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This is a Harry/Draco fanfic. DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter (and associated characters, likenesses, Warner, Inc., among others. I make no claim, written or implied, upon Harry Potter. No money is being made and no infringement or disrespect to the creators / copyright holders is intended.
Chapter one (1)
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars. (Wake me up when september ends, Green Day)
Draco bit his lip and started his usual mumbling state, until he felt tears gathering at the corner of the eye and his cheeks became red and flushed. He thought he will not be able to resist longer than one week, but there he was, pretty much alive, after one month. Although he had now strange rituals, like that "mumbling state" which made him collapse on his knees while his mother wiped off his swollen tears, Draco started his recover, if you could say so.
The heir of the Malfoy Manor was now in a "critical state, almost letal", the Daily Prophet announced one week ago. Draco could not stop his just dried tears from flooding when he heard that the press thought now that he was a complete wreck.
"Draco, my dear, it's not like that and you know this better than me. They are only messing things up, like always, in this kind of situations." his mother tried to convince him.
"I … don't know how to go on, mother, I really wished I knew, but I don't. Why always these things happen to me, why me, of all people?" Draco cried out, trying not to let his hands throw or break something. "I just miss him." he added like for himself, but mother was not old enough to not hear that.
"Love, please, stop thinking this way. Maybe he was your best friend, but he was not your lover, Draco. He just played with you. It hurts me to say this to you, but he is nothing more than a big pig that was brave enough to play like that with my son…"
But Narcissa Malfoy could not continue because she stopped listening to the sound she missed so much. Her only son, her only little angel, was laughing.
"Mother!" he spat out, but suddenly he felt those motherly arms hugging him, encircling him in that sweet scent and warmth. "I never heard you using words like that before…"
"Hey", she said laughing "I was once like you, young and without the fear of being dumped until it happened." Draco stiffened and asked with a grumpy voice: "But you had father, no? "
"Of course, dear. He always saved me and was there for me, things which a real boyfriend would do, Draco. "
"Yeah, mum, I know now. No need to stir the knife in the wound." he ended with a note of sarcasm.
"So …" Narcissa started adjusting her voice, while Draco seemed occupied arranging a few books in the library. "Dear, I heard that that Weasel boy and the Granger girl are getting married in a week. Weren't they your classmates?"
"Mum, you know how things work out between Slytherins and Griffyndors. They were best friends with Harry Bloody Potter."
"Draco Malfoy, what have I told you about respecting your friends and also your enemies and…
"…yeah, yeah, everyone I know. Sorry, mother, but I think old school rivaleries aren't that forgettable. I suppose I always knew that Weasley and Granger would end up together. I really don't know how the Weasel could have been that shy to simply ask her to marry him a long time ago. Maybe …"
"Draco, that's not how you should think about marriage. You know that it is, despite all our little fussing, a proof of love and protection and also a beautiful way to live with the one you love. "
"So, mother, what about their wedding? I know you already have something in your mind. "
"My boy, I don't want you to suffer after him. It will be nice if you start hanging out again with some of your friends and try to regain your life. You know, a little party can not do you any harm." "Mother, I don't know if you realise it, but we're talking about the Weasel, Granger and the Saint Potter, because there's no doubt that he will be there. "
"Draco, time changes people and maybe the way they treat their school enemies. You are all now grown-up people and the war is high time over. You are no longer under the impression that someone may be watching you and that someone may be a Death Eater. All I'm saying, Draco, is that you should try to forget calling them names and making fun of them, because is no longer worth it. Not that it ever had, but I know how old school rivaleries are. They make people oblivious and ate the soul out of them. It is better without them, believe me", she finally caught her breath and putting a soft hand over Draco's hair, let him a little bit moved when she closed the door after her.
Outside, the air was cold and the trees felt like magic dancing around them. Draco laid his head on the pillow and took a fetal position, ready to fall asleep.
"Crazy bird! What the …" complained the man when one redish owl practically landed on his desk. The little bird carried a small note, on a parchement with silvered edges.
Draco untied the also silvered ribbon with a fine flick of his fingers and began to read. Suddenly, his eyes felt like under a Petrificus Totalus charm.
"This can't be right!" he thought.
Probably the rain outside brought some sort of news.