Chapter 9
Ohhh. . .naughty, naughty dljewel!! All in good time!
I hate this chapter more than usual. . .I find it just plain confusing. And I wrote it. . .
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except the confusing bits.
Time Passes.
Draco was in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. His mother was downstairs somewhere, with one of her friends. She had a seemingly endless number of friends who streamed in and out of the house to make sure she was okay. Draco didn't mind; it kept her off his back. He was doing well with taking up his father's responsibilities, accounts and things for the Manor, and such like. Fortunately, he had a head for figures so Maths, as far as he was concerned, was easy. He had arranged everything for his father's funeral by himself. His mother was on a verge of a breakdown. He had written formal invitations to the funeral to all who were expecting one, i.e. family and close friends. And now. . .he looked down at the sheet of paper he was drafting on. So far he had, ' To Professor Snape,' and that was it. He had no idea how to start the letter. Questions filled his head. Nothing was suitable. He wasn't even sure that 'To Professor Snape' was right. Hell, he'd just have to write it any old how, see how it came out.
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Snape sat in his office holding the letter that an owl had just dropped off. He stared at Draco's curly handwriting on the envelope. What had he said inside? He didn't want to open it. He wanted to. What if it was just an ordinary letter? That's what you want. He told himself sternly. It is. Really. Slowly, he ripped open the envelope, and pulled out the letter. One sheet, one side of writing. Was this good or bad? He unfolded it and started to read.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dear Professor Snape, I hope I find you well. You asked for the funeral dates? The funeral will be held at the Manor at 2:00, next Friday. I do hope you can come; I would like to see you again. It has been arranged so that the reading of the Father's Will will be read out after the ceremony, so everyone will be present. Mother is in a bad state; nerves, I think. She said that she would like to see you again also, since you were such good friends with father. Yours truly, Draco Malfoy.
Snape finished reading and smiled. It must have been hard writing that, he thought. He'd done it well though. 'I would like to see you again'? That was a good sign. So was 'yours truly', but that might just have been Draco obeying the laws of letter writing. He stood up and went in search of the Head Master to ask for Friday off. When he returned, he pulled out a sheet of parchment, and wrote quickly,
Dear Mr. Malfoy, Thank you, I am very well. Please expect me at 2:00, next Friday; I have been given to afternoon off to attend. I look forward to seeing you also, and hope to be able to talk to you. Give your best to your Mother from me. Yours truly, Severus Snape.
He paused and read through his letter critically before putting it in an envelope and addressing it. 'Mr. Malfoy' was a bit formal, but he could hardly have called him Draco. What if Narcissa saw it? Besides which, he didn't know what Draco thought of him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what Draco thought of him. He strode down to the Owlery and sent the letter to the Manor with an Eagle owl.
~*~ There. That wasn't too painful, was it?! The next chapter will be in Draco's POV, and won't that be fun!! A-hem. I'll try and get the next chapter up tomorrow or the day after. Unfortunately, I'll be going back to school on Tuesday, so everything will slow riiight down. . .Never mind, only about. . .er. . .six more chapters, I think! Thanks go to all the reviews and reviewers!
Ohhh. . .naughty, naughty dljewel!! All in good time!
I hate this chapter more than usual. . .I find it just plain confusing. And I wrote it. . .
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything except the confusing bits.
Time Passes.
Draco was in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. His mother was downstairs somewhere, with one of her friends. She had a seemingly endless number of friends who streamed in and out of the house to make sure she was okay. Draco didn't mind; it kept her off his back. He was doing well with taking up his father's responsibilities, accounts and things for the Manor, and such like. Fortunately, he had a head for figures so Maths, as far as he was concerned, was easy. He had arranged everything for his father's funeral by himself. His mother was on a verge of a breakdown. He had written formal invitations to the funeral to all who were expecting one, i.e. family and close friends. And now. . .he looked down at the sheet of paper he was drafting on. So far he had, ' To Professor Snape,' and that was it. He had no idea how to start the letter. Questions filled his head. Nothing was suitable. He wasn't even sure that 'To Professor Snape' was right. Hell, he'd just have to write it any old how, see how it came out.
~*~
Snape sat in his office holding the letter that an owl had just dropped off. He stared at Draco's curly handwriting on the envelope. What had he said inside? He didn't want to open it. He wanted to. What if it was just an ordinary letter? That's what you want. He told himself sternly. It is. Really. Slowly, he ripped open the envelope, and pulled out the letter. One sheet, one side of writing. Was this good or bad? He unfolded it and started to read.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dear Professor Snape, I hope I find you well. You asked for the funeral dates? The funeral will be held at the Manor at 2:00, next Friday. I do hope you can come; I would like to see you again. It has been arranged so that the reading of the Father's Will will be read out after the ceremony, so everyone will be present. Mother is in a bad state; nerves, I think. She said that she would like to see you again also, since you were such good friends with father. Yours truly, Draco Malfoy.
Snape finished reading and smiled. It must have been hard writing that, he thought. He'd done it well though. 'I would like to see you again'? That was a good sign. So was 'yours truly', but that might just have been Draco obeying the laws of letter writing. He stood up and went in search of the Head Master to ask for Friday off. When he returned, he pulled out a sheet of parchment, and wrote quickly,
Dear Mr. Malfoy, Thank you, I am very well. Please expect me at 2:00, next Friday; I have been given to afternoon off to attend. I look forward to seeing you also, and hope to be able to talk to you. Give your best to your Mother from me. Yours truly, Severus Snape.
He paused and read through his letter critically before putting it in an envelope and addressing it. 'Mr. Malfoy' was a bit formal, but he could hardly have called him Draco. What if Narcissa saw it? Besides which, he didn't know what Draco thought of him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what Draco thought of him. He strode down to the Owlery and sent the letter to the Manor with an Eagle owl.
~*~ There. That wasn't too painful, was it?! The next chapter will be in Draco's POV, and won't that be fun!! A-hem. I'll try and get the next chapter up tomorrow or the day after. Unfortunately, I'll be going back to school on Tuesday, so everything will slow riiight down. . .Never mind, only about. . .er. . .six more chapters, I think! Thanks go to all the reviews and reviewers!