Chapter Three: The Duel
A/N: The song in this chapter is called 'I'm OK', and was written by Christina Aguilera, and
Linda Perry. It can be found on Christina's 'Stripped' c.d. I do not own it, I just
heard it, and thought it was the perfect Draco song to describe his relationship with his
father. However to fit Draco, I replaced the feminine pronouns with masculine ones. The
song its self is in (parenthesis), Draco's flashbacks to his child hood are in *stars*, and the
present time is in ~squiggles~.
~Draco let his father go, as Lucius turned around, and said "You are a disappointment to me boy."
They stood face to face, as Draco smirked at the older man, and said "Yeah well your a
disappointment to me father." Back in the summer between Draco's forth and fifth year,
Draco had came to hate his father. The man Draco used to respect became nothing more
then something he loathed. He was cotrolled by that horrid mark on his upper right arm, and
Draco didn't want what his father had become to be his future. He began rethinking his whole
out look on life, every thing he had ever been taught, every thing that made him Malfoy. Draco
glared at his father, as the man glared back at him, and said "If it's a battle you want Draco, it's
a battle you'll get." Lucius apparated, making a popping sound, and Draco sighed. He had long
since learned what that meant, his father was going to teach him a lesson in the Malfoy sword room.
Putting his wand back within his robes, he concentrated on the room, filled with glittering swords,
and he made a small popping sound, as he landed on the cold stone floor. Draco saw Lucius standing
in the corner, with two long swords, one in each hand, and then he heard him saw catch, as he tossed
the other. He watched the sword float towards him, cutting through the air, as he reached up, and caught
it. Quickly taking his fighting stance, he watched Lucius do the same, and heard him say "Let's get this over
with." Draco saw Lucius lunge at him, as he blocked it, and noticed that Lucius wasn't giving his all.~
(Once upon a time there was a boy
In his early years he had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that he called home
ver knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm)
*Draco, when he was only five, sat on his bed, staring at a picture frame in his hands. It had
a picture of his mother and father when they were at Hogwart's. Before his father became
the man everyone knew him as now. The Lucius in the picture, was hugging Narcissa, kissing
her, and showing her affection, but he was still strong, and proctective. Narcissa was
smiling, and giggling at him, as she moved a strand of hair from his face, and kissed him.
Draco knew his parents would never be like that again. He wanted to be every thing his
father wanted him to be, if only it would give him his fathers affection. Yet he also waned
to be like his mother, caring, and compassionate. He didn't know what to do, as he set the
picture down, and laid down on his bed. Then like he usually did he fell asleep in tears.*
~Draco lunged at Lucius with the sword, as he moved to blocked it, Lucius left himself
vunerable. Draco pulled his sword back, leaned sideways, and pulled his sword across Lucius'
side. Lucius was cut, as he glared at Draco, and moved.~
(It hurt me to see the pain cross my mother's face
Every time my father's fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon)
*They were always yelling at each other again. A seven year old Draco sat on his bed,
listening to his parents yell. He could hear their voices echoing from the library, where
where to his room. His mother only wanted her son to grow up happy, free to be what ever
he wanted. She didn't approve of Lucius passing on his ideas of muggle borns to the innocent
child. While his father yelled it was none of her concern what he taught his son, who would
one day become Voldemorts heir. Then Draco heard the chilling scream of his mother, as he
knew his father was beating her for arguing with him.*
~Lucius lunged at Draco again, as Draco blocked the cold metal, and he could feel his
muscles tense. The two swords were clashing inches from his face, as he used his strength
from quidditch and pushed desperately at the swords. Soon they were away from his face,
as Lucius pulled away, and went to lunge at Draco again.~
(Chorus:
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
And every morning that I wake I look at yesterday
And I'm OK)
*Draco, was only eight when he stopped respecting his father, who had beat him early that
day. Lucius had brought Draco into the Malfoy family dungeon's, to watch a torture session.
Lucius had two very pretty muggle girls, as he pulled out a whip, and started to beat them.
Draco stood still for a moment, watching the two girls in pain, and before he knew what he
was doing he had stepped in front of them. Lucius swore at him to move, but Draco didn't
want to hear the girls cry any more. They were already bleeding badly, Draco didn't think
that just because they were muggles they deserved to die. He didn't understand Lucius' way
of thinking. When he didn't move Lucius smiled, and began to beat him till he fell to the
floor. *
~Lucius and Draco were so engrossed in their battle, that nothing mattered. Lucius was
trying to kill Draco, while Draco was trying to kill Lucius. Each had several small cuts on
their body, from the swords they were using. Lucius lunged at Draco, who silkfully blocked
it.~
(I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
Echoes of a broken child screaming please no more
Daddy don't you understand the damage you have done
For you it's just a memory but for me it still lives on)
*Draco Malfoy sat in his drawing room, at the age of nine, staring at his father, and trying
not to fall asleep. He was at a death eater meeting, but he really didn't want to be there, he
didn't see the point. Suddenly sleep overwhelmed him, as his eyelids grew heavy, and his
head fell forward. After a second he woke, popping his head up, but it was too late. Lucius
had seen him, and he would be punished when he got home. Draco shuddered at the thought
of being punished, more bruises he'd have to cover up, more nightmares for him about the
evil that was his life, that was his father.*
~The two swords were clashing against each other, as Lucius longed to kill Draco for being
such a disappointment. Draco only wanted to be free of this tirent. He pushed the swords
towards his father, who was now using all his strength against his taller stronger son.~
(Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
The strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I pray I look back to yesterday)
*Draco lay on his stomach, his shirt left off, so his back could heal. He had been punished
by Lucius for falling asleep. Several whippings, his back burned as he tried to keep his tears
back. His pale skin was alive with much deep red, as Draco remembered that his own father
did this. A man who was suppose to love him, yet this was how he was treated. Draco was
scared to cross his father, yet he wanted his own live, the chance to make his own ideas of
various things. But he couldn't with out being harmed.*
~Lucius pulled his blade away, as he stared at Draco, and lunged towards him.~
(It's not so easy to forget, all the marks you left along her neck
When I was thrown against cold stairs
And everyday atraid to come home in fear of what I might see, next)
*An seven year old Draco came home from school one day, to see his father beating his
mom. He ran to help her, because his mom was the most important thing to him. His small
hands grabbed his dad's huge wrists, as he tried to stopp them from hitting his mom, but it
was to no avail. Lucius sneered at him, then moved his wrist, and Draco flew across the room
hiting the stairs that led to his room. His mom cried in anger, as Lucius finished with her,
and left the house. Since then Draco had always been afraid to go home, he never wanted to
see a sight like that one again.*
~ He brought the sword down fast, as he dove the blade into Draco's chest. Draco looked
down, seeing the blade only inches from his heart. Draco felt the pain, but it didn't bother
him, he learned to tolerate it long ago. He smiled at Lucius, as he pushed his sword towards
him, piercing Lucius in the heart. Lucius staggered away, as his sword pulled out of Draco,
and Draco watched with satisfaction, as his father fell to the ground, with a sword
potruding from his body, and a massive amount of blood around him. Draco smiled, as he
threw his down, and apparated back to Hogsmeade.~
(Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
And every morning that I wake I look at yesterday
And I'm OK)
A/N: The song in this chapter is called 'I'm OK', and was written by Christina Aguilera, and
Linda Perry. It can be found on Christina's 'Stripped' c.d. I do not own it, I just
heard it, and thought it was the perfect Draco song to describe his relationship with his
father. However to fit Draco, I replaced the feminine pronouns with masculine ones. The
song its self is in (parenthesis), Draco's flashbacks to his child hood are in *stars*, and the
present time is in ~squiggles~.
~Draco let his father go, as Lucius turned around, and said "You are a disappointment to me boy."
They stood face to face, as Draco smirked at the older man, and said "Yeah well your a
disappointment to me father." Back in the summer between Draco's forth and fifth year,
Draco had came to hate his father. The man Draco used to respect became nothing more
then something he loathed. He was cotrolled by that horrid mark on his upper right arm, and
Draco didn't want what his father had become to be his future. He began rethinking his whole
out look on life, every thing he had ever been taught, every thing that made him Malfoy. Draco
glared at his father, as the man glared back at him, and said "If it's a battle you want Draco, it's
a battle you'll get." Lucius apparated, making a popping sound, and Draco sighed. He had long
since learned what that meant, his father was going to teach him a lesson in the Malfoy sword room.
Putting his wand back within his robes, he concentrated on the room, filled with glittering swords,
and he made a small popping sound, as he landed on the cold stone floor. Draco saw Lucius standing
in the corner, with two long swords, one in each hand, and then he heard him saw catch, as he tossed
the other. He watched the sword float towards him, cutting through the air, as he reached up, and caught
it. Quickly taking his fighting stance, he watched Lucius do the same, and heard him say "Let's get this over
with." Draco saw Lucius lunge at him, as he blocked it, and noticed that Lucius wasn't giving his all.~
(Once upon a time there was a boy
In his early years he had to learn
How to grow up living in a war that he called home
ver knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm)
*Draco, when he was only five, sat on his bed, staring at a picture frame in his hands. It had
a picture of his mother and father when they were at Hogwart's. Before his father became
the man everyone knew him as now. The Lucius in the picture, was hugging Narcissa, kissing
her, and showing her affection, but he was still strong, and proctective. Narcissa was
smiling, and giggling at him, as she moved a strand of hair from his face, and kissed him.
Draco knew his parents would never be like that again. He wanted to be every thing his
father wanted him to be, if only it would give him his fathers affection. Yet he also waned
to be like his mother, caring, and compassionate. He didn't know what to do, as he set the
picture down, and laid down on his bed. Then like he usually did he fell asleep in tears.*
~Draco lunged at Lucius with the sword, as he moved to blocked it, Lucius left himself
vunerable. Draco pulled his sword back, leaned sideways, and pulled his sword across Lucius'
side. Lucius was cut, as he glared at Draco, and moved.~
(It hurt me to see the pain cross my mother's face
Every time my father's fist would put her in her place
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon)
*They were always yelling at each other again. A seven year old Draco sat on his bed,
listening to his parents yell. He could hear their voices echoing from the library, where
where to his room. His mother only wanted her son to grow up happy, free to be what ever
he wanted. She didn't approve of Lucius passing on his ideas of muggle borns to the innocent
child. While his father yelled it was none of her concern what he taught his son, who would
one day become Voldemorts heir. Then Draco heard the chilling scream of his mother, as he
knew his father was beating her for arguing with him.*
~Lucius lunged at Draco again, as Draco blocked the cold metal, and he could feel his
muscles tense. The two swords were clashing inches from his face, as he used his strength
from quidditch and pushed desperately at the swords. Soon they were away from his face,
as Lucius pulled away, and went to lunge at Draco again.~
(Chorus:
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
And every morning that I wake I look at yesterday
And I'm OK)
*Draco, was only eight when he stopped respecting his father, who had beat him early that
day. Lucius had brought Draco into the Malfoy family dungeon's, to watch a torture session.
Lucius had two very pretty muggle girls, as he pulled out a whip, and started to beat them.
Draco stood still for a moment, watching the two girls in pain, and before he knew what he
was doing he had stepped in front of them. Lucius swore at him to move, but Draco didn't
want to hear the girls cry any more. They were already bleeding badly, Draco didn't think
that just because they were muggles they deserved to die. He didn't understand Lucius' way
of thinking. When he didn't move Lucius smiled, and began to beat him till he fell to the
floor. *
~Lucius and Draco were so engrossed in their battle, that nothing mattered. Lucius was
trying to kill Draco, while Draco was trying to kill Lucius. Each had several small cuts on
their body, from the swords they were using. Lucius lunged at Draco, who silkfully blocked
it.~
(I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
When it's you that helped me put up all these walls I've built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
Echoes of a broken child screaming please no more
Daddy don't you understand the damage you have done
For you it's just a memory but for me it still lives on)
*Draco Malfoy sat in his drawing room, at the age of nine, staring at his father, and trying
not to fall asleep. He was at a death eater meeting, but he really didn't want to be there, he
didn't see the point. Suddenly sleep overwhelmed him, as his eyelids grew heavy, and his
head fell forward. After a second he woke, popping his head up, but it was too late. Lucius
had seen him, and he would be punished when he got home. Draco shuddered at the thought
of being punished, more bruises he'd have to cover up, more nightmares for him about the
evil that was his life, that was his father.*
~The two swords were clashing against each other, as Lucius longed to kill Draco for being
such a disappointment. Draco only wanted to be free of this tirent. He pushed the swords
towards his father, who was now using all his strength against his taller stronger son.~
(Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
The strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Every morning that I pray I look back to yesterday)
*Draco lay on his stomach, his shirt left off, so his back could heal. He had been punished
by Lucius for falling asleep. Several whippings, his back burned as he tried to keep his tears
back. His pale skin was alive with much deep red, as Draco remembered that his own father
did this. A man who was suppose to love him, yet this was how he was treated. Draco was
scared to cross his father, yet he wanted his own live, the chance to make his own ideas of
various things. But he couldn't with out being harmed.*
~Lucius pulled his blade away, as he stared at Draco, and lunged towards him.~
(It's not so easy to forget, all the marks you left along her neck
When I was thrown against cold stairs
And everyday atraid to come home in fear of what I might see, next)
*An seven year old Draco came home from school one day, to see his father beating his
mom. He ran to help her, because his mom was the most important thing to him. His small
hands grabbed his dad's huge wrists, as he tried to stopp them from hitting his mom, but it
was to no avail. Lucius sneered at him, then moved his wrist, and Draco flew across the room
hiting the stairs that led to his room. His mom cried in anger, as Lucius finished with her,
and left the house. Since then Draco had always been afraid to go home, he never wanted to
see a sight like that one again.*
~ He brought the sword down fast, as he dove the blade into Draco's chest. Draco looked
down, seeing the blade only inches from his heart. Draco felt the pain, but it didn't bother
him, he learned to tolerate it long ago. He smiled at Lucius, as he pushed his sword towards
him, piercing Lucius in the heart. Lucius staggered away, as his sword pulled out of Draco,
and Draco watched with satisfaction, as his father fell to the ground, with a sword
potruding from his body, and a massive amount of blood around him. Draco smiled, as he
threw his down, and apparated back to Hogsmeade.~
(Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same
And I still remember how you kept me so afraid
Strength is my mother for all the love she gave
And every morning that I wake I look at yesterday
And I'm OK)