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"Well, Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter, I find you in my office once again. When will you learn that duelling in my school will not be tolerated? I will have to punish you both. Detention! Professor Dumbledore himself will decide upon your fate. Report back here promptly at seven tonight.
"But Professor, that's not fair. He started it - " Draco Malfoy's whiny little voice was cut off by the look of contempt that Professor McGonagall shot in his direction.
"Cheek will also not be tolerated. Blaming your classmate will not get you out of your punishment because you chose to retaliate. Goodbye boys. Do not allow me to be forced to call you here again."
Draco swivelled and hurried out of the office as Harry took his time, idly wandering out. Draco turned back to face Harry and grinned. He was so unstylish and easily shaken. Nothing shook the great Draco Malfoy. He had never felt so powerful in his life that he did at that moment.
Draco woke from his dream with a startling realisation that he'd had that dream again. It was one that came to him every time something was going wrong. And nothing had gone as wrong in all his life as what was happening now. Now his wife had divorced him and his beautiful daughter was leaving for Hogwarts. Realising that it was only 4 am, he tiptoed out of his room and into the room where his first born child lay sleeping. At eleven years old, Draco knew that Layla Rose Malfoy was far more mature and wise than he would ever be. Layla knew how to deal with her life without resorting to bullying people and embarrassing them to get her kicks. After gently kissing Layla's face he left the room and silently closed the door. He entered the next room to see his thirteen year old son, Erik sitting playing with his new miniature Quidditch game.
"Erik, don't make me confiscate that game. Go to bed." He tried to sound angry but when he saw the soft smile on his son's face he melted and simply kissed Erik's head and tucked him into bed.
"You need your rest Erik. You're going back to school the day after tomorrow and you need to pack tomorrow."
"Aw dad, can't you do it?" He moaned sleepily.
"No. I can't. You have to learn these things yourself. But I will help you when I help Layla. Goodnight!" Draco quietly let himself out of the room and shut the door with a gentle click.
As he returned to his own room (avoiding the room at the end of the hall, where his soon-to-be ex-wife slept) he thought about the last fourteen years. Pansy Parkinson had always had a thing for Draco. He had thought he was above her but when he realised no one else wanted him, he gave into Pansy's adoration. Their relationship had gone from bad to worse and both he and Pansy had indulged themselves in a few affairs. After one particularly bad argument, Pansy had decided to end it all and so Draco provided her with the divorce papers the next day. Pansy had been shocked as they both knew she hadn't meant it but Draco stood by his decision and decided to fight for sole custody of his children. Surprisingly Pansy had let him have them and in less than 12 hours she would be moving out for good.
Now that Layla and Erik were both going to be leaving him for Hogwarts, he realised how lonely he would actually be without his little daughter. He had been used to Erik not being there but Draco had doted on Layla since the day she had been born. She was the type of girl that craved attention from her parents yet she was incredibly shy. She loved her father with all of her heart and hardly acknowledged Pansy's existence. Erik was the opposite. He was outgoing and confident and was closer to his friends than his parents. However since Draco helped him with Quidditch practice, they soon became firm friends as well as father and son. Soon their family of four had been unofficially reduced to just three with Pansy being excluded at every opportunity. And now she was officially leaving their family. But Draco was the real loser. He had no wife and his children would be gone for most of the year, Pansy would have no husband or children but she was happy to be that way and she would always be happy that way, whereas Draco would not!
"Well, Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter, I find you in my office once again. When will you learn that duelling in my school will not be tolerated? I will have to punish you both. Detention! Professor Dumbledore himself will decide upon your fate. Report back here promptly at seven tonight.
"But Professor, that's not fair. He started it - " Draco Malfoy's whiny little voice was cut off by the look of contempt that Professor McGonagall shot in his direction.
"Cheek will also not be tolerated. Blaming your classmate will not get you out of your punishment because you chose to retaliate. Goodbye boys. Do not allow me to be forced to call you here again."
Draco swivelled and hurried out of the office as Harry took his time, idly wandering out. Draco turned back to face Harry and grinned. He was so unstylish and easily shaken. Nothing shook the great Draco Malfoy. He had never felt so powerful in his life that he did at that moment.
Draco woke from his dream with a startling realisation that he'd had that dream again. It was one that came to him every time something was going wrong. And nothing had gone as wrong in all his life as what was happening now. Now his wife had divorced him and his beautiful daughter was leaving for Hogwarts. Realising that it was only 4 am, he tiptoed out of his room and into the room where his first born child lay sleeping. At eleven years old, Draco knew that Layla Rose Malfoy was far more mature and wise than he would ever be. Layla knew how to deal with her life without resorting to bullying people and embarrassing them to get her kicks. After gently kissing Layla's face he left the room and silently closed the door. He entered the next room to see his thirteen year old son, Erik sitting playing with his new miniature Quidditch game.
"Erik, don't make me confiscate that game. Go to bed." He tried to sound angry but when he saw the soft smile on his son's face he melted and simply kissed Erik's head and tucked him into bed.
"You need your rest Erik. You're going back to school the day after tomorrow and you need to pack tomorrow."
"Aw dad, can't you do it?" He moaned sleepily.
"No. I can't. You have to learn these things yourself. But I will help you when I help Layla. Goodnight!" Draco quietly let himself out of the room and shut the door with a gentle click.
As he returned to his own room (avoiding the room at the end of the hall, where his soon-to-be ex-wife slept) he thought about the last fourteen years. Pansy Parkinson had always had a thing for Draco. He had thought he was above her but when he realised no one else wanted him, he gave into Pansy's adoration. Their relationship had gone from bad to worse and both he and Pansy had indulged themselves in a few affairs. After one particularly bad argument, Pansy had decided to end it all and so Draco provided her with the divorce papers the next day. Pansy had been shocked as they both knew she hadn't meant it but Draco stood by his decision and decided to fight for sole custody of his children. Surprisingly Pansy had let him have them and in less than 12 hours she would be moving out for good.
Now that Layla and Erik were both going to be leaving him for Hogwarts, he realised how lonely he would actually be without his little daughter. He had been used to Erik not being there but Draco had doted on Layla since the day she had been born. She was the type of girl that craved attention from her parents yet she was incredibly shy. She loved her father with all of her heart and hardly acknowledged Pansy's existence. Erik was the opposite. He was outgoing and confident and was closer to his friends than his parents. However since Draco helped him with Quidditch practice, they soon became firm friends as well as father and son. Soon their family of four had been unofficially reduced to just three with Pansy being excluded at every opportunity. And now she was officially leaving their family. But Draco was the real loser. He had no wife and his children would be gone for most of the year, Pansy would have no husband or children but she was happy to be that way and she would always be happy that way, whereas Draco would not!