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Summary: Draco spends his summer before school at Malfoy Manor and someone he never thought he'd see again reemerges. SPOILERS THROUGH GoF
"Wait!" he called as he chased the mysterious girl down the street. He couldn't seem to catch up to her, she was too fast. "Hang on, how did you know all that?" He turned the corner, but she was gone...
Draco Malfoy awoke with a start. Once again his usual peaceful slumber had been ruined by that weird dream. He was always chasing a girl, but he never caught up with her. He glanced at his calendar. He only had another month before he would be starting his fifth year at school. So much had happened this summer.
The Dark Lord had once again been defeated, his father had once again escaped questioning by the ministry and Harry sodding Potter was once again a hero. It made Draco want to scream. If he heard one more thing about how wonderful Harry Potter was, he would use the unforgivable curses on the first person he saw. It wasn't that he was a supporter of the dark ways, but it was all that he knew. When you're the son of Lucius Malfoy, some things just couldn't be helped.
It was pointless to try and get back to sleep; he would just have that dream again. He got out of bead and grabbed his robe. The morning was very cool and it felt like a storm was on the way. He figured that he would get something to eat and then go practice before everyone got up. The Malfoy Manor had extensive fields where he could practice on his Nimbus 2001. Maybe he would ask to go to Diagon Ally today.
Draco made his way down staircase after staircase to the kitchen. He heard a small "eep" when he entered and saw a very small house elf trying to leave through a small door. The mark of a good house elf was that it was never seen. It was very early though and it probably hadn't thought anyone would be up at this ungodly hour.
"Hey, wait!" Draco called. Oh god! This sound like that damn dream...but I wasn't chasing and elf.
The little elf quivered and turned towards his master's son. It looked like it was going to burst into tears any moment. It didn't exactly help that Draco was always grumpy when he woke up and always looked stern. The elf just stood there and shook.
"Pleases, son of kind master, don't be angry with me good sir. I was justs tryin' to finish the break fast for yous and the family." The little creature kept on rambling saying he would go punish himself.
"Alright, calm down will you?" This had absolutely no effect on the elf. Draco tried another approach. "SHUT UP!" The elf fell silent. "That's better. Don't worry about having to punish yourself; I'll let it slide on one condition."
"Wh-what son of my master?" The creature squeaked.
"Tell me where we keep the coffee and oatmeal."
The elf squealed with glee and started racing around the huge kitchen. Draco just watched. The elf talked to Draco as he scurried about. "Now yous just sit down Mr. Draco sir and let Kiki takes care of everything." Kiki hurried Draco into a chair and rushed around. "Heres is your cup sir and I'se will get you oatsmeal."
In a matter of moments Draco had his coffee and oatmeal on the table. As he ate the elf just watched him.
"If young sirs is not needing me, I'se will leave him alone."
"Alright, thanks for breakfast Kiki."
"Oh heavens, there is no needs for that young sirs." Before either of them said another word, the elf was gone through the small door.
This is just going to be a great day. Draco thought as he finished eating.
Draco soared above the fields and his broom. He did a beautiful dive and pulled up inches above the ground. He planned to use some new moves in matches this year. He couldn't stand to have Slytherin lose the quidditch cup again.
Draco flew above a pond and back to the fields and then over some trees and tried a sort of spiral dive downward. It happened so quickly, he didn't know what had happened.
There was a terrified shriek from the house. He glanced towards the manor and lost control. He heard someone bellow "Narcissa!" as he spun widely toward the ground. There was another shriek as he crashed into the bushes.
Draco landed with a loud, and painful, thud. He laid there for a minute before crawling out of the bushes. He kept getting pricked and prodded and emerged with half the bush in his hair and robes. As he began to stand he saw his mother running like a mad hippogriff across the yard.
"Oh Draco, oh my lord! Are you hurt?! Is anything broken?!" Within seconds she was at his side fussing over him. Brushing leaves out of his hair and checking his bones. Draco really hated this and shoved her away.
"Get off!!" he said in a voice that resembled his father's more then he had meant it to.
Lucius Malfoy soon joined them. He gave his son a stern look. "You aren't going to win anything if you keep falling off that thing" he said as he pointed at the broom. "Why did I spend so much money on the damn thing if it's just going to end up broken by a shrub?"
Draco glared right back at him and just as coolly replied, "Would you rather I break it with a brick wall then father?"
Lucius' face almost got some color in it. "Now see here young man!!"
"Oh just forget I said anything!!!" Draco started to stalk off but then turned around. "And by the way, dad, I wasn't falling off until she" he jerked his head towards his mother "shrieked like her head was about to get loped off!"
"Oh, so I should only expect you to fall when people are screaming then? How the hell do you plan to stay on when there are cheers and yelling at the games might I ask?"
"You're unbelievable!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs and continued to the house.
"Don't you walk away from me young man! Come back here and explain just what you meant by that remark." Lucius barked in a deadly voice. Draco kept walking. "Did you hear me Draco? I said..."
Draco's yelling cut him off. "I heard you just fine!!" and walked into the house.
Lucius turned to his wife. "I hoped you're pleased with yourself Narcissa!"
Narcissa gave him the coldest look he had ever seen. "I'd watched your tone if I were you Lucius Malfoy. And remember, I'm still posses a great deal of the power that my family and I had before I married you." She followed her son towards the house but turned to him. "And you're signing the damn card this year. She'll be sixteen. I'll leave the card in your office."
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Summary: Draco spends his summer before school at Malfoy Manor and someone he never thought he'd see again reemerges. SPOILERS THROUGH GoF
"Wait!" he called as he chased the mysterious girl down the street. He couldn't seem to catch up to her, she was too fast. "Hang on, how did you know all that?" He turned the corner, but she was gone...
Draco Malfoy awoke with a start. Once again his usual peaceful slumber had been ruined by that weird dream. He was always chasing a girl, but he never caught up with her. He glanced at his calendar. He only had another month before he would be starting his fifth year at school. So much had happened this summer.
The Dark Lord had once again been defeated, his father had once again escaped questioning by the ministry and Harry sodding Potter was once again a hero. It made Draco want to scream. If he heard one more thing about how wonderful Harry Potter was, he would use the unforgivable curses on the first person he saw. It wasn't that he was a supporter of the dark ways, but it was all that he knew. When you're the son of Lucius Malfoy, some things just couldn't be helped.
It was pointless to try and get back to sleep; he would just have that dream again. He got out of bead and grabbed his robe. The morning was very cool and it felt like a storm was on the way. He figured that he would get something to eat and then go practice before everyone got up. The Malfoy Manor had extensive fields where he could practice on his Nimbus 2001. Maybe he would ask to go to Diagon Ally today.
Draco made his way down staircase after staircase to the kitchen. He heard a small "eep" when he entered and saw a very small house elf trying to leave through a small door. The mark of a good house elf was that it was never seen. It was very early though and it probably hadn't thought anyone would be up at this ungodly hour.
"Hey, wait!" Draco called. Oh god! This sound like that damn dream...but I wasn't chasing and elf.
The little elf quivered and turned towards his master's son. It looked like it was going to burst into tears any moment. It didn't exactly help that Draco was always grumpy when he woke up and always looked stern. The elf just stood there and shook.
"Pleases, son of kind master, don't be angry with me good sir. I was justs tryin' to finish the break fast for yous and the family." The little creature kept on rambling saying he would go punish himself.
"Alright, calm down will you?" This had absolutely no effect on the elf. Draco tried another approach. "SHUT UP!" The elf fell silent. "That's better. Don't worry about having to punish yourself; I'll let it slide on one condition."
"Wh-what son of my master?" The creature squeaked.
"Tell me where we keep the coffee and oatmeal."
The elf squealed with glee and started racing around the huge kitchen. Draco just watched. The elf talked to Draco as he scurried about. "Now yous just sit down Mr. Draco sir and let Kiki takes care of everything." Kiki hurried Draco into a chair and rushed around. "Heres is your cup sir and I'se will get you oatsmeal."
In a matter of moments Draco had his coffee and oatmeal on the table. As he ate the elf just watched him.
"If young sirs is not needing me, I'se will leave him alone."
"Alright, thanks for breakfast Kiki."
"Oh heavens, there is no needs for that young sirs." Before either of them said another word, the elf was gone through the small door.
This is just going to be a great day. Draco thought as he finished eating.
Draco soared above the fields and his broom. He did a beautiful dive and pulled up inches above the ground. He planned to use some new moves in matches this year. He couldn't stand to have Slytherin lose the quidditch cup again.
Draco flew above a pond and back to the fields and then over some trees and tried a sort of spiral dive downward. It happened so quickly, he didn't know what had happened.
There was a terrified shriek from the house. He glanced towards the manor and lost control. He heard someone bellow "Narcissa!" as he spun widely toward the ground. There was another shriek as he crashed into the bushes.
Draco landed with a loud, and painful, thud. He laid there for a minute before crawling out of the bushes. He kept getting pricked and prodded and emerged with half the bush in his hair and robes. As he began to stand he saw his mother running like a mad hippogriff across the yard.
"Oh Draco, oh my lord! Are you hurt?! Is anything broken?!" Within seconds she was at his side fussing over him. Brushing leaves out of his hair and checking his bones. Draco really hated this and shoved her away.
"Get off!!" he said in a voice that resembled his father's more then he had meant it to.
Lucius Malfoy soon joined them. He gave his son a stern look. "You aren't going to win anything if you keep falling off that thing" he said as he pointed at the broom. "Why did I spend so much money on the damn thing if it's just going to end up broken by a shrub?"
Draco glared right back at him and just as coolly replied, "Would you rather I break it with a brick wall then father?"
Lucius' face almost got some color in it. "Now see here young man!!"
"Oh just forget I said anything!!!" Draco started to stalk off but then turned around. "And by the way, dad, I wasn't falling off until she" he jerked his head towards his mother "shrieked like her head was about to get loped off!"
"Oh, so I should only expect you to fall when people are screaming then? How the hell do you plan to stay on when there are cheers and yelling at the games might I ask?"
"You're unbelievable!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs and continued to the house.
"Don't you walk away from me young man! Come back here and explain just what you meant by that remark." Lucius barked in a deadly voice. Draco kept walking. "Did you hear me Draco? I said..."
Draco's yelling cut him off. "I heard you just fine!!" and walked into the house.
Lucius turned to his wife. "I hoped you're pleased with yourself Narcissa!"
Narcissa gave him the coldest look he had ever seen. "I'd watched your tone if I were you Lucius Malfoy. And remember, I'm still posses a great deal of the power that my family and I had before I married you." She followed her son towards the house but turned to him. "And you're signing the damn card this year. She'll be sixteen. I'll leave the card in your office."
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