a/n; LoL I just figured out what a/n means! Even if I've used it before all
I knew was it had to do with the author talking! Heh, I am SO SO SO slow
sometimes. ANYWAY I just came up with an idea for a new chapter SHOOO here
it is!
Oh and there was an entirely anonymous reader who reviewed saying that if you read in JK's books it says Blaise is a girl, um little deary would you mind telling me which book, and page this is confirmed on? Thank you so kindly and I didn't mean to sound snotty, sorry =)
LoL, I was listening to "Get Inside" by Stone Sour and there's this line in the song "I don't even know your damn disease, but I know you wanna kill me!" It just made me laugh..anyway.to the chapter! (Chapter 16, wow)
Chapter 16 "I only wanted to be like you, Dad."
That morning at breakfast while Draco was enjoying his bagel, owls started flying in with mail. Half expectantly an eagle owl flew in front of Draco and dropped a letter before him. It was obviously a letter from his father.
Draco looked around to see that no one would be able read this. No one, good. Draco slowly opened the letter, it read:
Dearest Draco
Draco snorted; I wouldn't be your dearest son even if I killed every muggle and mudblood on this planet. He went back to the letter:
I can't HELP but wonder why I haven't gotten a reply yet. I did say you had time, but I never suspected you'd TAKE the time! Goodness, boy I am getting impatient. You hurry and write your reply before I get impatient enough to come down there! Draco, I need to know your answer so I know whether or not I'm bringing you home this Winter Break!
Good Day, Lucius Malfoy
"He makes it sound like I have a choice," Draco said to himself, just then, Draco frowned; he had tried all week to forget about this. First Blaise brings it back to mind, then Snape, and just when he thought he could finish the week without any more people reminding him, he gets a letter from his damned Father.
This was obviously very upsetting to Draco because he stormed out of the Great Hall.
~*~*~*~*
Hermione noticed Draco getting the letter, looking annoyed and upset, and leaving. She waited a few minutes before excusing herself. Trying not to look obvious and hoped Harry nor Ron saw Draco leave, she silently left.
"Thank god it's Sunday," Hermione said to herself. As got outside the Great Hall she realized she hadn't the slightest idea to where Draco went. He was nowhere in sight. "Damn." Hermione said to herself as she walked around aimlessly thinking of where he could have gone.
~*~*~*~*
Draco had run to Snape's office. He knew Snape would understand.
"Professor, could I get a permission slip to go to the Restricted Section of the Library?" Draco asked. Draco appeared to be very upset to Snape.
"Whatever for Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked. "I want to look for something on Deatheaters." Draco whispered. Had an expressionless look about his face, but his eyes, Draco could tell read something along the lines of "Well now, don't you feel smart? You should have known!"
"Of course," Snape said. Snape wrote a quick permission slip out and handed it to Draco. "Thank you Professor," Draco said walking away.
Draco hurried to the library. Upon arrival he looked around for Madame Pince. She was behind her desk as usual.
"Um, Madame," Draco started and handed the librarian the slip. She looked at, she then eyed Draco suspiciously, and she looked at it again. "Well, okay, go on in." Madame Pince said as she burned the note. Draco walked away as Madame Pince continued to eye him suspiciously.
Draco couldn't find one damn book on Deatheaters. Not even a book about Voldemort's doings.
Draco sighed, it was a good attempt. Draco left the restricted section and found a couch somewhere in the back of the Library and lied down on it.
Draco closed his eyes. He tried to think of a way to tell his father no and not get killed. Then his mind wandered to the thought of his father, and eventually to the thought of one of his earlier beatings. . .
~^~^~^~^~^FlAsHbAcK^~^~^~^~^~ Draco was the mere age of 11, and on one bright shiny summer morning Draco thought he'd play around in his father's office.
It was innocent playing. He had no intention to wreck anything, nor write on anything, he just simply played around using his imagination [that he no longer has]. He was acting like he was his father, big important. He sat in his father's chair and began to spin around. He noticed the leather stuck to Draco's bare back. He didn't like that too much.
Draco giggled like the innocent child he was as the chair span around. Accidentally sticking his foot out as he span, his foot hit a mug with some beverage in it. The beverages spilled all over . . . well, everything. All over important Ministry papers, other documents, everything. Draco realized this and stopped spinning. He ran out of the office to a cupboard across from a bathroom to grab a towel.
When Draco got back he frantically began to mop the liquid up. Too late, just then Lucius walked in.
"What did you do here, Draco?" His father asked. Draco explained everything slowly and hoped admitting to wrong doing would get him out of a beating. You don't get everything you wish for.
Lucius walked over his fire place, and grabbed a long piece of metal that had been sitting near the fire. (A/n: only the tip was in the fire, so Lucius was able to hold it without burning himself); "Draco, how many times have I told you to never go into my office? Hm? How many?" Lucius hesitated, "Turn around." Draco wanted desperately to run, but that would have been a stupid choice, Draco turned around and closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
Lucius pressed the hot part of the metal into Draco's back, only to hear Draco whimper. Lucius blocked the whimpering out of his mind and pressed the metal onto a different part of his back.
"I-I-I only wanted to be like-like y-you D-Dad." Draco managed to say through the pain. The back of his throat hurt, he wanted to cry so badly.
"JUST LEAVE," Lucius screamed. Draco left as instructed.
That was the first and last time Draco ever called his Father 'Dad'. That was also the last time Draco walked around the house without a shirt on (a/n: I KNOW he did in an earlier chapter, but if you notice it says 'Draco STUPIDLY forgot to put shirt back on' so, yeah.); besides in his room, where he once thought he was safe from harm.
Draco couldn't sleep or lye on his back or apply any pressure to his back for weeks after that punishment.
~^~^~^~^~End^~of^~FlAsHbAcK^~^~^~^~
Draco cried angry tears. "I was sorry!" Draco choked through his tears. Draco was angry, confused and tired at this moment.
~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione figured she'd just go to the Library in high doubts he'd be there.
Upon arrival Madame Pince welcomed her graciously. Hermione smiled sweetly at Madame Pince and went to the back of the Library.
Hermione sighed relief when she saw Draco on a couch. But he was crying, she then heard him say "I was sorry!" She wondered what he could be thinking about.
"Sorry about what?" Hermione asked leaning over the back of the couch looking at Draco. Draco opened his eyes. "G-Go away, please, j-just go." Draco choked, tears streamed out from the corner of his eyes.
"But," Hermione started. "Please, just go," Draco repeated.
"Draco," Hermione said weakly. Draco said the only thing that knew would make her leave, "Go away, mudblood."
"Fine," Hermione said, obviously hurt. She turned around and walked away.
Draco felt horrible. He pushed Hermione away just like his father always used to do to him. Oh how many times Draco would ask for his father to just simply read him a book and Lucius pushed him away. Oh how many times Draco had seen his father angry and upset and Draco had tried to hug him, Lucius pushed him away (a/n: this hugging thing was in Draco's young young years before the beatings started.) And now Draco was pushing away the only person who cared about him, just like his father would.
I won't let this happen. I will not become Lucius. I won't. Draco stood up, shaking slightly.
"Hermione, wait!"
~*~*~*~*~*~* WELL now.. Um, the librarian's name IS Pince, right? *laughs* I used to know all this stuff on Harry Potter, I could have been a guest geek on Beat the Geeks, as a Harry Potter geek, I knew so much stuff! But now.like half of its gone, all I know is the basics.. Well anyway, thank you reviewers! ! ! OH and, Celestrial Eclipse I read your review. Alright, the laundry thing, well as you know Dobby is gone and I suppose Lucius had to do something around the house, right? And the TV thing if you read it says it was a bewitched TV and got wizard shows and stuff, so if it's bewitched, then I see no problem. And the sandwich, well deary a sandwich is food, there's no harm in food, right? Thank you for questioning me and thanks for reading. -Alex-
Oh and there was an entirely anonymous reader who reviewed saying that if you read in JK's books it says Blaise is a girl, um little deary would you mind telling me which book, and page this is confirmed on? Thank you so kindly and I didn't mean to sound snotty, sorry =)
LoL, I was listening to "Get Inside" by Stone Sour and there's this line in the song "I don't even know your damn disease, but I know you wanna kill me!" It just made me laugh..anyway.to the chapter! (Chapter 16, wow)
Chapter 16 "I only wanted to be like you, Dad."
That morning at breakfast while Draco was enjoying his bagel, owls started flying in with mail. Half expectantly an eagle owl flew in front of Draco and dropped a letter before him. It was obviously a letter from his father.
Draco looked around to see that no one would be able read this. No one, good. Draco slowly opened the letter, it read:
Dearest Draco
Draco snorted; I wouldn't be your dearest son even if I killed every muggle and mudblood on this planet. He went back to the letter:
I can't HELP but wonder why I haven't gotten a reply yet. I did say you had time, but I never suspected you'd TAKE the time! Goodness, boy I am getting impatient. You hurry and write your reply before I get impatient enough to come down there! Draco, I need to know your answer so I know whether or not I'm bringing you home this Winter Break!
Good Day, Lucius Malfoy
"He makes it sound like I have a choice," Draco said to himself, just then, Draco frowned; he had tried all week to forget about this. First Blaise brings it back to mind, then Snape, and just when he thought he could finish the week without any more people reminding him, he gets a letter from his damned Father.
This was obviously very upsetting to Draco because he stormed out of the Great Hall.
~*~*~*~*
Hermione noticed Draco getting the letter, looking annoyed and upset, and leaving. She waited a few minutes before excusing herself. Trying not to look obvious and hoped Harry nor Ron saw Draco leave, she silently left.
"Thank god it's Sunday," Hermione said to herself. As got outside the Great Hall she realized she hadn't the slightest idea to where Draco went. He was nowhere in sight. "Damn." Hermione said to herself as she walked around aimlessly thinking of where he could have gone.
~*~*~*~*
Draco had run to Snape's office. He knew Snape would understand.
"Professor, could I get a permission slip to go to the Restricted Section of the Library?" Draco asked. Draco appeared to be very upset to Snape.
"Whatever for Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked. "I want to look for something on Deatheaters." Draco whispered. Had an expressionless look about his face, but his eyes, Draco could tell read something along the lines of "Well now, don't you feel smart? You should have known!"
"Of course," Snape said. Snape wrote a quick permission slip out and handed it to Draco. "Thank you Professor," Draco said walking away.
Draco hurried to the library. Upon arrival he looked around for Madame Pince. She was behind her desk as usual.
"Um, Madame," Draco started and handed the librarian the slip. She looked at, she then eyed Draco suspiciously, and she looked at it again. "Well, okay, go on in." Madame Pince said as she burned the note. Draco walked away as Madame Pince continued to eye him suspiciously.
Draco couldn't find one damn book on Deatheaters. Not even a book about Voldemort's doings.
Draco sighed, it was a good attempt. Draco left the restricted section and found a couch somewhere in the back of the Library and lied down on it.
Draco closed his eyes. He tried to think of a way to tell his father no and not get killed. Then his mind wandered to the thought of his father, and eventually to the thought of one of his earlier beatings. . .
~^~^~^~^~^FlAsHbAcK^~^~^~^~^~ Draco was the mere age of 11, and on one bright shiny summer morning Draco thought he'd play around in his father's office.
It was innocent playing. He had no intention to wreck anything, nor write on anything, he just simply played around using his imagination [that he no longer has]. He was acting like he was his father, big important. He sat in his father's chair and began to spin around. He noticed the leather stuck to Draco's bare back. He didn't like that too much.
Draco giggled like the innocent child he was as the chair span around. Accidentally sticking his foot out as he span, his foot hit a mug with some beverage in it. The beverages spilled all over . . . well, everything. All over important Ministry papers, other documents, everything. Draco realized this and stopped spinning. He ran out of the office to a cupboard across from a bathroom to grab a towel.
When Draco got back he frantically began to mop the liquid up. Too late, just then Lucius walked in.
"What did you do here, Draco?" His father asked. Draco explained everything slowly and hoped admitting to wrong doing would get him out of a beating. You don't get everything you wish for.
Lucius walked over his fire place, and grabbed a long piece of metal that had been sitting near the fire. (A/n: only the tip was in the fire, so Lucius was able to hold it without burning himself); "Draco, how many times have I told you to never go into my office? Hm? How many?" Lucius hesitated, "Turn around." Draco wanted desperately to run, but that would have been a stupid choice, Draco turned around and closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
Lucius pressed the hot part of the metal into Draco's back, only to hear Draco whimper. Lucius blocked the whimpering out of his mind and pressed the metal onto a different part of his back.
"I-I-I only wanted to be like-like y-you D-Dad." Draco managed to say through the pain. The back of his throat hurt, he wanted to cry so badly.
"JUST LEAVE," Lucius screamed. Draco left as instructed.
That was the first and last time Draco ever called his Father 'Dad'. That was also the last time Draco walked around the house without a shirt on (a/n: I KNOW he did in an earlier chapter, but if you notice it says 'Draco STUPIDLY forgot to put shirt back on' so, yeah.); besides in his room, where he once thought he was safe from harm.
Draco couldn't sleep or lye on his back or apply any pressure to his back for weeks after that punishment.
~^~^~^~^~End^~of^~FlAsHbAcK^~^~^~^~
Draco cried angry tears. "I was sorry!" Draco choked through his tears. Draco was angry, confused and tired at this moment.
~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione figured she'd just go to the Library in high doubts he'd be there.
Upon arrival Madame Pince welcomed her graciously. Hermione smiled sweetly at Madame Pince and went to the back of the Library.
Hermione sighed relief when she saw Draco on a couch. But he was crying, she then heard him say "I was sorry!" She wondered what he could be thinking about.
"Sorry about what?" Hermione asked leaning over the back of the couch looking at Draco. Draco opened his eyes. "G-Go away, please, j-just go." Draco choked, tears streamed out from the corner of his eyes.
"But," Hermione started. "Please, just go," Draco repeated.
"Draco," Hermione said weakly. Draco said the only thing that knew would make her leave, "Go away, mudblood."
"Fine," Hermione said, obviously hurt. She turned around and walked away.
Draco felt horrible. He pushed Hermione away just like his father always used to do to him. Oh how many times Draco would ask for his father to just simply read him a book and Lucius pushed him away. Oh how many times Draco had seen his father angry and upset and Draco had tried to hug him, Lucius pushed him away (a/n: this hugging thing was in Draco's young young years before the beatings started.) And now Draco was pushing away the only person who cared about him, just like his father would.
I won't let this happen. I will not become Lucius. I won't. Draco stood up, shaking slightly.
"Hermione, wait!"
~*~*~*~*~*~* WELL now.. Um, the librarian's name IS Pince, right? *laughs* I used to know all this stuff on Harry Potter, I could have been a guest geek on Beat the Geeks, as a Harry Potter geek, I knew so much stuff! But now.like half of its gone, all I know is the basics.. Well anyway, thank you reviewers! ! ! OH and, Celestrial Eclipse I read your review. Alright, the laundry thing, well as you know Dobby is gone and I suppose Lucius had to do something around the house, right? And the TV thing if you read it says it was a bewitched TV and got wizard shows and stuff, so if it's bewitched, then I see no problem. And the sandwich, well deary a sandwich is food, there's no harm in food, right? Thank you for questioning me and thanks for reading. -Alex-