Bond

Chapter 11 by WickedDiSaster

Draco was utterly perplexed when his father summoned him with not so much as an owl of warning. Now that he was walking to his office, his interest was more than slightly peaked. His father sat staring at the fire with his back to him, and Draco could feel the rage emanating from him in waves.

"Father," he said, trying to hide his anxiety.

"Sit." His father's voice echoed through the room.

Draco took the chair in front of him with slight apprehension, and a cup materialized in front of him as soon as took his seat.

"Drink," his father sneered, and Draco begrudgingly drank the truth serum, forcing himself not to blink or waver under his father's cold stare.

"Tell me, Draco, did you forget how to cast contraception spells?"

The question caught him off guard, but he didn't show it, "No, of course not, I've cast them since I was thirteen." No need to tell him he'd been casting them with the same witch ever since, or that it had been said witch, whom he learned them from.

"Did you start trusting the Mudblood to cast them for you?"

"No." He was the one to do it, it was always him, it was the gentlemanly thing to do, and he was anything if not careful with her since he kissed someone else in fourth year.

"How in the hell, then, did you get her pregnant?"

Those words shocked him to the last nerve ending in his body. He choked on his words. "What? No, that, that can't be, you are wrong. You must have made a mistake. That's not possible." Draco recovered his confidence with each word he said, it couldn't be, he was sure.

His father stared him down with a cold glare for a long time. It unnerved Draco to no end, so he broke the silence. He had to clear whatever delusion his father had; there was no point on any of this now. "You are mistaken," Draco started in an even voice, "I know she wasn't pregnant last time it happened, I made sure, I checked." He saw something flicker in his father's eyes, but he continued, "I haven't, we haven't, not anything of the sort since then," he couldn't say more with the truth serum running in his system, so he settled for that, not liking the furious look that overtook his father's eyes. He didn't understand it, Lucius knew he was telling the truth, he knew there was nothing to worry about now that he'd cleared his doubts, yet the fury in his eyes was unprecedented.

"She gave you a blow job today, didn't she?" Lucius hissed.

Draco's stunned face at his knowledge was all the answer Lucius needed. He crashed the cup in front of him against the wall.

"That conniving Mudblood whore!" his father roared.

Draco stood up, eying his father's irate pacing with bewilderment. Had he finally lost it? What was he on about? He kept muttering obscenities and firing curses against useless ornaments in his office.

Draco caught his attention before he destroyed his entire office. "Father," he started, and it was as if Lucius just remembered he was there, and Draco was, at least, glad his irate eyes were not directed at him. His anger, he realised, was directed at something completely different.

"She tricked you," Lucius mouthed with hatred.

Draco's bewilderment had reached a new level when he heard the words coming out of his mouth. "Father, what-" Draco tried to ask, but his father interrupted him.

"She tricked you into getting her pregnant, and now she's with child, Draco, YOUR child! She knows we will be held responsible if something happens to either of them. That deceitful cunt was smarter than I gave her credit for, she must have seen through your façade. She must have realised you were using her," Lucius continued muttering under his breath, but Draco had stopped listening.

He blanched, what was Lucius on about, that couldn't be, it couldn't be, he, he, "How?" Draco managed to voice with what little semblance of control he managed.

"It's one of the oldest tricks in the book, there's no way to prove it; not that it would be much help. You'd still have to marry her."

"Marry her?" the words seemed foreign to him, he felt as if in a dream, nothing made sense, was he still sleeping? Had he fallen into a nightmare that was taunting him with fake illusions? He could barely hear his father's voice still echoing through the room.

"… a relocating charm," his father muttered, making him finally understand what was going on.

"Does she hate you?" his father asked in the middle of his dawning comprehension. "What can we expect of her?" he pressed.

Draco answered before he could think it through, "She's in love with me, she's been in love from the start, you can expect her to comply with anything I tell her to, she," he stopped as he heard himself speak, shocking himself and his father with the truth of his words. He wanted to choke on them, and Lucius mistook his apprehension with horror when he urged him to continue.

"She…?"

Draco gulped, "She probably just wanted to marry me; she must have seen I was going to leave her eventually." Draco had to sit down. He couldn't believe his ears, had he really just figured that out? He needed to leave, he needed to storm out of that office, and he needed to do it now. "I need to leave," he said, getting up from his chair, while Lucius looked at him warily. He had only known the boy he'd been, the one who had tantrums, and cowered in fear of him. Lucius had never seen the man Draco had become, the man she had made of him.

"We haven't finished yet," Lucius told him, "You've reacted better to this than I would have expected."

Draco turned to glare at his father, "What else do you want from me? With this, you are most likely to get your ruddy vaults now. You are going to make me marry her one way or the other, and no amount of begging is going to change that. There's nothing you need to worry about concerning her now, because besides this scheme she managed to pull, she won't dare raise a finger against your plans. I'm going to leave now, because I can't stand the sight of you one more second. You make me nauseous."

Lucius looked at him with an empty expression on his face. "One day you'll understand, Draco, there's no other way out now."

Draco slammed the door shut behind him, breathing heavily and running towards the fire. His father was most likely able to hear him, but he didn't care. It fit his reaction anyway. Deep down he knew; he had probably just earned the modicum of respect for which he'd craved so much in his youth. Now that he couldn't care less for what the old coot thought of him. Now he was just trying to get away because that bloody serum had made him tell more truths than he had been able to process, and he was terrified of it happening again, of his father pulling out the truth.