(More Than) A Few Years Later
Draco slammed his door and screamed. He was sick to death of the fighting. His father had argued some silly point with his mother. And then his mother had simply attacked his father. He had had enough of this bickering and violence. He wished his father would just leave his mother alone. Narcissa was only like this when Lucius was around her. He threw himself onto the bed and waited. Soon his mother would come up the stairs to see if he was okay.
He counted the seconds off on his fingers and reached forty before the door to his room opened. He looked up at his mother. She was beautiful and always had been. Her blue-green eyes sparkled whenever she smiled which wasn't often enough for Draco. Her long blond hair was always twisted up in some elaborate style.
"Draco? Are you…"
"I'm fine." Draco sat up on his bed and smiled at his mother. "Did Lucius hit you?"
"He's your father, Draco. Treat him with some respect." Narcissa sat down next to her son and hugged him tightly.
"Whatever. What was it this time?"
"I borrowed some of his potion ingredients to make a little something. He got angry."
"I heard him yelling at you about Hogwarts."
"I didn't like Potions then. I was terrible at it. He was just…"
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Reminding you. He's always reminding you." He stood up and kicked his bedpost. "Why does he always have to remind you? Does he honestly think you can't remember things?"
"Calm down, my dragon. Lucius has a lot of things on his mind."
"Yeah! Like serving that thing he calls Lord!"
Narcissa's surprise flashed across her face. "Draco! Don't let him hear that. I know you don't want to serve V… the Dark Lord, but it can't be helped."
"Yes, it can! I've decided that I won't do this. Not for Lucius, not for the Dark Lord, and not even for you, mother. I won't be what you all want me to be. I'm done with this."
"Draco, please just give me a little more time. I'll talk to Lucius about it soon."
"And he won't listen! You've been married to him for how long? Think about it, mother! All he cares about is putting Voldemort into power. I don't even matter to him anymore."
"That's not true. He loves you, Draco. He just has trouble showing it."
"Is that why he has a new lover every month?"
Narcissa sighed, "When did you find out?"
"At school! At bloody school from that stupid Weasel! He knew about my father's affairs, but did I? No!" Draco sank back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around his mother. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You deserve a happy life, my dragon. Better than what I've given you. Sometimes…" she kissed the top of her son's head. "Sometimes I wish I hadn't married Lucius. But then I wouldn't have you."
Draco's body shook with silent sobs. "I wish you hadn't married him either."
Draco slammed his door and screamed. He was sick to death of the fighting. His father had argued some silly point with his mother. And then his mother had simply attacked his father. He had had enough of this bickering and violence. He wished his father would just leave his mother alone. Narcissa was only like this when Lucius was around her. He threw himself onto the bed and waited. Soon his mother would come up the stairs to see if he was okay.
He counted the seconds off on his fingers and reached forty before the door to his room opened. He looked up at his mother. She was beautiful and always had been. Her blue-green eyes sparkled whenever she smiled which wasn't often enough for Draco. Her long blond hair was always twisted up in some elaborate style.
"Draco? Are you…"
"I'm fine." Draco sat up on his bed and smiled at his mother. "Did Lucius hit you?"
"He's your father, Draco. Treat him with some respect." Narcissa sat down next to her son and hugged him tightly.
"Whatever. What was it this time?"
"I borrowed some of his potion ingredients to make a little something. He got angry."
"I heard him yelling at you about Hogwarts."
"I didn't like Potions then. I was terrible at it. He was just…"
Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Reminding you. He's always reminding you." He stood up and kicked his bedpost. "Why does he always have to remind you? Does he honestly think you can't remember things?"
"Calm down, my dragon. Lucius has a lot of things on his mind."
"Yeah! Like serving that thing he calls Lord!"
Narcissa's surprise flashed across her face. "Draco! Don't let him hear that. I know you don't want to serve V… the Dark Lord, but it can't be helped."
"Yes, it can! I've decided that I won't do this. Not for Lucius, not for the Dark Lord, and not even for you, mother. I won't be what you all want me to be. I'm done with this."
"Draco, please just give me a little more time. I'll talk to Lucius about it soon."
"And he won't listen! You've been married to him for how long? Think about it, mother! All he cares about is putting Voldemort into power. I don't even matter to him anymore."
"That's not true. He loves you, Draco. He just has trouble showing it."
"Is that why he has a new lover every month?"
Narcissa sighed, "When did you find out?"
"At school! At bloody school from that stupid Weasel! He knew about my father's affairs, but did I? No!" Draco sank back down on the bed and wrapped his arms around his mother. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You deserve a happy life, my dragon. Better than what I've given you. Sometimes…" she kissed the top of her son's head. "Sometimes I wish I hadn't married Lucius. But then I wouldn't have you."
Draco's body shook with silent sobs. "I wish you hadn't married him either."
