All's Well That Ends Well (Maybe)

Draco threw a vial at the wall. It shattered beautifully. He picked up another vial and tossed it. He couldn't find enough things to break. He'd already gone through his father's bedroom and broken every window and mirror there. Then he'd moved on to his mother's room. Draco growled in anger. "Mother! Bloody hell! That wasn't her room anymore than it was mine!" He slammed his fist down on the formal dining room table. "Damn that Glamourie! Damn my father! Damn…"

He broke down in tears as he sank to the floor. Breaking things didn't help. Saving Potter hadn't helped. He still missed his father and mother. He still wished that he'd never read Snape's letter. Everything would still be fine. He would be comforting his mother and preparing a new life for himself. "Potter! I hate you!"

Snape heard the scream from the front hall. He frowned and made his way through the first floor until he found Draco slumped on the dining room floor. The older man watched the boy sob. He didn't know how to help Draco. "Mister Malfoy?"

"Go away!" Draco threw a vial at his Potions Master. "Leave me bloody alone!" His eyes filled with fresh tears. "It's not enough is it! He wants more doesn't he!"

"Who wants more?" Snape asked.

"Potty! Well, he can't have anymore! He took my mother! Isn't that enough!" Draco shrieked at Snape. "He can't have anymore! I won't allow it!"

Snape knelt on the floor and watched his favorite student fall apart. He knew that nothing he could say would help the boy. He was mourning not only his parents but someone who had cared about him and was now lost to him forever. "Draco, I…"

"Don't." The boy's voice dwindled. "Just leave me alone."

"I can't." Snape replied. "She's asked to see you. You won't come and see her. It hurts her, Draco."

"What do I care?"

"I think you care enough. Otherwise there would be no reason to destroy everything you can get your hands on."

Draco sighed weakly. "Why would she want me? She has Potter."

Snape decided to be truthful. "I don't know. But punishing her isn't going to help, Draco. You may not be her son, but…" he frowned. "She cares for you. She knows you, better than she knows Potter. She's worried about you."

Draco chuckled lightly. "You know, you sound almost human."

"I can assure you I am not."

"No shit."

Snape sneered. "Will you come? Or do I have to tell her that you would rather burn this house down than have her back in your life?"

"That's just it. She wasn't a part of it to begin with."

"Yes. She was. She just had a different role… that of an aunt."

Draco wiped his eyes and pulled himself up off of the ground. "Fine. But I won't see Potter."

"No one is forcing you to do anything, Draco."

"Let's just say that I'm covering my bases."

"Bases?"

"Muggle term she taught me a long time ago."

Snape nodded, "Of course."

"Don't patronize me, Professor."

"Then don't throw things at me in the future."

Draco laughed for the first time in the four days since the world knew that Lily Potter was alive. "That's fair, sir."