Chapter 7- The Pride of the Malfoy's
**just a warning for language in this one.**
Lucius held his son roughly by the collar of his uniform and eyed him with suspicion. Draco's feet barley touched the ground, yet he never held up his hands or struggled. He had learned to just stay still and passive, it usually was the wisest thing to do when his Father was angry with him. As of yet Lucius hadn't even notice Hermione, who cowered behind Draco. Was Lucius going to report them for being in Hogsmead? She knew it was a bad idea to leave the school.
"Draco? What the hell are you doing out of school boy?" Lucius shook his son violently "Where you spying on me again?"
"N-No Sir!" Draco wavered.
"Why are you not in school?" He tightened his grip on his son. This wasn't the first time he had caught Draco bunking off school and skulking about the streets of Hogsmead. It didn't do to have a son of his giving the family a bad name by playing truant. Draco began to panic. His father hadn't seemed to have even noticed Hermione yet. But he would. As if Lucius had read his sons thoughts his eyes flickered behind Draco and he swelled angrily at the sight of a small witch trembling behind his son.
"Granger!" Lucius lip curled in contempt. "Excuse us wont you? I want to talk with my son privately." And he turned sharply and swept out through the passageway, dragging Draco awkwardly behind him. Lucius dragged Draco and in turn Draco dragged Hermione. "Granger! Go away curse you!" Lucius snapped, when he turned to discipline his son and saw that she was still there.
"Excuse me Sir. But I can't!" Hermione wailed and held up her hand, string and all. Draco's insides churned in fear as he saw his father snatch up the string and glower at it.
"This is cursed! Who cast it? Was it you Draco?"
"No Sir, it was me." Hermione stepped forwards.
"A muggleborn cursed my son?" Lucius stepped suddenly forward, and before Hermione could even move she saw him crack Draco viciously across the face with the back of his hand. It happened so fast, and she never even saw it coming. She let out a small cry and scurried in front of Draco, her hands raised in a gesture of peace. Draco couldn't believe how stupid she could be! He shoved her hard out of the way and she fell back painfully. She may be tied to him, but that gives her no right, no right at all, to interfere in their family business. Just as Hermione fell back Lucius advanced again on his son and lifted him clean off the floor, so he was held level with his Father, face to face. "To let a foul bloodied muggleborn use its filthy magic on you! You're forever bringing shame to the family name!"
"Sir!" Draco sobbed. He knew his Father would react like this, he always does.
"Silence!" Lucius roared and brought his hand down to beat his son again. Draco fell silent immediately. "If you DARE to cry, by Gods I'll make you regret it!" At the threat Draco ceased making any sound at all. He looked into his Fathers eyes, they where so cold, and angry. "I am having a most important.. 'gathering'... at the manor this evening. I expected you to be there. But now" He shook Draco "Now you are not welcome to attend. At the end of this week is half term. I expect that Mudblood to be GONE by then! Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good." Lucius threw Draco down onto the hard stone floor and glared at him with bitter disappointment. He shot a fierce look at Hermione then he disappeared up through the narrow passage way in a flourish of midnight black robes and slammed the door closed as he left the pub.
Draco spat blood onto the floor and wiped his bleeding forehead, his fathers rings had cut into his head where he had hit him. A tooth felt loose, and his tongue began to swell as he had bitten it accidentally.
"Oh Gods, Draco!" Hermione crawled over to him and worried over his cut head. Draco yelled angrily as she touched him and he grabbed her hands and threw them away. Hermione was shocked.
"Don't touch me! Don't you fucking touch me!" He howled. He put his head in his hands and sat quietly. He didn't cry, he didn't dare. He just stayed perfectly still. Hermione sat next to him, not knowing what to say or do. She had no idea that a Father could be so brutal towards his own son. In her family there was scarcely a raised voice let alone a raised fist. No wonder Draco found it so hard to be nice to others when this is the example set to him.
"I think maybe we should go." Hermione stood up. Draco wiped his nose and got to his feet, feeling a little light headed and woozy. Hermione lead the way up and out of the pub, the few locals who where in looked at them dumbly as they walked by.
They wandered to the edge of town, and sat on a wooden fence looking into a cow field. The cows looked a little different to the ones Hermione would see in her muggle world. They where purple for starters and had bright yellow splodges of colour mottling their hides. She kicked her legs in the long grass that tickled her ankles and looked at Draco a few times, checking to see if he was looking okay. What a pair they must be, tied with golden thread and both looking beaten up.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. Draco said nothing, and only scowled at his feet. Hermione twiddled her thumbs and looked about. She hated silences like this. Luckily for her a purple cow decided to trundle along and say 'hello' by wiping it dripping nose on her face. "Eeeeeeeeeew NO!" She cried flapping her hands about as the cow pressed is snotty muzzle into her middle and 'mooed' in a comical way. Draco looked up at saw Hermione battling the cow. Hermione was doing a poor job at winning, and was being bashed about by an overly wet nose. Despite his terrible mood Draco couldn't help but smile as Hermione was pushed backwards off the fence. Of course the smile was only brief as Draco was pulled down off the fence with Hermione, who was still being licked to death by the over friendly cow. Forgetting his troubles Draco burst out laughing as Hermione finally managed to escape the cow and sat up covered in cow drool, grass cuttings mud.
"It's not funny Draco! That stupid cow attacked me!" She shouted, pointing angrily at the cow (who licked her finger).
"Yes it is!" He laughed, tear springing to his eyes. "You're covered in cow snot!"
Draco wiped his eyes and tried to stop laughing at Hermione's angry face, but he couldn't. Then suddenly, without Draco noticing, the cow leaned over the fence and grabbed his scarf in is mouth and slowly started to munch away at it. Hermione clapped her hands and pointed so Draco could see his scarf slowly feeding its way inside the greedy cow.
"Hoi! No!!" Draco tugged at the scarf. The cow grunted moodily and soon Draco and the cow where locked in a tug-o-war with his scarf, clearly the cow being the stronger of the two as it tugged at the green and grey stripped material and Draco thudded against the fence repeatedly. Grumpily the cow butted Draco with its snout and pulled his scarf clean off before wandering off and eating it. Draco looked at Hermione with his mouth open "I didn't even know cows did stuff like that!"
"You're lucky!" She said, wiping her face. "The cow only ate your scarf, it didn't try to eat you! Urgh, I'm covered in mud now." Hermione trailed off as she felt Draco's hand cover her own. She froze and looked up. Draco seemed to be having a difficult time looking at her, so he kept his eyes firmly on their hands.
"I.uh. I'm sorry you had to se that. In the pub." He said quickly, before letting her hand go and scrabbling to his feet. Hermione furrowed her brows. Draco was confusing at times. In the pub he pushed her over, now he was saying sorry. If he is sorry about what he does then why does he do it? She smiled anyway and stood up also.
"Let's go back to Hogwarts. I have an idea that may help." She said brightly. And they set off up towards the castle, still laughing about their encounter with the crazy cow.
**~** Isn't Lucius horrible!? Let's hope they sort something out before half term. I don't think Draco wants to be bringing Hermione home with him (or does he?) Thankies for your reviews again, Chapter 8 soon guys!**~**
**just a warning for language in this one.**
Lucius held his son roughly by the collar of his uniform and eyed him with suspicion. Draco's feet barley touched the ground, yet he never held up his hands or struggled. He had learned to just stay still and passive, it usually was the wisest thing to do when his Father was angry with him. As of yet Lucius hadn't even notice Hermione, who cowered behind Draco. Was Lucius going to report them for being in Hogsmead? She knew it was a bad idea to leave the school.
"Draco? What the hell are you doing out of school boy?" Lucius shook his son violently "Where you spying on me again?"
"N-No Sir!" Draco wavered.
"Why are you not in school?" He tightened his grip on his son. This wasn't the first time he had caught Draco bunking off school and skulking about the streets of Hogsmead. It didn't do to have a son of his giving the family a bad name by playing truant. Draco began to panic. His father hadn't seemed to have even noticed Hermione yet. But he would. As if Lucius had read his sons thoughts his eyes flickered behind Draco and he swelled angrily at the sight of a small witch trembling behind his son.
"Granger!" Lucius lip curled in contempt. "Excuse us wont you? I want to talk with my son privately." And he turned sharply and swept out through the passageway, dragging Draco awkwardly behind him. Lucius dragged Draco and in turn Draco dragged Hermione. "Granger! Go away curse you!" Lucius snapped, when he turned to discipline his son and saw that she was still there.
"Excuse me Sir. But I can't!" Hermione wailed and held up her hand, string and all. Draco's insides churned in fear as he saw his father snatch up the string and glower at it.
"This is cursed! Who cast it? Was it you Draco?"
"No Sir, it was me." Hermione stepped forwards.
"A muggleborn cursed my son?" Lucius stepped suddenly forward, and before Hermione could even move she saw him crack Draco viciously across the face with the back of his hand. It happened so fast, and she never even saw it coming. She let out a small cry and scurried in front of Draco, her hands raised in a gesture of peace. Draco couldn't believe how stupid she could be! He shoved her hard out of the way and she fell back painfully. She may be tied to him, but that gives her no right, no right at all, to interfere in their family business. Just as Hermione fell back Lucius advanced again on his son and lifted him clean off the floor, so he was held level with his Father, face to face. "To let a foul bloodied muggleborn use its filthy magic on you! You're forever bringing shame to the family name!"
"Sir!" Draco sobbed. He knew his Father would react like this, he always does.
"Silence!" Lucius roared and brought his hand down to beat his son again. Draco fell silent immediately. "If you DARE to cry, by Gods I'll make you regret it!" At the threat Draco ceased making any sound at all. He looked into his Fathers eyes, they where so cold, and angry. "I am having a most important.. 'gathering'... at the manor this evening. I expected you to be there. But now" He shook Draco "Now you are not welcome to attend. At the end of this week is half term. I expect that Mudblood to be GONE by then! Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good." Lucius threw Draco down onto the hard stone floor and glared at him with bitter disappointment. He shot a fierce look at Hermione then he disappeared up through the narrow passage way in a flourish of midnight black robes and slammed the door closed as he left the pub.
Draco spat blood onto the floor and wiped his bleeding forehead, his fathers rings had cut into his head where he had hit him. A tooth felt loose, and his tongue began to swell as he had bitten it accidentally.
"Oh Gods, Draco!" Hermione crawled over to him and worried over his cut head. Draco yelled angrily as she touched him and he grabbed her hands and threw them away. Hermione was shocked.
"Don't touch me! Don't you fucking touch me!" He howled. He put his head in his hands and sat quietly. He didn't cry, he didn't dare. He just stayed perfectly still. Hermione sat next to him, not knowing what to say or do. She had no idea that a Father could be so brutal towards his own son. In her family there was scarcely a raised voice let alone a raised fist. No wonder Draco found it so hard to be nice to others when this is the example set to him.
"I think maybe we should go." Hermione stood up. Draco wiped his nose and got to his feet, feeling a little light headed and woozy. Hermione lead the way up and out of the pub, the few locals who where in looked at them dumbly as they walked by.
They wandered to the edge of town, and sat on a wooden fence looking into a cow field. The cows looked a little different to the ones Hermione would see in her muggle world. They where purple for starters and had bright yellow splodges of colour mottling their hides. She kicked her legs in the long grass that tickled her ankles and looked at Draco a few times, checking to see if he was looking okay. What a pair they must be, tied with golden thread and both looking beaten up.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. Draco said nothing, and only scowled at his feet. Hermione twiddled her thumbs and looked about. She hated silences like this. Luckily for her a purple cow decided to trundle along and say 'hello' by wiping it dripping nose on her face. "Eeeeeeeeeew NO!" She cried flapping her hands about as the cow pressed is snotty muzzle into her middle and 'mooed' in a comical way. Draco looked up at saw Hermione battling the cow. Hermione was doing a poor job at winning, and was being bashed about by an overly wet nose. Despite his terrible mood Draco couldn't help but smile as Hermione was pushed backwards off the fence. Of course the smile was only brief as Draco was pulled down off the fence with Hermione, who was still being licked to death by the over friendly cow. Forgetting his troubles Draco burst out laughing as Hermione finally managed to escape the cow and sat up covered in cow drool, grass cuttings mud.
"It's not funny Draco! That stupid cow attacked me!" She shouted, pointing angrily at the cow (who licked her finger).
"Yes it is!" He laughed, tear springing to his eyes. "You're covered in cow snot!"
Draco wiped his eyes and tried to stop laughing at Hermione's angry face, but he couldn't. Then suddenly, without Draco noticing, the cow leaned over the fence and grabbed his scarf in is mouth and slowly started to munch away at it. Hermione clapped her hands and pointed so Draco could see his scarf slowly feeding its way inside the greedy cow.
"Hoi! No!!" Draco tugged at the scarf. The cow grunted moodily and soon Draco and the cow where locked in a tug-o-war with his scarf, clearly the cow being the stronger of the two as it tugged at the green and grey stripped material and Draco thudded against the fence repeatedly. Grumpily the cow butted Draco with its snout and pulled his scarf clean off before wandering off and eating it. Draco looked at Hermione with his mouth open "I didn't even know cows did stuff like that!"
"You're lucky!" She said, wiping her face. "The cow only ate your scarf, it didn't try to eat you! Urgh, I'm covered in mud now." Hermione trailed off as she felt Draco's hand cover her own. She froze and looked up. Draco seemed to be having a difficult time looking at her, so he kept his eyes firmly on their hands.
"I.uh. I'm sorry you had to se that. In the pub." He said quickly, before letting her hand go and scrabbling to his feet. Hermione furrowed her brows. Draco was confusing at times. In the pub he pushed her over, now he was saying sorry. If he is sorry about what he does then why does he do it? She smiled anyway and stood up also.
"Let's go back to Hogwarts. I have an idea that may help." She said brightly. And they set off up towards the castle, still laughing about their encounter with the crazy cow.
**~** Isn't Lucius horrible!? Let's hope they sort something out before half term. I don't think Draco wants to be bringing Hermione home with him (or does he?) Thankies for your reviews again, Chapter 8 soon guys!**~**