Draco woke much earlier than usual. He sprung up out of bed at 7:00 AM,
usually he got up at 11:00. He quickly threw on his house coat and bounded
to the kitchen. His mother was already in there, having some orange juice
and reading the previous' day's Prophet.
"Morning, Mum," Draco said cheerfully and kissed his mother. Narcissa looked delighted to see her son in such a chipper mood.
"Good morning, love. You're up early," she said while setting down her newspaper. Draco grinned and poured himself some iced tea from the jug next to him.
"Oh yes, Mother! I had a lovely time at the dinner party last night."
"Really? I've never heard that before," she said, slightly confused.
"Mum, I invited Hermione Granger. An old classmate from Hogwarts." Narcissa's kind face broke into a sparkling smile.
"The reporter? I'm very glad for you, dear." They were then interrupted by the sound of Lucius stumbling in. "Good morning, Lucius," Narcissa's warm tone changed to ice. Lucius scowled at her.
"Good morning?" he shouted and slapped her. Draco gasped and went to his mother's side.
"You didn't come home last night!"
"Lucius, I was out with the girls! I got a bit tipsy and decided to come home late," she cried and rubbed the swelling mark on her flawless face.
"INDEED!" he yelled and held up a gold pocket watch. "Then what's this?" Narcissa's hazel eyes began filling with tears.
"It belongs to Romolus........my boyfriend. You know that...." Lucius began shouting away at his quivering wife. Draco didn't need to hear this. Her went back up to his room, slammed the door and shoved his fingers in his ears.
"LA LA LA LA LA!" he hollered over the sound of weeping and yelling. He hated seeing his kind, sweet, sensitive mother being beaten by his ruthless, cruel and sadistic father. Sometimes he even doubted Lucius was his father. At first, from when he was seven to sixteen, he hardly ever saw his mum and had to learn the tricks of the trade from Lucius. That's why for so long he thought having some muggle blood was wrong. But a year after he graduated from Hogwarts, he knew there was something odd about his father. Lucius had always wanted riches, beautiful women and pride. Draco thinks the reason why his father gets into such angry out bursts is because he feels he's unloved. Draco sighed and pulled his fluffy pillow to his chest.
"Why is father always so mean to Mum?" he thought aloud. The painting in his room guffawed.
"I think he believes Narcissa is a bad wife. She does go out with other men," said an old knight, Sir Richard. Draco sat up and walked over to the painting.
"What do you mean? Father goes out with lots of other women!" Draco argued. Sir Richard just leaned on his sword and sighed.
"I know. One night, Lucius brought Alisha in here and..."
"LALALALALALALA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Draco yelled while slapping his hands against his ears.
"Now, now, Draco. Your acting like a five year old," The Knight said while putting his armoured hands on steel covered hips. Draco stuck out his tongue at the painting and went to his writing desk. He smiled as he thought of a letter he could write to Hermione.
'Dear Hermione,
It was a shame you had to leave so early last night. Perhaps we can go out sometime when you're free. I'll see you later on today.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy'
He smiled at the little note and pulled out his wand.
"Florus," he cast while pointing the tip at the loopy ink letters. He tied it to Athena's leg and she went off to send the message.
***********
Hermione now was at home, just getting ready to go to work. She was in front of a mirror, holding up two suits, a lavender one and a black one.
"Which to wear...." she asked herself. Her reflection waved her black one around.
"This one! It'll make you look slimmer!" Hermione scowled and turned around to look at her backside.
"It's not really that big, is it?"
"It's blocking out the sun, dear."
"Oh, ha ha. You're so funny," Hermione threw the black one over the mirror and put on the lavender suit. "There," she said while smoothing out any creases. She went into the kitchen and poured herself some coffee. Just as she sat down, Draco's owl hooted at her. "Good morning to you, too," Hermione smiled and gave Athena some toast as she took the letter. She read it aloud then held it to her bosom. Just as she read 'Draco L. Malfoy' a red rose popped out from the parchment. She gave a childish squeal. A man never gave her a rose before. In sixth year, Ron gave her a handful of posies, but roses were much more romantic. There was just one odd thing about the rose, it had no thorns. It didn't worry her though. She said goodbye to Athena and headed off to work.
"Hullo, Hermione," greeted the assistant, Kathy as Hermione walked in.
"Hi," Hermione replied while gazing at the blood red petals of her rose.
"Oooh, who gave you that?" Kathy asked while raising an eyebrow. Hermione leaned over, making sure no one else in the cramped space could hear.
"Promise not to tell?" she whispered. Kathy nodded excitedly.
"Draco Malfoy!" Kathy gasped and nearly fell over.
"Draco Malfoy?" she repeated, trying to keep her voice down over the juicy tidbit. "Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not! He's not like his father. Draco is sweet and sensitive!"
"Surely you remember what he did to you in school. Remember right at the start of fifth year when he poured ink all over your robes?" Kathy said in a hushed voice.
"Yeah..." Hermione paused. "But he's changed now!" Kathy crossed her arms.
"I wouldn't count on it..." Hermione suddenly became very cross.
"You're jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Of a kind, sweet, sensitive and an INCREDIBLY SEXY MAN AS DRACO MALFOY!" Every one in the room turned silent and stared at Hermione. Her rosy cheeks changed to a shade of brilliant red as she slinked into her office. She closed the door quickly behind her and sighed. "What do they know?" she asked herself. "He's changed," she held her rose to her nose and smelled it. She could have sworn it smelled exactly like the cologne Draco wore the night before.
"Morning, Mum," Draco said cheerfully and kissed his mother. Narcissa looked delighted to see her son in such a chipper mood.
"Good morning, love. You're up early," she said while setting down her newspaper. Draco grinned and poured himself some iced tea from the jug next to him.
"Oh yes, Mother! I had a lovely time at the dinner party last night."
"Really? I've never heard that before," she said, slightly confused.
"Mum, I invited Hermione Granger. An old classmate from Hogwarts." Narcissa's kind face broke into a sparkling smile.
"The reporter? I'm very glad for you, dear." They were then interrupted by the sound of Lucius stumbling in. "Good morning, Lucius," Narcissa's warm tone changed to ice. Lucius scowled at her.
"Good morning?" he shouted and slapped her. Draco gasped and went to his mother's side.
"You didn't come home last night!"
"Lucius, I was out with the girls! I got a bit tipsy and decided to come home late," she cried and rubbed the swelling mark on her flawless face.
"INDEED!" he yelled and held up a gold pocket watch. "Then what's this?" Narcissa's hazel eyes began filling with tears.
"It belongs to Romolus........my boyfriend. You know that...." Lucius began shouting away at his quivering wife. Draco didn't need to hear this. Her went back up to his room, slammed the door and shoved his fingers in his ears.
"LA LA LA LA LA!" he hollered over the sound of weeping and yelling. He hated seeing his kind, sweet, sensitive mother being beaten by his ruthless, cruel and sadistic father. Sometimes he even doubted Lucius was his father. At first, from when he was seven to sixteen, he hardly ever saw his mum and had to learn the tricks of the trade from Lucius. That's why for so long he thought having some muggle blood was wrong. But a year after he graduated from Hogwarts, he knew there was something odd about his father. Lucius had always wanted riches, beautiful women and pride. Draco thinks the reason why his father gets into such angry out bursts is because he feels he's unloved. Draco sighed and pulled his fluffy pillow to his chest.
"Why is father always so mean to Mum?" he thought aloud. The painting in his room guffawed.
"I think he believes Narcissa is a bad wife. She does go out with other men," said an old knight, Sir Richard. Draco sat up and walked over to the painting.
"What do you mean? Father goes out with lots of other women!" Draco argued. Sir Richard just leaned on his sword and sighed.
"I know. One night, Lucius brought Alisha in here and..."
"LALALALALALALA! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Draco yelled while slapping his hands against his ears.
"Now, now, Draco. Your acting like a five year old," The Knight said while putting his armoured hands on steel covered hips. Draco stuck out his tongue at the painting and went to his writing desk. He smiled as he thought of a letter he could write to Hermione.
'Dear Hermione,
It was a shame you had to leave so early last night. Perhaps we can go out sometime when you're free. I'll see you later on today.
Sincerely,
Draco L. Malfoy'
He smiled at the little note and pulled out his wand.
"Florus," he cast while pointing the tip at the loopy ink letters. He tied it to Athena's leg and she went off to send the message.
***********
Hermione now was at home, just getting ready to go to work. She was in front of a mirror, holding up two suits, a lavender one and a black one.
"Which to wear...." she asked herself. Her reflection waved her black one around.
"This one! It'll make you look slimmer!" Hermione scowled and turned around to look at her backside.
"It's not really that big, is it?"
"It's blocking out the sun, dear."
"Oh, ha ha. You're so funny," Hermione threw the black one over the mirror and put on the lavender suit. "There," she said while smoothing out any creases. She went into the kitchen and poured herself some coffee. Just as she sat down, Draco's owl hooted at her. "Good morning to you, too," Hermione smiled and gave Athena some toast as she took the letter. She read it aloud then held it to her bosom. Just as she read 'Draco L. Malfoy' a red rose popped out from the parchment. She gave a childish squeal. A man never gave her a rose before. In sixth year, Ron gave her a handful of posies, but roses were much more romantic. There was just one odd thing about the rose, it had no thorns. It didn't worry her though. She said goodbye to Athena and headed off to work.
"Hullo, Hermione," greeted the assistant, Kathy as Hermione walked in.
"Hi," Hermione replied while gazing at the blood red petals of her rose.
"Oooh, who gave you that?" Kathy asked while raising an eyebrow. Hermione leaned over, making sure no one else in the cramped space could hear.
"Promise not to tell?" she whispered. Kathy nodded excitedly.
"Draco Malfoy!" Kathy gasped and nearly fell over.
"Draco Malfoy?" she repeated, trying to keep her voice down over the juicy tidbit. "Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not! He's not like his father. Draco is sweet and sensitive!"
"Surely you remember what he did to you in school. Remember right at the start of fifth year when he poured ink all over your robes?" Kathy said in a hushed voice.
"Yeah..." Hermione paused. "But he's changed now!" Kathy crossed her arms.
"I wouldn't count on it..." Hermione suddenly became very cross.
"You're jealous."
"Jealous of what?"
"Of a kind, sweet, sensitive and an INCREDIBLY SEXY MAN AS DRACO MALFOY!" Every one in the room turned silent and stared at Hermione. Her rosy cheeks changed to a shade of brilliant red as she slinked into her office. She closed the door quickly behind her and sighed. "What do they know?" she asked herself. "He's changed," she held her rose to her nose and smelled it. She could have sworn it smelled exactly like the cologne Draco wore the night before.