Translucent Moonlight

By: Grey Wolf

Disclaimer: Drake Cerberus and the exchange students are mine. Kelly is um well Kelly. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling.  Anyway this is about an exchange wizard for South Africa, cause that's where I'm from so deal. Okay then, enjoy =^-^=

 

Note: If I have offended then I am sorry. Yes I am South African (a white one, believe it or not), I didn't mean to insult the English. I didn't mean you where pasty, just trying to get the point across that Drake has a nice tan… . SORRY!!!!

Okay that done; Poor, poor Drake has been exhausted and has been taken to the hospital wing to be cared for. Lupin has discovered that it was Draco's dad after Drake.  Now what will happen?  

Important: Squall Leonhart (man if I put this on a ff8 story people would laugh at me) if you read this, thanks for reading all my stories and please, please leave an email address I want to thank you in person had get your personal opinion and I want to write you a Fan fiction.

I'm in heaven at the moment, and no Damien it is not because of my bf. It is because I finally found a computer that plays music CDs. Incidental it is also the only computer in the house that hasn't have window xp (the smiley says it all-personal opinion) on it.

Sins of the father

Draco had no idea what his dad had been up to, or in fact any of what had happened to Drake that whole day. He had had a ruff time as of late, his grades had been poor and his father would not stand for it any longer. Thus for once in his live Draco had been concentrating on his school work, which trust me is hard when you are in love.

Yes Draco had giving the feelings he had for Drake a name, and a properly dangerous one at that. Not that the name was wrongly giving; it was more suited than 'friendship' or 'kinship' but the facts where that he didn't know what Drake or in fact anyone else would say about this description of his feelings. He knew it wasn't Love; it wasn't a physical love but then again it was. Drake seemed to light up his cold dark world with a single smile and warm it with a gentle touch on the shoulder. As you could imagine, Draco was so confused he didn't know if he should kiss Drake or run in terror. He was scared of pushing the other boy away with acting but he was also scared of losing him by doing nothing.

And that is the state of perplexity he was in as he sat in his magimatics class. He didn't hear a word the professor was saying about the possibilities of fluctuations in certain magical equations (a/n: just writing about this makes me think about my old Math teacher and that causes me to get the creeps. I have math, I hate math. Poor Draco). He also didn't notice professor Lupin coming in with Teardrop in his arms; the little wolf had decided that she liked Lupin. In fact she liked him so much that she had nodded off, feeling completely save in the werewolf's arms.

Lupin talked to the professor in hushed tones and the students in the front rows leaned forward to try their luck at hearing what their favorite teacher was saying (a/n: yes even Slytherin likes Lupin in my story, hey it's my story deal with it). They all caught the names 'Draco Malfoy' and 'Drake Cerberus' fall from Lupin's lips and all turned slightly to give a backwards glare at Draco. Pansy went one further by turning around fully and staring at Draco, who was sitting behind her in the forth row, with an angry scroll on her face. She didn't like Drake one bit and she had made it very clean in their common room and she enjoyed him being late and getting lost but there was still one thing that scared her, one thing that terrified her: She saw Draco's reactions around Drake and she knew that in time she might lose all hopes of marrying Draco and getting her hands on the Malfoy millions (A/n: so I'm corny and cliché, I like my plot). She had to do something to get around Drake and she was starting to form a plan of her own for claiming Draco's heart, and money, for herself….

In the mean while Draco had become aware of all the eyes on him and had snapped out of his perplexities only just in time to see Lupin and Teardrop before Lupin raises his hand and beckons to him to come. He packs up his books and quills and follows Lupin out into the hallway. Once outside the class room Teardrop wakes up suddenly and up on seeing Draco she leaps into his arms and licks his face, making little sad noises as if to tell him about her master's fate. Of course Draco couldn't understand her, but Lupin could. He reaches out to her and runs his hand over her head with a soft shhh, to go with it. Teardrop quiets down and Lupin leads Draco to an empty class room.

Once there Draco can't stand it any longer, his imagination creating fantastical and scary images about what could have happened to Drake. "What happened to Drake professor? Is he alright?" he asks, fighting to hide the concern and the fear in his voice but failing. Lupin looks at him a moment without speaking. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans against the teacher's desk which stood in front of the class. After considering his words carefully he opens his mouth.

"When last did you see your father Malfoy?" This caught Draco off guard and made his suspicious but he knew better then to mess with the werewolf, or to lie to him. "I last saw him on platform 9 & ¾. Why?" Draco asked with his icy mask on his face and his arrogance in his voice. "Did you know your father was here today?" Lupin asked, carefully watching Draco for the signs of lying. The look of shock and surprise on Draco's face told him that this was news to him. "What happened?" Draco asked sadly, guessing that this had something to do with Death Eaters and Drake.

"Drake was almost captured by your father; he is in the hospital wing now because he has exhausted himself trying to escape. We all know your father is a Death Eater, Draco; everyone knows it but can't prove it. Now tell me what your father and Voldemort wants with Drake. Why is he so important all of a sudden?" Lupin asked and watched Draco again for the slightest sign of anything. All he found was anger.

"What makes you think I know anything? If I had any part in this I would have given Drake over to Voldemort a long time ago, I had plenty of chances! I am not my father, I don't serve Voldemort. I am not his puppet. Don't ever accuse me of hurting or wanting to hurt Drake. He's my friend, no he's more. I would never hurt him." Just then the bell went and Draco picked up his book bag. "If you'll excuse me, professor, I have potions. Snape will not be happy if I'm late." And with that he turned to the door and left, slamming the door loudly behind him.

Lupin sat there, telling himself that he had not handled that well at all. Sirius came out of the shadows where he had been hiding the whole time and changes into human form. Lupin frowns at this but says nothing about the dangers of doing this to his friend.

"You did the best you could. At lest we know he's loyalties lies with Drake and not Lucius. That could prove useful to know later on." Sirius soothed as best he could.

"I suppose, but I still feel uneasy about the boy, there is…. something. I can't place my finger on it but I know there is something." Lupin signed as he straightened up and left to teach his next class and wonder about Draco.

Draco had made it to the dungeon in time for his lesson. He sat down in his usual place in the class but he sat alone now. His so called friends were in no mood for him at the moment, not after what had happen in the magimatics, the students had become wary of anyone who got called out of class. It didn't take Snape long to notice that his nephew was not in class.

"Does anyone know where Cerberus is?" He asked in his tired voice and as an arrow shoots from a bow Hermione's hand shot up in the air. Snape ignored it, turning to Draco, who held Teardrop in his lap. "Where is he Malfoy?" At this Draco explained the incident, leaving out the part that involved his father.

Soon Draco was on his way with Teardrop in his arms to check and stay with Drake, on Snape's command. He had been non to pleased that Drake had been left alone. Draco entered the hospital wing rather easily, there was a new in-training nurse that thought highly of Snape for some reason and let him in.

Drake had recovered most of his strength and was awake, merely staring at the ceiling and thinking about his promise to Peeves. He didn't like it one bit but he knew it would be hard to get out of. What he promised could kill any friendship there was between him and Draco forever, but he had promised and Peeves did save his life so now he owed Peeves or rather Draco a big kiss. One he was not looking forward to. Atop of all that Peeves wanted a picture to do with as he pleased, which would not be anything good and would involved the whole school no doubt.

Drake was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Draco until he sat down next to him on the bed. Drake got such a fright that he fell of the other side. Draco leaned over the side to peer at Drake. "You okay?" he asked and expended a hand to held Drake up. "Yeah I am. I was just thinking." He said as he took Draco's hand and got up. He sat down on the bed again and Teardrop sat down in his lap.

There was an uneasy silence between them, broken only by Teardrops breathing. She looked from one to the other, waiting for one to speak. They both only sat there with their eyes down cast to their hands, each with his own burning secret that was eating him alive. It became unbearable and they both look up, their eyes meeting. Draco was the first to speak for Drake didn't have the courage.

"Drake I'm sorry. The Death Eater that was after you is my… my father." Draco looked down at his hands again and then glanced up at Drake. He only sat there for a moment too stunned to speak. Then his anger and hurt grew. For a moment he wanted to chase Draco out of the room but the hurt written in Draco's eyes stopped him. Draco looked miserable. "Harry told me your father was a Death Eater." Drake said sounding old and tired.

"Are you mad at me? If I knew it was my father I'd have…" Draco started but Drake lifted his hand for silence. "Draco please, I don't blame you. Could you maybe leave now? I want to be alone."

Not a word passed Draco's lips as he got up and left. Teardrop gave a small sad howl but Drake ignored her and turned on his stomach, burying his face in the pillows. Telling Draco to go was one of the hardest things for him to do. He didn't want to be alone but he couldn't look at the son of his greatest fear…

To be continued…