Note: Okay then. I'm reposting this now. I looked back over it and wanted to slap myself. My writing style completely changed from before. Though doesn't mean that I am good at editing it at all, or am good at grammar. I suck at it and I admit as much. Sooo.....sorry if it is still not good. Oh well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That would be obvious.
Chapter one: Letter
Draco Malfoy was usually a composed person. He didn't let anything deter him from having that calm and icy facade that he wore everyday. Some people describe him as 'simply ice cold.' Who could blame them? He certainly looked cold. His icy grey eyes never held much but a glint of superiority. His light blonde hair had grown over the years but he kept it short enough, unwilling to look like a carbon copy of his father. Then his pale complexion added to his veela-like appearance and finished with a dark cloak that made him look like a vampire. A rather handsome one at that.
Today however, he was in complete disarray as he raced to finish a series of paper due tomorrow for his work. He growled in annoyance when he noticed that the fire was almost dying and left was warm embers as evidence of the roaring fire. Listlessly, he raced his wand and the fire roar high again. How long must he keep doing this idiotic papers!? He chewed on his lip as he re-read the material. It was a habit he had as a child that his parents tried so desperately to stop. He can certainly was able to stop when people were around, but when alone and stressed he couldn't help but do it.
"Draco! Draco! Are you in here!?" He glanced up at the door just enough before the ray of light hit him in the face. He squinted and took his face away from the blinding light. "Ah there you are!" He looked to see his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, stepped in. She smiled at him for a moment before letting out a slight frown as she studied his study. Papers scattered, books on the floor, Ink spilled on the carpet, it was a mess. "Draco couldn't you at least clean up after yourself?!"
She made a move to him but nearly tripped over the stack of books he left near the door. He couldn't help but give a small smirk at her clumsiness. It was ironic how she was described as the perfect pureblood wife, who was sophisticated and elegant in everyway. He, being their only child, had the pleasure of watching his mother make the silliest mistakes. They were simple such as dropping things, putting on her clothes wrong, and in this case falling down. Though when people are there to see her, she keeps the face they expect her to be. How she managed to move in such a way with thick high heels, he didn't know. Not that he wanted to either.
"Draco!" she scolded when she caught his facial expression, "Don't laugh at me!" He only nodded and got up to help her around. As he helped her into at seat she began to talk about returning back to the Malfoy Manor. "Draco, don't you ever wish to just visit? To see your old room again? To walk around the gardens with mommy? To run around the hallway with your broomstick and fly out from the patio? Don't you just miss that?"
He frowned. He hasn't done that since he was fourteen. Almost thirteen years ago. He shook his head. Perhaps his mother was lonely. His father is always out on business and he was here in France. Yes, she was probably lonely. "Mother," he began, "I haven't done that in a long time. I'm pretty sure that my room would look dusty and I wouldn't have anything of value in there. As for the gardens, why don't we just stroll down in my garden? Perhaps you would like to watch me ride my broom as you have tea?"
Narcissa looked at him for a moment and he couldn't help but feel rather bad for her. She came all the way here to see him and he couldn't offer much but a stroll through a stupid garden. However she let out a smile and stood up, "Let's do that then Draco! We so much to catch up on!" He nodded and followed her out. He turned slightly to look back at the papers he had to finish. A sigh came out of his lips. Perhaps he could squeeze in time later on to finish it. That or he can say he was sick and bring it in later on. Yes, he liked that idea.
"Oh Draco! Have you heard about Blaise?" Narcissa asked putting down her tea cup. They now sat outside at the patio, having tea as they talked. Draco shook his head. He hadn't heard from much from most of his collogues. Just a few messages here and there, when he moved to France. After the war, he wasn't at all amused living in a society where everywhere he turned people would scream 'Deatheater!' to his face. So here he was in France and started a new life for himself. He sometimes sends letters but not occasionally. Just to ask what happened about the ministry and all that.
"No mother. What happened to Zambini?" he asked. His mother smiled at him happily and said, "He has a son now! God only knows how happy his parents are. Five years of marriage and no child! Goodness!"
"Really?" Draco said amused. Five years Zambini? Five years? What the hell was he doing all that time? He let out a chuckle. Not exactly something a 'Zambini' thing to do. Blaise was a never one to practice abstinence, so why start when he was married?
"Yes, a healthy baby boy. His name is Edric. A rather cute name but nothing like Draco. Have you heard of Nott? He was in your year wasn't he?" Narcissa answered, clearly enjoying their chat.
"No, I haven't heard from any of them. I haven't talked to them in a long time," he answered simply.
Narcissa stared at him for a moment and said, "And why not? You all were close, I imagined. I mean you all grew up together. I seem to recall all of running around and playing a game of quidditch before."
"Times change mother," he said simply offering her another cup of tea. She only nodded and he said, "Though I may go to the reunion in Hogwarts."
He watched as his mother suddenly stop from her actions and ask suddenly, "What reunion?" He expected as much of a reaction and pulled a letter from his breast pocket. He received it a week before, and to his surprise stated a Hogwarts reunion for this year. He didn't know that Hogwarts even did any of that. He had considered going but found that he really had no real interest in going in the first place. He will just see old acquaintances he can easily see anytime and Hogwarts. He does miss that old castle-like school even if he kept saying he hated every bit of it. Perhaps it was the fact the he had grown in there for seven years. Though he can always visit if he wanted. He had enough power to do so anyway.
Ergo, there was no point in going. Plus other problems he will face will just make it more problematic for him. He watched his mother read the letter and to his annoyance look at him expectantly. "You're going aren't you?"
"Of course not," he responded, "I see no point to it." He watched surprised at his mother's expression. Instead of nodding and getting on to a new topic, she had an appalled expression. "What?" he asked.
"Why not!?" she exclaimed, "There is a point to going!"
"Mother, I see no point."
"There is a point Draco!"
"And what exactly is that?"
"You're being a hermit!'
"I'm being a what?"
"Hermit. A loner. Uncommunicative. You know what I'm talking about."
Draco only stared at her. Did his mother just call him a loner? "I-what?" he started thoroughly confused by his mother's sudden behavior. He didn't exactly get any of his mother's words. She didn't need to react like that. There was no problem exactly. Why the big fuss? "No I don't know what you're talking about mother."
Narcissa sighed dramatically. "Draco there is a reason why I came here."
"Yes I know. You were lonely. With father gone in a business trip and me here. I-"
"No!" his mother interrupted unceremoniously, "Well perhaps a bit lonely and missing my baby boy, but not really. I have a bigger reason. I'm quite concerned by your well being."
"What? My well being is perfectly fine mother!"
"My boy. You are being too hermit-like. I mean look around Draco! Since when have you been out of the house?"
Draco pulled back clearly insulted now. Even if it was his mother he was speak to, there is no way that he will take being called a hermit. I mean, hermit was someone who liked living alone. He was certainly not a hermit. "Mother where are you getting at?"
"Draco, I'm just saying that you need to get out more. I've been to your work, and they say all you ever do is go in for work and then go back home. You certainly don't go out and I can tell that you've done nothing but work. You like staying home better than going out." Narcissa continued, "That is not at all healthy. Especially for you. At least go to the reunion, it may be good for you."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "How do you know all of this?"
Narcissa only smiled, "I'm your mother. Besides a small talk with your neighbors and huge evidence around your house, one can guess you stay home most of your time." She watched Draco slump back to his seat. He was thinking about it at least.
"Mother...who will be my wife then?"
"What?"
Note: Okay yea i stretched it more than I did before. Yea sorry for the mistakes. I don't go over and re-edit it. I do that when I finish the whole thing. Sooo yea. Sorry. Well next chapter!!
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