Ch 7
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything lese that belongs to the incredible J.K. Rolwing. Thanks to the VERY FEW who have been reviewing lately. Please review, YOUR OPINONS (EVEN THE BAD) ARE NEEDED. So go ahead and flame if you want to, I'll use them to make a pretty bonfire for all the people who review. Ok, read on and enjoy the fic.
"Your father is ill, don't bother coming home for the holidays." That was it. That was the pathetic excuse as to why he wasn't going home for the holidays. It was written in a very fine, clear hand, his mothers. The letter was a lot like his mother; short, nice to look like and very impersonal. ~ She had always been like that. ~ Draco thought as he folded the well-worn letter. He had gotten the letter the morning that Lupin came back and he had been a bad mood ever since. The only person with half enough sense to figure out why had been the person who he was going to be stuck with for the next two weeks, the Mud-blood. She had asked him what was in the letter that upset him so much and he'd told her to shut up and leave him alone. He hated her. He wasn't sure why though, other than the fact that she was Muggle born there really was no resone why he should hate her. He didn't understand her and that bothered him. He smiled at the thought of the prank that he'd pulled last night. He'd called in a favor from Chang (he'd helped to get her and the Hufflepuff together.) and made sure that Yuy was standing at the right spot. Cho told Harry that she was sorry that she didn't like him and had kissed him. Clarice had stood shocked for a moment, only coming in during the last part, and had walked quickly away. Draco had thought it was hilarious and had smiled at the fuming Harry.
"You, what did you do now?" Harry asked him. Draco smiled.
"Well I just made sure the girl of your dreams saw that, Potter. She didn't seem too happy though." Harry stood in shock, muttering about how low that was, even for Draco. Draco had walked away and felt very satisfied until he got into his dorm and everyone was packing to go home. Than it didn't matter anymore. His mother always made him fell like that, no matter what he did it was never acknowledged from her. His father noticed everything and responded accordingly. She was the resone why his father was the way he was, because she didn't care. She never showed anything, and it affected booth Draco and his father greatly. His father had become a Death Eater to shock her and she had only given him that cold unemotional smile. When accepted to Hogworts she had said nothing, it had been his grandmother who had protested to his father about Durmstrong.
"Draco," He remembered his father saying one day last summer "I see that distance in your eyes at times that your mother has. Draco, listen to me. She has never shown any emotion and I don't think that she ever will, but I am here. Came to me with your problems, I don't want to lose you like I think I am. Please." Draco had been shocked to see his dignified father brake down that day, but he had promised to. He wrote to his father daily and wrote brief notes for his mother, but he hadn't since he heard that his father was ill. Now he didn't have anyone to talk to, but that didn't matter. Because now he had to get relay for his next big surprise for everyone. Draco got up and walked out of the common room and headed for the library.
Sorry that it has been so long since I last wrote, well I hoped that you liked that and please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything lese that belongs to the incredible J.K. Rolwing. Thanks to the VERY FEW who have been reviewing lately. Please review, YOUR OPINONS (EVEN THE BAD) ARE NEEDED. So go ahead and flame if you want to, I'll use them to make a pretty bonfire for all the people who review. Ok, read on and enjoy the fic.
"Your father is ill, don't bother coming home for the holidays." That was it. That was the pathetic excuse as to why he wasn't going home for the holidays. It was written in a very fine, clear hand, his mothers. The letter was a lot like his mother; short, nice to look like and very impersonal. ~ She had always been like that. ~ Draco thought as he folded the well-worn letter. He had gotten the letter the morning that Lupin came back and he had been a bad mood ever since. The only person with half enough sense to figure out why had been the person who he was going to be stuck with for the next two weeks, the Mud-blood. She had asked him what was in the letter that upset him so much and he'd told her to shut up and leave him alone. He hated her. He wasn't sure why though, other than the fact that she was Muggle born there really was no resone why he should hate her. He didn't understand her and that bothered him. He smiled at the thought of the prank that he'd pulled last night. He'd called in a favor from Chang (he'd helped to get her and the Hufflepuff together.) and made sure that Yuy was standing at the right spot. Cho told Harry that she was sorry that she didn't like him and had kissed him. Clarice had stood shocked for a moment, only coming in during the last part, and had walked quickly away. Draco had thought it was hilarious and had smiled at the fuming Harry.
"You, what did you do now?" Harry asked him. Draco smiled.
"Well I just made sure the girl of your dreams saw that, Potter. She didn't seem too happy though." Harry stood in shock, muttering about how low that was, even for Draco. Draco had walked away and felt very satisfied until he got into his dorm and everyone was packing to go home. Than it didn't matter anymore. His mother always made him fell like that, no matter what he did it was never acknowledged from her. His father noticed everything and responded accordingly. She was the resone why his father was the way he was, because she didn't care. She never showed anything, and it affected booth Draco and his father greatly. His father had become a Death Eater to shock her and she had only given him that cold unemotional smile. When accepted to Hogworts she had said nothing, it had been his grandmother who had protested to his father about Durmstrong.
"Draco," He remembered his father saying one day last summer "I see that distance in your eyes at times that your mother has. Draco, listen to me. She has never shown any emotion and I don't think that she ever will, but I am here. Came to me with your problems, I don't want to lose you like I think I am. Please." Draco had been shocked to see his dignified father brake down that day, but he had promised to. He wrote to his father daily and wrote brief notes for his mother, but he hadn't since he heard that his father was ill. Now he didn't have anyone to talk to, but that didn't matter. Because now he had to get relay for his next big surprise for everyone. Draco got up and walked out of the common room and headed for the library.
Sorry that it has been so long since I last wrote, well I hoped that you liked that and please review.