Draco found his mother in the kitchen, talking to Jaclyn, his Veela aunt. Draco did not like her much, she was a big bitch and very obnoxious (even worse than Draco himself!). Not all Vela's were that way though, he thought, because Narcissa, Draco's mother, is part Veela.
"Hello Draco, my do you look wonderfully handsome today," Jaclyn said. 'Oh shut up,' Draco thought to himself.
"Hello Aunt Jaclyn, what are you doing here?" he said, very coldly. She pretended not to notice.
"Just dropped by for a visit before the wedding," she said, looking at him. Draco sighed. Jaclyn was getting married to Angus McNair, a Death Eater, and Jaclyn wanted Draco to go, but he would rather spend the summer at Potter's House than go.
"Yes, well, I hope your wedding goes well," Draco sneered, "I am so sorry I won't be able to attend, but, you see, school," he told her with fake sympathy. Once again, she pretended she didn't notice it. Her total lack of caring that he didn't care annoyed him. He decided to make a quick exit.
"Oh, well that's just to bad, Angus and I were hoping you would attend." She said flatly, once again, like she didn't care.
"Yes, too bad, mum, will you come up and see me in my room, later," he said pointedly at Narcissa. She nodded and smiled. Draco went back upstairs.
Once he got to his room, he sat on the big bed, and went back to thinking about what he was thinking this morning, before he saw Snape and his father. He was very annoyed with Harry. Harry had sent an owl fto him, that morning, telling him he had a letter to his father Lucius.
That would not have been a problem, except for the fact that Potter opened it and it was jinxed, so that if anyone except for Lucius Malfoy got it, they would be doomed to present the letter to either Lucius or Draco. And, both knew very well that Lucius would kill Harry, so, he sent an owl to Draco, asking him to help.
Draco would not have minded at all if Harry got killed by his father, but Albus Dumbledore, knowing that Draco was not a supporter of Voldemort, and never would be, had entrusted Draco to help Harry if the need arises, and, to spy on his father.
It was a very risky thing to do, but Lucius Malfoy had no clue of his sons spying. Draco helped with the spying part happily, mainly because he hated his father and Voldemort, but the whole protecting Harry thing, he did not enjoy at all. But, Dumbledore trusted him with this job, and, as he was the only one who could do it, he decided to set off that evening, after he talked to his mother.
Narcissa was not a supporter of Voldemort, in fact, she did not even love Lucius, but rather, she got married to him, because he made her. Lucius wanted the most beautiful women to have children with, and, as Narcissa was the most beautiful girl at the time he decided he would marry, he decided he would have her.
Neither Draco nor Narcissa knew what he did to get her, for he had modified Narcissa's memory. So all she could remember was the wedding. But, both mother and son hated him.
Draco got off his bed, and opened his wardrobe. He found himself looking at his reflection. He regarded himself carefully. Most girls thought he was handsome, but did not like him, because he was in Slytherin, and not exactly the nicest guy in the world, plus, with his silvery blonde hair and cold gray eyes, he looked rather evil. "I don't look evil..." he said to no one in particular.
He heard his mother come in, and he looked over at the door. "Mum," he said, "I have to go tonight, to see Harry Potter, he got himself in trouble, again."
Narcissa smiled at her son. "You will be careful, won't you?" he nodded. "What should I tell your father?"
'Uh oh,' Draco thought to himself. "I... er... haven't thought of an excuse yet, mum."
Narcissa sighed. "Okay, well, I shall think of one to tell him. He won't notice you are gone until tonight, that gives me plenty of time to think of one." She kissed him on the cheek. "Be careful Draco dear, I will send Nubis up her with some food for your journey. She apparated. A minute later, Nubis, the Draco family servant, who happened to be a ghost, appeared, with a large bag of food.
"Thank you Nubis," Draco said, and he disappeared.
Sighing, Draco went to his open wardrobe and pulled out his favorite traveling clothes. A pair of jeans, and a silk shirt, both black, as all his clothes were. Then he grabbed a few other outfits, including a pair of wizard robes, and stuffed them into his bag, which had a charm on it to hold tons of stuff in a little space. He closed his wardrobe, put on his shoes, and stuffed the bag of food into the traveling bag.
Then, he pulled out his map of the house (much like Harry's Marauder's map) and saw that his father was in his drawing room. "Good," Draco said aloud, "That will make it much easier to get out." He set the map on his bed, and quickly changed into his traveling clothes, and opened the trap door under a loose floorboard, threw his bag into the hole, and jumped in after.
Disclaimer I only own Nubis, and what I said in the previous chapter. J.K. Rowling owns everything else.
"Hello Draco, my do you look wonderfully handsome today," Jaclyn said. 'Oh shut up,' Draco thought to himself.
"Hello Aunt Jaclyn, what are you doing here?" he said, very coldly. She pretended not to notice.
"Just dropped by for a visit before the wedding," she said, looking at him. Draco sighed. Jaclyn was getting married to Angus McNair, a Death Eater, and Jaclyn wanted Draco to go, but he would rather spend the summer at Potter's House than go.
"Yes, well, I hope your wedding goes well," Draco sneered, "I am so sorry I won't be able to attend, but, you see, school," he told her with fake sympathy. Once again, she pretended she didn't notice it. Her total lack of caring that he didn't care annoyed him. He decided to make a quick exit.
"Oh, well that's just to bad, Angus and I were hoping you would attend." She said flatly, once again, like she didn't care.
"Yes, too bad, mum, will you come up and see me in my room, later," he said pointedly at Narcissa. She nodded and smiled. Draco went back upstairs.
Once he got to his room, he sat on the big bed, and went back to thinking about what he was thinking this morning, before he saw Snape and his father. He was very annoyed with Harry. Harry had sent an owl fto him, that morning, telling him he had a letter to his father Lucius.
That would not have been a problem, except for the fact that Potter opened it and it was jinxed, so that if anyone except for Lucius Malfoy got it, they would be doomed to present the letter to either Lucius or Draco. And, both knew very well that Lucius would kill Harry, so, he sent an owl to Draco, asking him to help.
Draco would not have minded at all if Harry got killed by his father, but Albus Dumbledore, knowing that Draco was not a supporter of Voldemort, and never would be, had entrusted Draco to help Harry if the need arises, and, to spy on his father.
It was a very risky thing to do, but Lucius Malfoy had no clue of his sons spying. Draco helped with the spying part happily, mainly because he hated his father and Voldemort, but the whole protecting Harry thing, he did not enjoy at all. But, Dumbledore trusted him with this job, and, as he was the only one who could do it, he decided to set off that evening, after he talked to his mother.
Narcissa was not a supporter of Voldemort, in fact, she did not even love Lucius, but rather, she got married to him, because he made her. Lucius wanted the most beautiful women to have children with, and, as Narcissa was the most beautiful girl at the time he decided he would marry, he decided he would have her.
Neither Draco nor Narcissa knew what he did to get her, for he had modified Narcissa's memory. So all she could remember was the wedding. But, both mother and son hated him.
Draco got off his bed, and opened his wardrobe. He found himself looking at his reflection. He regarded himself carefully. Most girls thought he was handsome, but did not like him, because he was in Slytherin, and not exactly the nicest guy in the world, plus, with his silvery blonde hair and cold gray eyes, he looked rather evil. "I don't look evil..." he said to no one in particular.
He heard his mother come in, and he looked over at the door. "Mum," he said, "I have to go tonight, to see Harry Potter, he got himself in trouble, again."
Narcissa smiled at her son. "You will be careful, won't you?" he nodded. "What should I tell your father?"
'Uh oh,' Draco thought to himself. "I... er... haven't thought of an excuse yet, mum."
Narcissa sighed. "Okay, well, I shall think of one to tell him. He won't notice you are gone until tonight, that gives me plenty of time to think of one." She kissed him on the cheek. "Be careful Draco dear, I will send Nubis up her with some food for your journey. She apparated. A minute later, Nubis, the Draco family servant, who happened to be a ghost, appeared, with a large bag of food.
"Thank you Nubis," Draco said, and he disappeared.
Sighing, Draco went to his open wardrobe and pulled out his favorite traveling clothes. A pair of jeans, and a silk shirt, both black, as all his clothes were. Then he grabbed a few other outfits, including a pair of wizard robes, and stuffed them into his bag, which had a charm on it to hold tons of stuff in a little space. He closed his wardrobe, put on his shoes, and stuffed the bag of food into the traveling bag.
Then, he pulled out his map of the house (much like Harry's Marauder's map) and saw that his father was in his drawing room. "Good," Draco said aloud, "That will make it much easier to get out." He set the map on his bed, and quickly changed into his traveling clothes, and opened the trap door under a loose floorboard, threw his bag into the hole, and jumped in after.
Disclaimer I only own Nubis, and what I said in the previous chapter. J.K. Rowling owns everything else.