Hey peoples who have ventured this far into my fic. Well here we are, the all important chapter seven. This may not include much romance but it is definitely important. Just to let you know this is all Draco and Lucius talking, but that just means you need to read it more. This explains how Lucius got Draco where he is now and it's not pretty. Thanks for getting at least here, Epequa ;)
Disclaimer: They just take away all my happiness. Anywho, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, Disney, and Verdi's family. They are so happy.
Chapter 7 - Fabricated
Draco had never really been to his father's room. He never really had a reason too. Well, tonight was reason enough. He wanted to end the engagement, and he wanted to now.
Lucius had the room closest to Voldemort's. After all, Lucius was his right hand man and his prime minister to all the death-eaters, so he needed to be at the Lord's side at all times.
For some odd reason, Draco knew where his father's room was, man he even knew the password. He had never been there but he still knew that. Then Draco remembered that his father gave it to him when he needed advice. No advice today, today was a day of letting go.
"Tan frio," he said to a blank wall.(A/N: just to let those who don't take Spanish or those that have never learned it, tan frio means as cold) The bricks slid around to reveal two doors. One was Draco's mother's, and the other was Lucius's. He entered his father's chambers for the first time in his life.
"My son, my son," he swept Draco up in a very odd, warm gesture. "What do you need to know?" Clearly Lucius had not forgotten his promise.
"I don't need anything." Lucius looked stunned. "I want to call off my engagement to Pansy."
"What?!?" sputtered Lucius, nearly choking on his own saliva. "You can't. You two were destined to be together. You have no other choice."
"You mean you have no other choice." Draco said quietly.
"What are you getting at boy?" he said, taking a step towards his son.
"There are tons of other options for me. I don't have to get married." Draco said.
"No there isn't. Do you want to waste the time I have spent getting you here?" Lucius said, trying to remain dignified.
"All you did was sleep with Hasina. She gave a good report about me that had barely any factual claims in it. Why can't I make a life for myself?" Draco asked.
"Because that's not the way that the Malfoys do it. If you don't take the destiny in front of you, you're missing on what every Malfoy has got to experience. And then what kind of life would your son have?" Lucius said.
"One that they liked and one that they built themselves, the kind of life I want, but thanks to you I get an insta-life, one that you wanted, I mean practically the whole Malfoy dynasty wanted." Draco shot back.
"Just take the way that was chosen for you..." Draco cut him off.
"Did you ever stop to think that I may have dreams as well? Ones that I want to fulfill, not my son. You look at a person and can easily determine their life not once ever thinking that they might want something different." As soon as Draco finished, Lucius started on him.
"You're ungrateful for everything that I've done. Do you think it was easy to keep all of this quiet from your mother and mostly from Voldemort." Lucius spat.
"How can I be grateful for something that wasn't made for me, nor for something that I don't want." Draco said, making his father madder.
"Get out." Lucius said, shaking.
"Thank you but I was just leaving." Draco left, hurtling up the stairs as fast as he could. He was going to the other place he never wanted to visit. But he had to. Hermione's words kept swirling in his head. He suddenly came to a stop in front of a painting.
"Kiwi-Guava," he said.
A/N: Ohhhh, a cliffie. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Hope you guys liked this one. Extra Cranberry sauce to my reviewers, I just love ya'll. Please review and you too can receive the Cranberry sauce I don't eat for Thanksgiving. Just four easy payments of 29.95. Send a self-addressed envelope to Weird people for weird things. PO box 5589 Goggle landing Sweaty Towel, CH. Just kidding, man I hate infomercials. Love always, Epequa ;)
Disclaimer: They just take away all my happiness. Anywho, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, Disney, and Verdi's family. They are so happy.
Chapter 7 - Fabricated
Draco had never really been to his father's room. He never really had a reason too. Well, tonight was reason enough. He wanted to end the engagement, and he wanted to now.
Lucius had the room closest to Voldemort's. After all, Lucius was his right hand man and his prime minister to all the death-eaters, so he needed to be at the Lord's side at all times.
For some odd reason, Draco knew where his father's room was, man he even knew the password. He had never been there but he still knew that. Then Draco remembered that his father gave it to him when he needed advice. No advice today, today was a day of letting go.
"Tan frio," he said to a blank wall.(A/N: just to let those who don't take Spanish or those that have never learned it, tan frio means as cold) The bricks slid around to reveal two doors. One was Draco's mother's, and the other was Lucius's. He entered his father's chambers for the first time in his life.
"My son, my son," he swept Draco up in a very odd, warm gesture. "What do you need to know?" Clearly Lucius had not forgotten his promise.
"I don't need anything." Lucius looked stunned. "I want to call off my engagement to Pansy."
"What?!?" sputtered Lucius, nearly choking on his own saliva. "You can't. You two were destined to be together. You have no other choice."
"You mean you have no other choice." Draco said quietly.
"What are you getting at boy?" he said, taking a step towards his son.
"There are tons of other options for me. I don't have to get married." Draco said.
"No there isn't. Do you want to waste the time I have spent getting you here?" Lucius said, trying to remain dignified.
"All you did was sleep with Hasina. She gave a good report about me that had barely any factual claims in it. Why can't I make a life for myself?" Draco asked.
"Because that's not the way that the Malfoys do it. If you don't take the destiny in front of you, you're missing on what every Malfoy has got to experience. And then what kind of life would your son have?" Lucius said.
"One that they liked and one that they built themselves, the kind of life I want, but thanks to you I get an insta-life, one that you wanted, I mean practically the whole Malfoy dynasty wanted." Draco shot back.
"Just take the way that was chosen for you..." Draco cut him off.
"Did you ever stop to think that I may have dreams as well? Ones that I want to fulfill, not my son. You look at a person and can easily determine their life not once ever thinking that they might want something different." As soon as Draco finished, Lucius started on him.
"You're ungrateful for everything that I've done. Do you think it was easy to keep all of this quiet from your mother and mostly from Voldemort." Lucius spat.
"How can I be grateful for something that wasn't made for me, nor for something that I don't want." Draco said, making his father madder.
"Get out." Lucius said, shaking.
"Thank you but I was just leaving." Draco left, hurtling up the stairs as fast as he could. He was going to the other place he never wanted to visit. But he had to. Hermione's words kept swirling in his head. He suddenly came to a stop in front of a painting.
"Kiwi-Guava," he said.
A/N: Ohhhh, a cliffie. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Hope you guys liked this one. Extra Cranberry sauce to my reviewers, I just love ya'll. Please review and you too can receive the Cranberry sauce I don't eat for Thanksgiving. Just four easy payments of 29.95. Send a self-addressed envelope to Weird people for weird things. PO box 5589 Goggle landing Sweaty Towel, CH. Just kidding, man I hate infomercials. Love always, Epequa ;)
