Chapter 3: LeFage Estate

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Chapter 3: LeFage Estate

A much shaken Draco Malfoy stumbled and fell on his knees on reaching Malfoy Manor.

'What's the matter with me?' he thought, on the verge of panicking. 'I never fall in the fireplace when I use the Floo. What the hell is happening to me?'

He got up and weakly walked to a nearby chair and sat down, thinking. 'What should I do? Should I go to St Mungo's or maybe call a Healer here…'

After some seconds, he shrugged off the idea of calling a healer or going to the hospital. He wasn't entirely sure that he could trust a stranger.

He suddenly wished that his mother had not gone shopping. He could have asked her about it. He could have asked his father but he could hardly do that seeing that Lucius Malfoy was thoroughly dead, thank Merlin for small mercies.

At that thought, Draco firmly smacked himself on the forehead for being so silly. Of course, he could talk to his father!

'How come I didn't think of it before? I am so stupid!'

He strode back to the fireplace, took some powder and threw it in the fire. He knelt down, stuck his head in the fire and yelled, "LeFage Estate, America."

When his Floo connected to that of LeFage Estate, Draco shook his head to drive the feeling of dizziness. He looked around and found only an empty living room greeting him.

"Father, are you there? FATHER!"

A tall, slim man rushed into the living room. He had a handsome face and an athletic build about him. Everything about him, from his platinum blond hair to his demeanour screamed aristocracy. Even though he was wearing casual muggle clothes, there was a graceful air around him which forced one to respect him automatically.

"Draco? How come you are here?"

"Hello father. I wanted to talk to you about something. Are you free right now?" Draco asked.

"Yes of course! Come over then. I'll bring some coffee and something to eat. Oh and I'll have tea for you, don't worry."

Draco nodded and removed his head from the fireplace. He got up, massaging his knees. He went to retrieve his wand and wrote a note for mother, explaining his absence. After he left the note with a house elf, Draco flooed over to his father's place.

Robert LeFage turned towards the fireplace on hearing the roaring of fire as his son flooed over, at the same time reminiscing of the first time he met his mate and the first time he got to know that he had a son.

It wasn't until a few months ago that 45yr old Robert LeFage came to know of the existence of his son. It had been a normal day for him when he received an owl from none other than his mate; Narcissa Malfoy.

They had met at a party held at Malfoy Manor. As soon as he had set eyes on her, he knew right away that she was the mate he had been looking for.

Narcissa was unhappily married to Lucius Malfoy and had easily given in to Robert's courting after a few weeks. As divorce was not well accepted in the wizarding world, especially in pure blood families, Narcissa could not leave Lucius and thus started meeting Robert in hiding.

Robert needed to see his mate regularly or else he would go crazy. Veelas had to find their mates to be happy and once found, could not live without them or else they would either become crazy or die.

A few months after their affair started, Narcissa found out that she was pregnant and she knew that it was Robert's and not Lucius'.

Fearing the consequences of such news, she made Robert believe that it was the child of Lucius. They continued to meet each other, though not as often as before, just enough to keep Robert sane and alive. A few weeks before her child's birth, Narcissa stopped meeting him altogether to avoid his Veela senses to identify the child growing within as his own blood.

Should something like that happen, Lucius would have the upper hand as he had power in England, and Robert being French by birth, had none. He could force Narcissa to stop meeting Robert, or take away the child as vengeance. All of the scenarios in her head ended up in bloodshed and her losing her mate. She had to avoid such a situation. With Lucius around, Robert could never discover that he fathered a child with his beloved mate.

A few weeks after Draco's birth, Narcissa started meeting her mate again, but always made sure to never allow him to be in the presence of their child.

Then several years later, news of the Malfoy Senior's demise spread throughout the country and along with it came Narcissa's letter, claiming Draco to be his son instead of Lucius' shaking Robert to the core.

Robert refused to believe it and said as much to Narcissa. However, she insisted that Draco was HIS son only and not Lucius' and begged Robert to meet the boy only once. In the end, Robert relented, hope battling with his disbelief.

When he finally met Draco, he knew instantly that Narcissa was right. Draco was a Veela, yes but more importantly he was his son…Robert's son.

Veelas could identify others like themselves very easily…especially their own kin.

Family members always had an 'aura' around them, identifying them as family. And Draco was family…no room for doubt.

After an initial moment of hesitation, they had hit off quite well and now it seemed as if they had known each other for eons.

Robert smiled, as he watched his son fight off soot from his clothes, trying to battle the specks of dirt with his bare hands. Chuckling and with a wave of his wand, he cleared Draco of the offending soot. Draco mumbled a shaky 'thanks' and looked around the room, looking flustered.

"Draco, come and sit down," Robert said. He handed a cup of tea to Draco, who sat down heavily in the couch nearest to him.

Robert busied himself with preparing a cup of coffee for himself and allowed his obviously confused son to collect himself.

"Alright, tell me, what's going on?" Robert asked, sitting down with his own cup. "I've never seen you that flustered. What happened?"

Draco drank some tea trying to regain his calm. He stared at the fireplace for a while whereas his father was staring at him. Robert knew that he will have to wait for Draco to settle down to know what was going on.

A few minutes later, Draco took a deep breath and then recounted everything to Robert, how he contacted Theodore Nott last night and how they had planned a day together.

How he had watched the servant girl and had a feeling that something was not right about her.

How when she had looked up and locked eyes with him, he had felt a surge of emotions which threatened to finish him off with their sheer force.

"I would like to know what happened to me when I saw that girl. What in Merlin's name is going on?" he asked as he finished his tale, hoping against hope that his father had the answer.

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