These will be short stories about Draco, from childhood to parenthood. Hope you'll like them and won't find them too OOC.
ElieNP
Her Broom
Narcissa Malfoy was standing in the middle of the room, hands firmly set on her waist, head high, a frown crossing her forehead. At that moment Draco thought his mother was the most impressive woman he'd ever seen.
"How did you dare!" she roared, pointing a finger at her husband. "How did you dare give it to him!"
"Well-"
"Hush!"
Lucius looked about to retort but the glare of his wife told him better than to follow his pride.
Narcissa would never hesitate to face him when she thought he'd done something wrong, or when she was too mad to think - the latter being the case presently.
"He is only five Lucius! Five! You shouldn't have given it to him!"
"Well as you-"
"You knew how much this broom means to me!" Narcissa continued, not in the mood to listen to any far-fetched explanations. "It was the broom I rode during the last Quidditch match I ever played with my sisters! The last time we'd been the three of us together! The last time Lucius!"
Draco was hidden behind the couch, slightly trembling because of his mother's obvious wrath. He didn't know this broom was so important to his mother!
"I thought-"
"You thought it'd be all right for a kid of five to play Quidditch with an adult broom? By the way don't you think he is a little young to train in such conditions? Don't you think it's not normal for a kid to be attacked by clubs while flying?"
"The clubs weren't hitting hard," Lucius pitifully replied.
Another roar came out from Narcissa's throat. Draco instantaneously fled the room. He'd rather be called a coward than take the risk to attract his mother's attention right now. His father was a big man – and responsible of this mess - he'd make it through the storm alone!
"Your clubs broke my broom!"