A/N: Okay! Enjoy this chapter! Please review! Or I won't update! Enjoy! This chapter is Authors POV. Once again. Oh, and to LadyWillowTree, I am warning you now, there is violence in the beginning of the chapter, but you can skip it. And I know, it's short, but they've been shorter before.
The Mudblood's Daughter
Draco looked at Ron, and smirked. "I'm here for Christmas. Why else would I be here?" he asked, biting back the urge to call Ron the meanest, most insulting names he could muster. Ron growled, his blue eyes blazing furiously. Draco lifted his hand, and pushed Ron's wand away from his neck. "And I would appreciate it if you did not point that piece of crap wand at me."
Ron lowered his wand, and glowered at Draco. Draco just smirked smugly back, his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, Ron's fist flew at his jaw, sending Draco sprawling backwards onto the carpet. Ron charged at him, and grabbed him by the hair. "You ignorant, filthy arsehole! How dare you show your face here!" Ron snarled, throwing Draco's head down to the ground. Draco launched himself upwards, ignoring the screams and yells of those around him and dove at Ron. Fists flying, the two fell into the couch. A resounding crack filled the room, but the two never noticed, as they continued to fight."After what you did to everyone! After what your father did! How dare you show you dirty rotten ferret face here!"
Ron was shouting, lashing out, kicking and hitting, while Draco responded furiously.
"I am not my father!" he growled, and Ron just punched him in the eye. Draco responded with a swift knee to groin, causing Ron's blue eyes to bulge, and groan in agony hands flying to his private's, as he curled up in the fetal position, crumpling to the ground.
"That... was such... a cheap shot," Ron gasped, and Draco smirked. Suddenly he fell t his knees in agony, as Ron's fist smashed into his groin, crushing his... unmentionables. Several gasps of sympathy for the men from the other men filled the room, as Ron and Draco lay on the floor, clutching their unmentionables in sheer agony. Hermione stood over them, a disappointed look on her face. Narca-Jane looked at her uncle, and her father, before taking her mothers stance of hands on her hips, ankle's one in front of the other.
"Honestly Ronald. You've been here three seconds, and you manage to destroy the couch. And I will have you know that I invited Draco," Hermione sighed, shaking her head, before holding her hand out to him to help him to his feet. Ron grasped it, groaning, and Hermione sharply tugged him to his feet, letting him stumble over to the edge of the couch. Ron grabbed it hard, and squeezed his eyes shut, before his body was free of pain. Shocked, he looked around, and saw his mother fuming, with her wand pointed at him. She had obviously cast the healing spell on him.
"Ronald Weasley! That attack was COMPLETELY unprovoked!" she boomed, and Ron's ears turned red, as she continued to give him a good old telling off, while Hermione helped Draco to his feet. She cast a quick spell on his cuts, healing them, and sighed at him. 'What!' he exclaimed, as she gave him a look only a mother could give. Draco immediately started to feel guilty, and Narca-Jane even backed away from her mother a bit.
"Draco, you shouldn't have hit him back," she stated. Narca-Jane nodded, agreeing with her mother.
"Yeah, you should have waited until he was asleep, and put a nasty hex on him, and itching powder down his pants," Narca-Jane instructed, and Hermione looked at her daughter, an eyebrow quirked and a dis-believing look in her eyes. Narca-Jane looked at her mother. "Pah-lease! I'm a Slytherin, mother. We fight sneaky."
Frowning, and also feigning ignorance because the less she new about her daughters pranks the better, Hermione looked at Draco again, who seemed to actually contemplating his daughters suggestion. "Draco!" she admonished, and he looked at her, both coldly, and innocently.
"What? I wasn't doing anything," he stated, and she narrowed her eyes, muttering 'but you were thinking it', and leaving him again, going into the kitchen where Molly had also retired to, and was now peeling potatoes. She picked up her wine again, and quickly drank it, before going to help Molly peel potatoes. It was al arge family, so they would need a lot of potatoes. And when it came to cooking, Molly liked to do everythign by hand. Draco looked at Narca-Jane, and patted her head. "You're definitely my daughter, coming up with that." he said proudly, and Narca-Jane shrugged and blushed.
"Actually...." Narca-Jane was cut to silence, as her eyes widened, looking past him. A sad look came on her face, and Draco looked behind him, to see the blue haired boy from the car, that had been called 'Teddy', and a blond haired girl talking, and holding hands. He winced, and turned back to Narca-Jane in time to see her eyes fill with tears, and run away, thundering up the stairs. The slamming of a door, bought Hermione out to check on everything, and when she saw Teddy and Victorie, and Draco looking like a lost lamb, she realised what must have happened. Draco came over to her.
"Should I go after her? Or is that your job?" he asked, and Hermione bit her lip, looking up the stairs, before pulling a chain up from around her neck, with a key on it. She handed it to him, and he looked confused at it.
"You go. Something tells me you need to do this," she said, and he gulped, nodding, before heading to the stairs. "Oh, and Draco, it the second room, on the fourth floor."
Draco nodded, and looked up the stairs, before going up them. Hermione followed him with ehr eyes, worried, before the front door opened.
"CHARLIE!?"
