Draco didn't know where to go after their date. He didn't want to go home
since his father would be there. But he was wrong.
"Hello, Draco," said the sinister voice of Lucius Malfoy behind him. Draco turned around and saw his father looking rather peeved. "I just saw you kissing that.....Mudblood!"
"Father! She's not a Mudblood!" Draco shouted as his father. With a quick leather glove, Draco bled from his lower lip.
"Never speak to me in such a manner, boy!" Lucius said through clenched teeth.
"I am not a boy! I'm a man!" Draco told him. His father looked him up and down and whacked Draco's shoulders with his cane.
"You're haven't grown, boy. Go home!"
"No!" Lucius drew his wand.
"Do you dare to disobey me?" he asked, eyes flashing with malice. People around them were beginning to stare. Draco looked back at his father.
"Yes, cause I'm leaving!" Lucius laughed a heartless, cruel chuckle.
"Ha! Where will you go? Not that little Mudblood's house, eh?" That had struck a nerve and Draco lunged at his father.
"TAKE THAT BACK!" he hollered while throwing punches, but not landing them. Lucius just raised one hand and Draco lifted up from the ground and was thrown into a brick wall. Blood trickled into his eyes as he looked up at the dark figure that was his father. He saw Lucius bend over and whisper something in his ear that was so quiet he almost didn't catch it.
"Je vous aime. C'est à mauvais je dois assassiner mon propre fils," Lucius spoke softly, kissed Draco's neck and left. Draco knew this was french, but his mind was so cloudy, he couldn't remember what it ment.
'I like you....this is to bad.....' There was more but Draco passed out before he could remember the rest.
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Hermione was having a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong, so she left her home and apparated to The Malfoy Manor. She entered the sitting room to see Narcissa weeping. Hermione ran to her side.
"Narcissa, what's wrong?" she asked in a urgent tone. At first Hermione couldn't understand Narcissa for her sobs muffled her words.
"They took Draco," she cried.
"Who?"
"Lucius and McNair." Hermione knew both of them were Death Eaters, which could lead to a few nasty things. "I must go get him!"
"No, Narcissa! I will! Stay here, lock the doors with the most powerful magic you know!" Hermione instructed. Narcissa nodded and wiped away her mascara tears.
"I need to know where they might be," Hermione pondered out loud.
"I have an idea...." Narcissa began. Hermione grabbed her shoulders and looked her straight in Narcissa's pale hazel eyes.
"Where? Where?"
"The Quidditch World Cup...it's being held in Ireland this year." Hermione checked to see if her wand was on her, and luckily it was. Hermione ran to the door and pointed her wand at it.
"Serrure!" she incanted.
"Miss Granger, please be careful!" Narcissa and Hermione both hugged and Hermione left with a pop.
"Hello, Draco," said the sinister voice of Lucius Malfoy behind him. Draco turned around and saw his father looking rather peeved. "I just saw you kissing that.....Mudblood!"
"Father! She's not a Mudblood!" Draco shouted as his father. With a quick leather glove, Draco bled from his lower lip.
"Never speak to me in such a manner, boy!" Lucius said through clenched teeth.
"I am not a boy! I'm a man!" Draco told him. His father looked him up and down and whacked Draco's shoulders with his cane.
"You're haven't grown, boy. Go home!"
"No!" Lucius drew his wand.
"Do you dare to disobey me?" he asked, eyes flashing with malice. People around them were beginning to stare. Draco looked back at his father.
"Yes, cause I'm leaving!" Lucius laughed a heartless, cruel chuckle.
"Ha! Where will you go? Not that little Mudblood's house, eh?" That had struck a nerve and Draco lunged at his father.
"TAKE THAT BACK!" he hollered while throwing punches, but not landing them. Lucius just raised one hand and Draco lifted up from the ground and was thrown into a brick wall. Blood trickled into his eyes as he looked up at the dark figure that was his father. He saw Lucius bend over and whisper something in his ear that was so quiet he almost didn't catch it.
"Je vous aime. C'est à mauvais je dois assassiner mon propre fils," Lucius spoke softly, kissed Draco's neck and left. Draco knew this was french, but his mind was so cloudy, he couldn't remember what it ment.
'I like you....this is to bad.....' There was more but Draco passed out before he could remember the rest.
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Hermione was having a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong, so she left her home and apparated to The Malfoy Manor. She entered the sitting room to see Narcissa weeping. Hermione ran to her side.
"Narcissa, what's wrong?" she asked in a urgent tone. At first Hermione couldn't understand Narcissa for her sobs muffled her words.
"They took Draco," she cried.
"Who?"
"Lucius and McNair." Hermione knew both of them were Death Eaters, which could lead to a few nasty things. "I must go get him!"
"No, Narcissa! I will! Stay here, lock the doors with the most powerful magic you know!" Hermione instructed. Narcissa nodded and wiped away her mascara tears.
"I need to know where they might be," Hermione pondered out loud.
"I have an idea...." Narcissa began. Hermione grabbed her shoulders and looked her straight in Narcissa's pale hazel eyes.
"Where? Where?"
"The Quidditch World Cup...it's being held in Ireland this year." Hermione checked to see if her wand was on her, and luckily it was. Hermione ran to the door and pointed her wand at it.
"Serrure!" she incanted.
"Miss Granger, please be careful!" Narcissa and Hermione both hugged and Hermione left with a pop.