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Anne, if I could PM you I would and I'd tell you that I love you and thank you sooo much for everything you said. I really appreciate it. Don't worry, I don't plan on not updating for weeks and weeks again. I was really busy getting certain things in life in order! So I'm sorry!
Now, part of this chapter is a direct copy/paste from Chapter eight. It's the article about Gringotts – I just wanted everyone to know that. The rest of the chapter is based off of: Chapter Ten, Halloween.
This chapter is going to be VERY long – VERY VERY long. Hope it makes up for not updating and the short chapter before.
**edited this after I posted it. I apologize for the few grammatical mistakes that I didn't see at first.**
Please review if you can! :)
-C
Chapter Six
Draco almost smirked when he saw the shock on Zabini's face when he saw Potter and Weasley sitting in the Great Hall the next morning.
He was more than tired to say the least. He had spent half the night running around Hogwarts, avoiding Filch, arguing with Peeves, then running away from a three headed dog and then the last part of the night he spent wondering why there was a three headed dog like that at Hogwarts. He cast a look over to Potter and Weasley as he walked over to the Gryffindor table and saw they looked just as tired as he felt.
"Where'd you go last night?" Longbottom asked as they sat down, staring at Draco with the same uneasy look he had given him during their flying lesson.
"Oh." Draco started, he cast another look over to Weasley and Potter, whose eyes had widened and were shaking their heads at him. "I got sick." He lied, turning his attention back to Neville who was still staring at him.
"With what?"
Draco rolled his eyes at him, sometimes he just wanted to bang his head on the table when he was around Longbottom, "Does it matter? I just didn't feel good." He narrowed his eyes at the boy beside him, "How did you even know I was gone?"
"I woke up and you weren't there." He said while shrugging, "Oh well, I was just wondering."
"Malfoy!"
Draco looked over to see Potter waving him over and Weasley rolling his eyes.
The last thing Draco wanted to do was walk over there and spend breakfast with those two baboons. He shook his head at them and turned his attention back to his plate. He grabbed a piece of toast and started to spread a little bit of jam on it, his stomach starting to grumble.
"Malfoy!"
Draco narrowed his eyes to see Potter still waving him over, staring at him like he was completely crazy. Draco narrowed his eyes at the two of them, which he felt like he did a lot and stood up abruptly. He looked at Neville, "I'll be right back." He muttered. He stomped over to where Weasley and Potter were and took the other seat beside The-Boy-Who-Lived. "What?" he asked flatly, his toast still in his hand.
"Good morning to you to then." Potter said with a frown. "Look at this." He handed Draco a copy of the Daily Prophet.
Draco scanned over it quickly before he realized the date, "This is almost two weeks old Potter, what's it matter?"
"Will you just read it?" He said exasperated.
Draco muttered something under his breath and scrunched his eyebrows together.
GRINGOTTS BREAK IN LATEST
Investigations continue into the break-in at the Gringotts on July 31, widely believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown.
Gringotts goblins today insisted that nothing had been taken. The vault that was searched had in fact been emptied the same day.
"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this after-noon.
Draco continued to read the article, confused to why it was important. He finished reading it and threw it on the table, "Okay so what?" He barked, his patience running thin. He was tired, hungry and he was talking to the last two people he wanted to see first thing in the morning.
Potter sighed, "When I was in Diagon Alley with Hagrid we went to Gringotts, when we were there we stopped by my parents vault but we stopped at another one." He put his finger back on the Daily Prophet, "That's the vault Hagrid emptied, that has to be what the dog is guarding."
Draco raised his eyebrow, "What was in the vault?" He hated to admit it, but he was more than curious.
"Well…I don't know that."
Draco sighed while shaking his head, regretting walking over there in the first place. "Do you know anything at all?" He finally asked, part of him not expecting an answer.
"It was a small package, about two inches long." Potter's green eyes were glittering with excitement. "It was small enough for Hagrid to put it in his pocket."
"It's either really valuable or really dangerous." Weasley commented.
Draco nodded, "Or both." He finished, grabbing the paper again and looking over it. He hated to admit it but he was more than interested to know what was so valuable that it had to be taken out of Gringotts. His father said there was no where safer. He glanced up to see Dumbledore staring at them and he tossed the paper back down, "Do you think they knew the vault was going to be broken into?" He placed his elbow on the table, "If it was emptied the same day – they must have known."
Potter nodded, "I thought the same thing."
Granger sat down a moment later, dropping a book on the table in the process.
"Good morning." Weasley said, rolling his eyes at her.
She turned to look at him and then scanned over all three of them. Her eyes linger on Draco for a moment before she rolled her eyes in return. She slammed her book closed, stood up and walked away, taking a few seats down to sit next to Seamus.
"Good." Weasley muttered, "Didn't want to deal with her anyway."
Draco nodded in agreement, not having the mental strength to deal with that entirely separate issue. He turned to see that Neville kept glancing at him every two seconds and he sighed, "Well we have nothing to go on, so as much fun as it is to sit here and talk about nothing, I'm leaving now." As Draco stood up and was about to walk back over to his seat Potter called after him.
"Malfoy, come to Hagrid's with us the next time we go, maybe we'll find out more."
The rest of the week went by without any trouble. Draco didn't speak to Potter or Weasley about what they saw and Granger still wasn't speaking to any of them. He didn't hear anything from his parents, which he started to assume was going to be normal. Zabini kept making snide remarks when his back was turned and Draco kept throwing snide remarks back, the two of them going back and forth until one of the Professors had enough.
Flying Lessons were easier and Longbottom actually managed to control his broom without almost killing himself again. Draco was more than thankful for that, not wanting to have to play hero again – honestly, he couldn't stand the look of awe he had gotten, it made him feel sick. He would never be that person and he was more than willing to accept and express that.
They were all sitting in the Great Hall once again, Draco nibbling on toast while Neville was talking to Granger about something. The mail had just started to fly in and Draco didn't even bother to look for the Barred owl from the manor. He only looked over when he heard Weasley gasp and his own eyes widened; an owl dropped a large, thick parcel in front of Potter, who was staring at it in both excitement and confusion, another owl dropped a note on top of the package and flew away.
Draco knew what it was the moment he saw it.
A broom.
He stood up and walked over to where Potter was seated and took the seat next to him, he narrowed his eyes at him, "Potter, would you care to explain why you need a – "
Potter shushed him and shook his head quickly. He handed him the note that had came with it and Draco couldn't hide the disappointment and jealousy on his face.
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock for your first training session.
~Professor M. McGonagall~
Draco sneered, glared at Potter, reread the note, stared at the package and then glared at Potter again, "Okay Potter – since when have you been on the Quidditch team!?" He whispered. He glanced over at McGonagall to see that was she grinning at him and he had to keep himself from glaring at her.
"Well…" Potter said slowly, "I'll tell you later, come on." He stood up, grabbed the package and waved both him and Weasley to follow him.
Draco kept grumbling under his breath. First he's The-Boy-Who-Lived and then he's on the Quidditch team!? How was did things like that keep happening? If anyone should be on the team, it should have been Draco. His father taught him how to fly when he was five years old and if there was one thing he was good at, it was flying. He couldn't stand the feeling in his chest – he wanted to punch something.
A second later Draco knew exactly what he wanted to punch.
Before Potter, Draco and Weasley could make their way out of the entrance hall; Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle rushed past them and blocked the stairs. Zabini snatched the package from Potter, weighed it in his hands and threw it back to him.
"That's a broomstick." He said, the jealousy on his face making Draco forget his own and smirk.
"Good observation Zabini." Draco snapped, "It only looks exactly like a broom."
Zabini glared at the blonde and then turned his attention back to Potter, "First Years aren't allowed to have brooms, you're in for it now Potter."
Weasley's face started to turn as red as his hair, "Why don't you sod off Zabini? Your ugly face is starting to make me sick."
"At least my face is clean." He sneered, turning his attention back to Draco. "What was the broom you had Draco? A Comet Two Sixty?" Zabini smirked, "I bet you would love nothing more than to steal that broom wouldn't you Malfoy? Daddy isn't going to spoil you anymore."
Draco clenched his fists together and started to chant in his head to not hit the boy in front of him. "Actually Zabini, you're halfway right." He forced a smile on his face and then got nose to nose with the other boy, "I would love nothing more, then to steal that broom, grab you by your robes, fly off to the lake and drop you in it and watch the squid eat you – that is what I would love to do." He turned back to see Potter and Weasley staring at him with wide eyes, "Now, if you don't mind we have somewhere to be."
Right before Draco could shove past him Professor Flitwick walked over to them, standing at Zabini's elbow, "Not arguing, I hope boys?" he squeaked.
"Potter's got a broom stick." Zabini said, smirking the whole while.
"Oh yes! That's right!" Flitwick said, his face beaming up at Potter. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. What model is it?"
"It's a Nimbus Two Thousand sir." Potter said, looking as if he was trying not to laugh. Draco didn't even try to hide the glee he felt when he saw the horror on Zabini's face. Potter looked at Zabini then, "It's actually thanks to Zabini that I got it in the first place." He smiled at the other boy for a moment and Draco bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from smirking.
Maybe Potter wasn't completely terrible.
The three of them started to head upstairs, chuckling the entire way. Even though he was still completely outraged knowing that Potter was on the Quidditch team, the look on Zabini's face almost made the entire situation worth it.
As they reached the top of the staircase Potter busted out laughing, "It's true though, if he wouldn't have stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouldn't be on the team…"
Before Draco could put any thought into the comment, someone from behind them spoke.
"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" Granger spat at them, stomping up the stairs shaking her head at the package Potter was carrying.
"I thought you weren't talking to us." Potter said.
"Yeah, don't stop now." Weasley muttered, "It's doing us so much good."
Granger glared at all of them and marched away with her nose turned up.
Once they reached the Gryffindor Tower Draco crossed his arms and stopped walking. "Alright Potter, how did you get on the team?"
"Well…" The boy scratched the back of his head, messing his hair up even more. "When Zabini threw Neville's Remembrall, I chased after it and caught it…McGonagall saw me and then told Wood that she found him a Seeker."
"YOU'RE A SEEKER!?" Draco hollered, his grey eyes narrowed and he nearly groaned. Why did good things keep happening to other people? "First Years aren't supposed to play Quidditch." He finally managed.
Weasley grinned, "He's the first one in a century!"
"I know that Weasley." He ground out. He glanced between Potter and Weasley for a moment and finally sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're lucky Potter, if they would let first years try out then you never would have had a chance."
Potter grinned, "I'm sure I wouldn't have." Draco knew that he wasn't being taken seriously, but he brushed it aside and turned on his heel. "See ya Malfoy." Potter called.
Draco waved at him nonchalantly, walking through the portrait hole and walking down the corridor.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco stopped walking and almost fell down an entire flight of stairs. He turned on his heel to see Professor Dumbledore standing in the corridor next to him. He was smiling and watching him with amused eyes. Draco quickly scrambled over to the headmaster, embarrassed and confused.
"Um – Good morning Professor." He managed. His grey eyes glanced up curiously at Dumbledore, who was still looking at him with the same amused expression.
"You have a visitor in my office." Dumbledore said, his smile slowly slipping. Draco stared at him for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched together. "Come." He continued, the smile on his face again. He placed a hand on Draco's back and started to direct him down the corridor. It was quiet for few seconds before Dumbledore said anything, "I must say Mr. Malfoy, I was surprised when I saw where the hat put you. I don't think I've met a Malfoy who hasn't been in Slytherin." He winked at him then, "You would be the first."
Draco nodded mutely, taking a deep breath. His heart started to pound in his chest and his thoughts were all over the place. He thought back to his father's letter and had to keep himself from shaking his head. Zabini had probably told his father everything that had happened since then and he was probably about to be disowned. He glanced up to see that Dumbledore was staring straight ahead, his expression unreadable.
"Mr. Malfoy, your mother is part of the Black family, is she not?"
Draco almost jumped from the sudden question. "Yes Professor."
"I do know of one Black who was sorted into Gryffindor."
He almost stopped walking then. He looked up and saw Dumbledore smiling again, "If I might ask Professor, who?" His voice was small and he almost completely forgot he was about to walk into the Headmaster's office.
"Sirius Black."
Draco blinked, the name sounding slightly familiar. "Isn't he in Azkaban now? For killing some people?" He remembered overhearing his Father and Mother mention it one day at dinner.
Dumbledore pinched his lip together and then smiled, "There are some things we can never know for sure Mr. Malfoy."
Before Draco could ask any more questions they stopped walking. There were two gargoyles on either side of an empty doorway. Dumbledore smiled at them and they bowed their heads at him, he ushered Draco into the open doorway and waved at him.
"When you are finished, all you need to do it walk on the staircase and it will bring you back down." He smiled at the blonde who was staring at him with wide eyes, "Have a good day Mr. Malfoy."
A moment later the cement floor that Draco was standing on started to raise out of the ground. He realized that it was a staircase that was built into the ground and was slowly rising. His heart started to pound in his chest even harder and he glanced around him. There was no way to escape and even if he tried to run back down the staircase Dumbledore would be standing there expecting him to. He cracked his knuckles, trying to stop his hands from shaking.
"Pull yourself together." He muttered to himself. He felt like a complete coward and the last thing he needed to have a panic attack. He was a Malfoy – Malfoy's bowed down to no one, they were cunning, stubborn and headstrong. He would be fine.
The staircase stopped moving suddenly and all the encouragement he had just given himself was gone. His grey eyes glanced around the office at first; it was completely different than any of the classrooms or offices he had seen so far. The room was round and was filled with strange little noises; there were weird little devices on shelves puffing out smoke. Portraits covered the walls with the previous headmasters and headmistresses, some of the portraits were empty while others were staring at him with their eyebrows raised. There was a huge desk in the middle of the room, covered with books, stray papers and strange figurines. There was a shelf behind the desk where the Sorting Hat was sitting and in front of the desk there were two chairs.
His grey eyes went wide and he almost took a step back.
In one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk sat a man with long, blonde hair, the same exact shade as Draco's. They were staring at him with the same grey eyes and their skin was just as pale. They were wearing expensive robes and had a cane leaning against their chairs.
Lucius Malfoy, his father was sitting there staring at him.
Draco opened his mouth to speak but closed it quickly. He glanced behind him and saw that the staircase was gone and he barely kept himself from gasping. He couldn't escape. He looked back at his father to see him staring at him still with a raised eyebrow.
"Draco," Lucius waved him over, "Sit" He pointed at the chair next to him and slowly Draco obeyed. He walked over and sat in the chair, his legs not even touching the ground. He felt small compared to his father, who was leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees.
It was quiet for a moment and before Draco could get used to the situation his father spoke, "How are you enjoying this school?" His voice was completely even and he was staring at the gold and red tie Draco was wearing.
He messed with his tie subconsciously and then shrugged, not daring to meet his father's eyes. "It's enjoyable." He finally managed, his throat feeling dry.
"So I assume that you would say no if I asked you if you would rather go to Durmstrang?" He voice wasn't hostile, rather he sounded as if he had expected his son to say that. Draco shook his head slowly, his voice gone. It was quiet for a few more seconds before Lucius stood up and started to pace around the room, "Draco, do you have any idea why I'm here?"
Draco shook his head, "I don't know father." His mind went back to the letter he had gotten a few weeks ago and the twisting feeling in his chest returned.
"After I sent you that letter, your mother was not pleased with me." He finally said, "She demanded that I write you an apology." He shook his head, "I refused to though and told her that you were sensible enough to understand what I was saying and how I meant it."
It was quiet for another minute and Draco thought he might throw up.
"I see however, that I was wrong." He said harshly. His grey eyes were narrowed and he walked over to sit back down in the chair across from Draco, "Severus came to me a few days ago and told me that you went to him claiming that we hated you." He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees again and leaned forward, "Now Draco, would you care to explain?"
Draco swallowed hard and his hands started to shake again. "I – I asked him if he hated me too." He whispered, his eyes starting to burn.
"Now, why in Merlin's name would you ask him that?!" Lucius asked exasperated.
"Because I wanted to know." Draco said quietly, "I wanted to know if he hated me too."
"Hated you too!? Draco what are you talking about?" His father was staring at him, his eyebrows scrunched together, "Why would you even think you had to ask him that?"
He pushed himself back into the chair as far as he could. "When I finally wrote to you and mother, you didn't respond right away and then…when you did…" He thought back to the letter and blinked back the tears he had been fighting ever since he had read it, "after I read it, I knew you hated me." His voice was quiet and he knew he looked weak, he looked childish. "I asked Severus if he hated me too."
Lucius had his hands laced together, staring at Draco with an unreadable expression. He took a deep breath through his nose and shook his head. "Draco, you have to have more sense than this." He finally said, "You think that your mother and I hate you? Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?"
Draco did nothing. He didn't want to look at his father and he didn't want to talk to him either. He didn't want to sit there and get lectured when Draco knew the truth. He wasn't an idiot – he understood that he wasn't supposed to be in Gryffindor, or talk to muggleborns or associate too much with half bloods and he understood that no matter what Severus said, his father and mother didn't want him anymore – they hated him.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, look at me."
He slowly looked up to see his father's grey eyes narrowed at him, "How could you think something like that?"
"You said you were disappointed in me and said that I was ruining our name."
Lucius took a deep breath and sighed, "Draco, I have raised you to be smarter than this, of course I was surprised when I read your letter. There has never been a Malfoy in Gryffindor." He leaned back in his chair and then pinched the bridge of his nose, "That however, does not mean for a second that your mother or I, hate you – that is completely ridiculous."
Draco opened his mouth but Lucius shook his head, silencing him. "How could you think for a second that I could hate you?"
They sat there in silence for a few seconds. Draco wasn't sure what he should have been thinking. He felt strange and with each passing second the feeling started to grow. How could he have thought any different? How did his father expect him to take his letter?
"What was I suppose to think?" Draco finally said, his voice coming back to him. "You didn't write me back for days and then when you did…you basically said that I was a sorry excuse for a son."
"That is not what I said!"
"That's what you meant!" Draco snarled.
A loud smack echoed throughout the room a moment later, Lucius's gloved hand slapping Draco across the face. Two sets of grey eyes went wide and neither of them said anything. It wasn't the first time his father had ever hit him, he had been spanked and disciplined before, so Draco didn't understand why he was so surprised. Both of them sat back in their chairs and when Draco glanced down he noticed his father's hands were shaking.
"I didn't want this." Draco finally said, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "I sat down, completely expecting to be sorted into Slytherin." He thought back to what the Sorting Hat had told him, "It told me that I was different and next thing I know it screams Gryffindor and I'm being ushered to their table." He rubbed the side of his face, a red mark starting to emerge on his skin. "The only person who was nice to me was Longbottom at first, even though I was mean to him."
Lucius said nothing; he just stared at him, his eyes more intense than Draco had ever seen them. He took a deep breath and then continued. "Since Longbottom was the only person who was nice to me, I decided that it'd be better to go ahead and hang around with him, so I wasn't alone." He ran a hand through his hair and then shrugged, "The two…half blood boys that I talk to, they're just always there and if I…" He looked at his father head on and shrugged, "If I were to tell them not to speak to me because of their blood, if I was too tell the muggle born girl not to speak to me and call her a….mudblood, then I would be a total outcast and I wouldn't survive here."
It was quiet for a moment and Lucius ran a hand through his pale blonde hair. "I asked Dumbledore if I could change your house, he said that if it was what I thought best, then I could."
Before Draco realized what he was doing, he was shaking his head. "No – I don't want to be anywhere near Zabini."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, seeming to be interested in that subject. "Why ever not? You two have practically grown up together."
"Because he's a prat and if I have to stay in the same room as him I'll get expelled." Draco said while crossing his arms.
"What has Blaise done to suddenly make you change your opinion about him?"
Draco sighed, "He's…I mean…it's nothing to worry about, he just gets on my nerves."
Lucius smiled, "Draco, it must be a big deal if you jinxed him off of his broom and told him that maybe he'd be better at flying if he had a father to teach him."
"You…you know about that?" Draco's eyes went wide. "He was being terrible...I mean, he's just so…"
"I'm not angry about that, I actually found it rather amusing." Lucius glanced at the clock that Dumbledore had hanging on his wall, "You're missing your lessons."
"It's fine." Draco said quickly, not wanting to leave. It was the first time he and his father had actually had a conversation about something so controversial. It was the first time since he'd been at Hogwarts that he felt as if it'd be okay to go back home.
"It's a strange thing, knowing that you're not going to be experiencing the same things I did in school – your experience will be different. Draco – I'm surprised and by no means pleased that you ended up in Gryffindor but that doesn't change the fact that you are my son and your mother and I care about you more than anything else in this world." Lucius sighed, obviously struggling. "I don't like the fact that you are hanging around with half breeds and mudbloods. I don't like that you hang around the Longbottom boy – I especially don't like knowing that you want to stay there, rather than change into Slytherin. However – you are a Malfoy and you know best how to survive. I suppose if you changed houses now, you wouldn't last, you've burned too many bridges already."
Draco nodded mutely, his heart pounding in his ears.
"I don't want you associating too much with that mudblood girl if you can help it – we do have a name to uphold. I understand however you cannot avoid her completely." Lucius spat the word out with as much venom as Draco thought he could and then closed his eyes, looking irritated. "Just try to not bring too much attention onto yourself Draco."
Draco was about to open his mouth to speak but Lucius put his hand in the air to silence him, "I do not want excuses. Please – just do as I say."
"Your father said what?!" Longbottom gasped, throwing his hands over his mouth and his eyes widening to the point where Draco thought they might fall out.
Draco shrugged, "He said that he didn't hate me and that even though he wasn't happy, he understood."
"Wow." Neville said, leaning back in the chair with a goofy grin on his face. "I never thought something like that was possible."
Draco narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, "What is that supposed to mean Longbottom?" He hissed, already back to wanting to defend his father again.
His father had left after his small speech, telling Draco to write and that he'd see him in a few months for Christmas break. It was strange to him, knowing that his father didn't hate him and actually having his blessing in a strange way. Draco still understood that he wasn't happy about it and that he didn't approve of it but at least he wasn't going to disown him.
"Well…." Longbottom started, "he kinda has a reputation of being…"
"Being a what?" Draco snapped.
"Of being a you-know-who lover." A different voice answered.
Draco turned in his chair to see Weasley standing in the doorway to the Common Room.
He wasn't sure what to do for a split second. The words surprised him so much that they almost paralyzed him. However, Draco stood up a second later his mind already in the process of wanting to defend his father anyway he could. His anger already started to get the better of him before he could read too much into the words. He had his fists clenched at his sides and started to stalk over to the other boy.
"What did you just say?" He whispered, his eyes starting to resemble a storm.
Weasley shrugged, "I'm only saying what I've heard."
Draco was nose to nose with the red head, "Where exactly did you hear something like that?" He hissed, shoving Weasley back against the wall. He was so angry he didn't care who saw him. He was so full of rage that he didn't care what Weasley said after that, he was going to make him pay.
Weasley shoved him back, "Sod off Malfoy – just because you think your father is some kind of Saint doesn't mean it's true."
"Ronald Weasley!"
Percy was in the room, his eyes narrowed at his little brother. "You apologize to him right now Ronald or I swear by Merlin's name that I'll have you in detention with Professor Snape for a month and I'll write and tell mother and father what you just said."
"I'm not saying anything that's not true!" Weasley snapped, "It's true! His father used to be a follower of you-know-who!"
Before Percy could retort Draco pulled back his fist and pushed forward with so much force that his fist hit Weasley in the face and pushed him back against the wall. The sound of skin hitting skin along with bones crushing echoed throughout the room a moment later and Draco clutched his hand to his chest, cursing under his breath. Blood was running down Weasley's face and Draco's hand was covered in it.
"YOU BLOODY SON OF A – "
"RONALD WEASLEY!" Percy screamed.
Draco glared at the boy in front of him and was about to try and hit him again but was pulled back suddenly. "Let me go!" He screamed, shaking his shoulders back and forth and trying to free his arms.
Percy marched over to the youngest Weasley and grabbed him by the arm roughly, "Let's go." He said harshly, he turned to look at Draco then and shook his head. They walked through the portrait hole and Draco was left still struggling. He was let go quickly and he whirled around to see Potter standing there with a mixed expression on his face.
"I'm sorry." He finally said; his black hair a complete mess as usual.
Draco said nothing; he just shoved past him and quickly made his way up the stairs. When he reached his bed he placed his hands on the foot-board and started to rock back and forth, trying to regulate his breathing. He was so angry – how dare Weasley say something about his father. Who did he think he was? His father would never do something like that – he knew better, he bowed down to no one
Draco ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. It didn't matter. None of that mattered because he didn't care what Weasley thought. All that mattered was that he was going to have a place to go home too still and his father didn't hate him.
I know this was a strange chapter and that you're probably wondering why Lucius was very…strangely calm about the entire thing. He did have a few weeks to get used to the idea and also, well I can't tell you because it could ruin some things later but there is a reason he wasn't a complete wreck.
Anyway, please review if you get a chance!
-C