A/N- WoW! I never ever thought that I could get so many reviews on a story! I never even really liked this story! It seems that the stories that I like, no one likes and the ones that I don't like, you do. Hmm. It'll probably be the same with a new one I'll post when this story is done. I like it so you probably won't. YAY! The Christmas movies are starting! I love CHristmas movies. oh yeah:

HAPPY HANUKKAH TO EVERY ONE WHO CELEBRATES IT! It started on Friday. I'm not Jewish, but I celebrate it with some of my cousins and friends every year. Any ways, lets get on with the show.

Oh, one more thing. Though you might think that I am being too mean in the story, I have a huge plotline planned out. It might be about 24 chapters. I don't know.




Chapter 21 (can you believe it?? I can't!)



"Mother... Do you mind? You're hurting my arm."


"Well, if you don't want me to carry you, I think you can manage! Of all the nerve--"


"Mom,- you're embarassing me in front of our guest."


"Now is not the time for you to be opening you mouth, young man. I am hardly in the mood for your smart ass comments right now. You-" she said to Hermione, "You go to your room and stay there. I am just as mad as you. No matter who your parents are."


Narcissa stormed herself and her son into the room, finally letting go of the hard grip she had on him."


Draco cringed and fell onto his bed, rubbing his arm painfully.


"Draco. I would never have imagined. Taking advantage of that poor girl like that-"


"Mom, I wasn't taking-"


"And what about Pansy?"


"Mom, me and Pansy are most definately NOT together."

"Anymore. Ever since that little Mudblood girl-"

"Don't call her that."

"You always did, remember? And know what? Taking her out and buying her things. Then what are you going to do when you go back to school? Most definately not going to string her along them dump her horribly in front of every one."

"Of course not!"

"For Voldemort's Sake! Only God knows what you two were doing here alone. Your father knew it was a bad idea, but-"

"We haven't done anything. Mother just listen to me!"

"No, you listen to me. I did not just leave your father on vactation to come home and find you -- taking advantage -- of that young girl. Never have I been so ashamed of you. If your father was here, you'd get the belt for sure. Now you'd better stay here until I'm ready to see you again."


"Yes, ma'am." Draco agreed, realizing that he would probably be better off this way.

His mother harshly slammed the door and her foot steps could be heard, bounding down the stairs. He was sure she was fixing herself a drink like his father does when he's angry. Draco walked to the mirror and lifted his shirt up slightly. A jagged cut/scar that was hinted with bruises stained his fair skin.

He hated it when his father was angry. He put his shirt down grabbed his pajamas and headed into the bathroom connected to his room. As the hot water and steam swirled around him he got to thinking about what his mother had said. Would he really drag Hermione along when they got back to school in a month? Did he really love her or was it just some fling?

He didn't know whether it was the steam or the thoughts that were making his head spin but he got out of the shower anyways. After changing, he let his hair air dry and fell onto his bed again. He sighed and picked up an envelope that was on top of his mail from the past few weeks. It was from Pansy but he didn't feel like reading it.

He heard footsteps climb the stairs again and he realized that his mother was coming back up again. He cringed and waited for the door to fly open and reveal her angry face but it didn't. Besides, there was a light knock on Hermione's door. Draco held his breath. The door clicked clocked slowly behind his mother.

No yelling. That could be a good or bad thing. No crying. Same. It didn't even seem like they were talking. Draco sighed again and pulled the covers over his head, attempting to get to sleep.




a/n- that's all for this chapter. Please review! I looooooooooooove reviews! *shakes head, still wondering (but happy) why you like this story*