather dull as Draco mulled the thoughts of his father in his head. His father was not a compassionate man, and that was one thing Draco wanted a taste of: compassion. Draco knew that Harry didn't get much compassion either, other than from his friends (he never knew about Sirius). The door to his compartment opened, and Harry poked his head in.
Their eyes met, and Harry withdrew his head immediately. Just before he slammed the door shut, Draco called out, "Potter!" Harry slowly entered the compartment again, his eyes narrowing. "What?" He asked rather coldly.
"Stay," Draco offered, "I don't mind this time."
Harry shut the door and sat down cautiously, as if Draco might attack him at any moment. There was an awkward silent as Draco turned his attention back to the window, watching the passing scenery.
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
"What's it like?" Draco finally asked. Harry blinked in confusion. "What's what like?" He replied.
"Compassion! Being loved!" Draco cried, throwing his arms out in exasperation, and making Harry jump in surprise. Harry thought about the question for a moment.
Draco? Asking about...compassion? Something was NOT right here.
He shrugged, however. "I don't know," he said softly, "how am I supposed to explain it?"
Draco hung his head. "I just want to know what it feels like," he whispered. Harry shook his head. "Why?"
Draco did not reply, only turned back to the window. Harry sat there a moment longer, then left. Draco, however, only continued to stare out the window as Hogwarts came into view.
~*~*~*~
Lucius grimaced when he saw Snape as he hurried off the train. He wasn't surprised, however, to see him. There were no formalities or greetings when the two reached each other, they only rushed off side by side into Hogwarts. Once inside, however, conversation began to commerse.
"Why are you here, Lucius?" Snape asked in his soft, thick voice, looking at Lucius out of the corner of his dark eyes.
"Why are you the one to greet me, Severus?" Lucius replied haughtily. Snape did not reply. "That's what I thought."
"It's not what you think, Lucius!" Snape cried, protesting against Lucius' unspoken accusation.
"It's not?" Lucius asked calmly. "I always figured you still loved me." Snape seemed to be hurt by these words as both of them became silent. "I always wondered why you kept visiting us at the house."
Snape sighed, almost like he was ashamed of Lucius' accusations. "Yet," he said, "why are you here? I'm assuming Dumbledore doesn't know about this."
Lucius scoffed. "You think I'd let him know?" He said. Snape shook his head, his raven-black hair swishing around his neck. "Are you coming to the Sorting?" He asked.
Lucius looked at Snape like he was crazy. "Of course not, Severus! I cannot allow Draco to see me!" He snapped.
Snape grinned wickedly at Lucius. "So, that's why you're here..." he whispered. Lucius raised a silvery eyebrow.
Suddenly, Snape's hand shot out and reached for something on Lucius' back. Seconds later, a hood was flung onto Lucius' head. "There. Now he won't see you!" Snape said harshly, grabbing Lucius' hand and yanking him down the hall.
~*~*~*~
Harry spoke softly as he explained the situation on the train to Ron and Hermione. Ron shrugged at Harry's explanation. "What are you saying, Harry?" He asked.
Harry growled in frustration. "Something's up with Draco!" He cried, but very softly as to not grab anyone else's attention. "He let me sit in the same compartment as him, that's not right!"
They quieted, however, as they entered the Great Hall and took their seats. Harry glanced over at Draco, who was sitting deep in thought at the Slytherin table. He was surprised that Crabbe and Goyle weren't at his side. Shaking his head, Harry turned his attention to the first years entering with Professor McGonagall to the front of the Hall where the Sorting Hat awaited.
Harry's eyes swept over the table of teachers seeing Hagrid wave at him, Dumbledore smile at him, and Snape, as usual, glare at him. But it wasn't Snape that caught his eyes, it was the figure in black sitting next to him. Harry was completely oblivious to the Sorting Hat's song, and he was shaken out of his thoughts by Professor McGonagall's shout of, "Lilly Bonsturm!"
Soon, the first years were all sorted through, but as Professor McGonagall began to carry the Hat away, Dumbledore called her back. "I have an interesting announcement," he said standing, and for the first time, Harry noticed the silver cloaked figure sitting next to Dumbledore's chair. "We have a student being transferred here from out of country," Dumbledore was saying, "and she needs to be sorted."
He turned and nodded to the figure, who stood up, her hood slipping off her head, a gasp rippling through the Hall.
~~So, what'd you think?! Please, read and review, I'd love to see what you think. And remember, your flames will be used to heat my food!!!!! It'll save me money!
~¤Tula
