Chapter 4

Better Aquainted

Lucius had been called to his master's rooms just a second ago and he had been in a part of the manor that was furthest away from his study, so he was jogging to hurry his pace up. He stopped when he got there and quickly took a deep breath before he knocked. He was permitted entrance straight away and he entered and bowed. "Rise." the hissed voice from above said.

"My Lord." he said respectfully and rose gracefully.

"I have something I want you to do for me." he said and leaned back in his chair from behind the large desk. Lucius waited patiently. "I want you to go to Severus's home and give this to him." he pointed to a note that was laid on the desk. "And then we will talk more about your son. His soul mate." he stressed when Lucius looked confused. Lucius nodded in understanding and grabbed the note.

"Of course, My Lord." he said in parting and quickly left the study, walking swiftly to the apparation point and apparated to Severus's home. He was already added to the wards so he could apparate straight into his home without getting attacked or hurt. He walked into the kitchen and down to the lab that Severus had gotten installed a few years ago. He knew the man was likely down there, as he was most evenings. He knocked on the door at the bottom of the stairs before he entered. Severus was there like he had guessed and stood over a boiling cauldron. Severus put a spell on the potion to keep it how it was before he turned to face Lucius.

"What brings you here, Lucius?" he asked and led them back to the kitchen and then poured them a glass of Firewhisky.

"The Dark Lord." he said and took the offered glass.

Severus gave him a look and sat down with a sigh. "What is it?" he asked warily. Lucius put the glass down and reached into his robe, pulling out a piece of parchment. He handed it over and picked the glass back up. Severus unfolded the note and quickly scanned it. He frowned when he was done.

"What does it say? That is if you don't mind me asking?"

"He wants me to make him a potion to get his old body back." Severus replied and closed his eyes with a sigh.

"Will you be able to do it?" Lucius asked nervously. Who knew what would happen if Severus wasn't able to do it.

Severus shrugged. "No one has really documented anything like this before, so it will all be complete guesswork." he said dryly. "I have no idea how long it will take though." Lucius downed the rest of the amber liquid and pushed up from his seat.

"I best be getting back." Lucius said and hesitated. Severus waved a hand in front of his face.

"Go, go. Besides I better start on this potion." Lucius nodded and then quickly apparated away. Severus stayed seated for a few more moments and then got up and went back to his lab. He put the parchment of a table and quickly finished off the potion he was doing before Lucius came. Once that was done he put it to the side and got another cauldron out and got a bunch of ingredients out and started on the seemingly impossible task of trying to get his master his much better looking body back.

Stefan and Draco walked back into the manor a few hours later, sweaty and dirty. They had played a few more games and had some more races and also had fallen off the brooms when they clashed in mid-air. They traipsed to their respected rooms to wash up at around seven pm and got changed into clean clothes. After the shower Stefan went to the wardrobe to see if there was anything comfortable he could wear. It was nearing night time and he didn't want to get dressed up properly again. He found some grey sweats and pulled on a short sleeved white shirt, and some socks. He went out into the bedroom and went to the chest at the bottom of the bed. He opened it up and found what he was looking for; his sketch pad.

He had never told anyone that he drew. It was his secret. He sat down on the couch and opened it up, looking over all the pictures he had drawn. Hogwarts, Hermione, Luna, Fred and George, Fang, Aragog, the basilisk from the chamber, the chamber itself, Cho, Tom Riddle Sr's Tombstone, Voldemort and Tom Riddle. He flipped open a new page and began to draw someone new; Draco.

He spent about fourty minutes sketching the portrait and then fining it out. He smiled at the end result and shut the book. He paused and then opened the pad again, going to a new page and started to draw. When he was finished he paused to look at the end result. To say he had only seen the picture once, he had to admit it had a likeness to it. He had drawn the picture that Narcissa, no his mother, had given him the day before to show him proof. He put the pad back in his chest and went to the door when he heard a knock on it. He opened the door and came face to face with Draco, he smiled.

"Hey!" he said with a tiny smile. "What can I do for you?" He leaned against the door frame and folded his arms.

Draco smiled back. "Can I come in?" he asked. Stefan nodded and stepped away from the door. Draco hesitantly stepped inside and Stefan shut the door behind them.

"What can I do you for?" he repeated.

Draco looked back to him and sighed. "Well, to be honest... you are my brother and even though we spent the entire day together, I don't feel as if I know you and you don't know me properly. So I thought..." he trailed off and scratched the back of his head. Stefan studied him closely.

"You thought we could have a heart to heart?" he asked sarcastically. He smiled to show he was joking. "You came so we could get to know each other?" Draco nodded and clasped his hands together. Stefan moved forward and opened the chest. Draco frowned, wondering what he was doing. He smiled slightly when he pulled out a bottle of Firewhisky. "Of course we can!" he said with a huge smile. "We will need glasses though." Draco called for a house elf and ordered two glasses for them. They sat on the couch and Stefan poured them a glass each. "Whose First?" he asked.

"I will, we can take it in turns." Draco replied and took a swig. Stefan nodded his head in agreement. "So, you ever had sex?" Stefan chuckled.

"Nice first question." he replied and took a drink.

Draco smirked and winked. "Well I have to know if my little brother is a virgin or not." Stefan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No, I have not." he said, not looking at him whilst taking another drink. "What about you?"

"Pansy." he grimaced.

"That bad?" he laughed.

Draco laughed with him and shook his head. "No she was fine. However she is clingy, ever since we slept together she has been going on about how we are going to get married and have the perfect life together." Stefan burst out laughing, making his brother scowl. "It isn't funny!" he snapped.

"I feel sorry for you, I really do." Draco sighed and took a drink. "Just, I don't know... pretend to date someone else, Astoria Greengrass or someone." Draco considered that and tilted his head to the side.

"That isn't a bad idea." he contemplated and ran a hand through his hair.

"That's because it was my idea." Stefan said, pouring more alcohol into the glasses. "My turn. Okay, so where have you been?"

"What do you mean?" he asked in confusion.

"Like when our parents took you on holiday, where did you go? Or just what other countries have you been to?" Stefan replied.

Draco frowned, trying to remember. "Well I have been to France, Italy, Russia and Germany that I can remember but I might have been to places when I was younger, I just cannot remember them." he finally answered. "You?"

"Oh, no." Stefan said, shaking his head. "I have been nowhere, except here." Draco's eyes widened.

"Well It's a good idea that we are going to go on holiday soon. Now before you came down to breakfast we were discussing this. We would probably have to go during the Christmas break, as there isn't really much time now. Only about two weeks before we go back to school, and mother was thinking maybe Alaska for some reason. I think she said she knows someone from there and wanted to introduce you to them. I really can't remember who she said." Draco explained.

"Right." Stefan said absently, putting his glass down on the table. "So come on, next question." he said. This was how they carried on with their night, until they finally passed out.

Narcissa sat with her husband at the breakfast table and frowned as her two sons didn't make an appearance. "Lucius, did you see the boys yesterday at all after they left?" she asked, turning to look at her husband who was reading the newspaper. He looked up and frowned.

"No." he replied and put the paper down. "Maybe they are just asleep."

"They should really be up by now." she argued. "I am going to find them." She got up and left Lucius at the table and walked up the main staircase. She came to the hallway that had both her sons in and went to her eldest's first. She knocked on the door and frowned when she got no answer. She knocked again and waited and got nothing. She pursed her lips and pushed the door open slightly. The lights were off and the bed looked as though it hadn't been slept in. Maybe he was in Stefan's room, she thought to herself and shut the door again.

She walked down the hallway and stopped at her youngest sons' door. She knocked and was once again annoyed that nobody answered. She didn't bother to knock twice; she just went straight into the room. She frowned when she looked at the bed. It too looked like nobody had slept in it that night. She was about to leave on a search when she heard a movement. She looked to her left and saw a foot coming from the end of the couch. She stalked forward and gaped at what she saw. Draco was laid on the floor, face down and Stefan was on his back on the couch. Three bottles of Firewhisky was laid on the floor along with two glasses. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed her wand.

She waved her wand in a jabbing motion and a loud screeching noise filled the room. Stefan sat up so quick he fell to the floor on top of his brother. Draco groaned and pushed him off, flipping over at the same time. "Turn it off." he slurred. Narcissa stopped it and huffed.

"Get up." she snapped.

Stefan opened his eyes and frowned. "What is going on?" he stumbled over his words. "I seriously have a banging headache."

"Me too, so shut it." Draco replied and grabbed a pillow, putting it over his face to hide the light. Narcissa bent forward and grabbed the pillow, she was getting rather angry now. Lucius looked up the door opened and his sons and wife walked in the room. In his opinion his sons looked like shit to be honest.

"What is going on?" he asked his wife. She looked agitated.

"Your sons decided to get drunk last night." she stressed. He looked over to the two boys. Draco's head was slumped and Stefan's was on the table.

"Hangover?" he laughed, and then flinched as his wife hit him on the back of the head. "Boys, you should not have done that. Where did you get the drink?" he then asked seriously. He noticed that Stefan was the guilty looking one. "Ah... Well when you were upstairs Narcissa, the boy's Hogwarts letters came." he said, changing the subject. He smiled when the boys threw him appreciated looks.

"Really?" she smiled.

"Yes."

"Boys, eat and then get washed and dressed; we are going to Diagon Alley." she said smiling widely.

Edited: 13/07/12