Title: When you say nothing at all.
Author: Ginny
Summary: Ginny has to tutor Draco and then some really neat things happen, then some sad things happen, and then some happy things happen.
Pairings: H/Hr, R/L, and of course G/D.
Time period: Summer before Draco's 7th year.
Spoilers: I don't think so.
Rating: PG-13
Date: 2/24/03
Okay Disclaimer Author note and Warnings in other chapters.
Disclaimer #2: I do not own the song, "Did you Ever Love Someone" is not mine.
A VERY SPECIAL thanks to Becky, my editor/beta-reader. You are the greatest! Maybe, after this story is complete, I may actually learn where to put my commas! Thanks mucho girl!!! :o)
Thank you to all those who have reviewed. You guys always know how to make my day! :)
Okay, okay, So I promised fluff in this chapter. And sorry there is none *winces*. But there isn't any angst in it either! But don't worry Next chapter there will be so much fluff. A LOT AND LOTS OF IT!!! So, just stick with me! ~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~
Hermione, Lavender, Ginny, Ron, and Harry shared a compartment on the train home. It was a silent ride all the way home.
When they got to Platform 9 and 3/4, Charlie was there to pick all the kids up. Ginny put on her "happy face" and ran to her brother and hugged him. On her way out of the station, she took a quick look and saw that Draco was welcomed back by his mother. Hermione came up behind Ginny and nudged her on.
When they got home, Ginny greeted all her family with the "Happy face", but when she heard, "GIN-GIN!" from her three-year-old niece, Penny, Ginny had a genuine smile on her face. The little girl jumped into her arms and gave her a big squeeze.
Later that day Ginny went to her room to unpack. Lavender, Hermione, and Sara went with her. Lavender and Hermione told Sara what happened.
Sara went up to the girl, gave her a hug, and said, "I'm sorry."
"For what? I should have known better anyways." Ginny took out another article of clothing and looked surprised at what she saw in her hands. It was Draco's jean shirt. She started to cry again and her three friends went over to comfort her.
Ron and Harry were upset because they knew that Ginny was upset about something, but didn't know what or why. They saw how she was getting thinner and paler and they were really worried about her. Hermione and Lavender confirmed that they were taking care of her and that there was nothing they could do to help. They also told them that Ginny didn't need them knowing what was wrong with her.
A few days went by and Ginny barely ate a thing. She still could barely have a good night's rest, and she slept in Draco's shirt every night.
On Christmas Eve Ginny sat on the sill of her window and looked out to the stars. It started to snow, so the clouds covered her star up. She looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes when she saw the clouds part and she saw her star, Andromeda Silver, shining brighter than ever. Ginny looked up at it and remembered that night that Draco stayed for supper.
~*~Flashback~*~
"See that star?" Ginny said to Draco.
"Uh-huh."
"That's my star."
"Sorry, it's already taken."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it's mine."
"Are you serious?" Draco just nodded his head. "Oh."
"But I'm willing to share it."
Ginny smiled, "Sharing sounds nice."
~*~Back to the present~*~
Ginny hugged her legs to her chest and started to cry when something came crashing at her window. Ginny screamed and jumped up. What she saw when she looked out her window made her jaw drop.
On a different path...
Draco's mother came to pick him up from the station. He gave her a soft smile and a hug.
His mother asked him, "Where's Virginia? I was hoping to see her with you."
"She's... uh... she's with her brothers right now."
"Draco Clifford Malfoy! Don't tell me you were mean to her!"
"Mother! Is it really necessary to have this conversation here?"
"Fine! We'll talk at home." She said a simple spell and she apparated. Draco took one look around, saw Ginny leaving. He sighed and said a spell and he too apparated.
Draco avoided his mother for a few days; he really didn't want to talk to her.
A few days later Draco sat in front of the fireplace holding his most prized possession: the guitar from Ginny. He played a few notes of the song he was learning for Ginny, but then he crumbled the paper up and threw it into his fireplace. He had to think. "Is it worth it?" he asked himself. "Is it worth it to put the one you love into so much danger?"
"Don't you think that's for her to decide?" came a voice from behind him.
Draco slowly turned around and saw the unlikeliest person he would ever imagine in his house.
"Potter, what are you doing here?"
"Well," Harry said crossing his arms over his chest, "Hermione and I had a long talk and she and Lavender had a long talk with Ginny."
"Ah," Draco said, stood up, and put his guitar away. "So, you've come to beat me up then."
"Unfortunately, no."
"Then *what* are you doing here? 'Cause I know you didn't come all the way here to tell me that I should be with Ginny." He looked up at Harry and saw no reaction. Draco sighed and said, "You did, didn't you?"
"Look. Hermione sent me over because she knew that you wouldn't listen to her, so maybe you'd listen to me."
Draco had a smirk on his face. "She's got you wrap up pretty tightly around that finger of hers, doesn't she?"
"Yeah, she does, but I don't mind. It's called being in love. Something that you," he said pointing at Draco to emphasize his point, "could have, but decided to throw it out the window and hurt the one girl who has really, truly loved you. I don't know why she does, but I know she does." Draco lifted his head to say something, but Harry cut him off. "And no, Hermione didn't need to tell me. I know that Ginny was happy when you two were together, and now she's miserable. She won't eat, she won't sleep, and she's turning, slowly, into you."
"Don't you understand, Potter? She's better off without me in her life."
"What part of, 'she won't eat, won't sleep, and is slowly turning into you' did you miss!?" Harry was getting furious.
"Potter, she'll get over me soon enough and she'll move on. I don't deserve her, okay?"
"No, you don't, but it's you that Ginny wants."
"Don't you remember what happened in our second year?" Harry looked down and remembered. Lucius Malfoy tried to kill Ginny that year. "Yeah, that's what I thought! And that was even before I started having feelings for her. What do you think he'll do now when he finds out I'm in love with her?!" Draco shut right up, bit his lip, and cursed softly under his breath.
"Uh-huh! So you do love her!"
Draco sighed and said, "Of course I do. What man in his right mind wouldn't?"
"So, why don't you tell her?"
"Because I am trying to protect her!"
"From who? You or your father?"
"My father, Potter!"
"Well, if you aren't willing to sacrifice a few things to be with her, then maybe you really don't love her." Draco turned his head. "You mean to tell me you wouldn't die for her, lie for her, walk the mile for her just to be with her?"
Draco looked a little shocked. "Quoting Bryan Adams, huh? So I take it Hermione told you *everything* huh?"
"Um... no, I just like Bryan Adam songs."
"Really? Me too."
Harry was about to start a friendly conversation, but remembered he was here on Ginny's behalf. "We're getting a little off the topic."
"Yeah, we are."
"Just tell her, Malfoy. Let her be the one to choose if she'll risk everything to be with you."
"But what if she doesn't risk it? What then?" Draco asked quietly.
"At least you'll know, and you'll never have the feeling of regret that you never told her."
Draco sighed, "Let me think about it."
"Fine."
Harry was about to leave the room when Draco said, "This...," he said moving his finger back and forth, "this doesn't mean that we're okay with each other, does it?"
"No. No, it doesn't."
"Okay, good." And with that, Harry left the room.
Draco took out his guitar and worked on something that would help him be forgiven.
He practiced until his fingers went numb and his voice was hoarse, but that wasn't what stopped him from playing.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" It was his father.
"Shit," Draco thought to himself and stood up. "This cannot be good."
Lucius took the guitar from his son's hands and asked, "What are you doing with this?"
"It's called a guitar, father. I was playing it," Draco said without a hint of fright in his voice.
Lucius was shaking with anger, "You know, this just tops it off."
Draco crossed his arms and said, "What did I do now?"
Lucius hit Draco across the face with the back of his hand so hard that he almost fell over. "You've been seen making out with that Weasley girl in public!" He smacked him again. "You danced with her at that dance!" He smacked him again. "And I've heard you've been friendly with that Mud-blood girl!" He smacked Draco one last time.
Draco could feel blood trickling down his cheek. The rings on his father's hands cut open his skin. He was shocked. In all his life, his father never hit him; spanked him when he was younger, yes, but ever hit him, no.
"And now I catch you playing a muggle instrument!? You have disgraced the Malfoy name!" Still Draco said nothing. "Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
"Nothing that you'll like to hear."
That was it; Lucius took his son's guitar and, using it like a bat, hit it against the wooden post on the bed. The guitar broke into a few pieces and one of them hit Draco pretty hard on the back of his head. Draco slumped to the floor and passed out.
Lucius didn't even take a second glance back as he left the room.
A while later...
Draco slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to be on his bed.
"What?"
"Hello, sir." It was Billy.
"What the hell happened?" he said sitting up, but then thought better of it when his head really started to hurt. "Ow."
"Master has to lie still."
Draco felt the back of his head and felt a rather large bump. "Why is there a bump on my head?"
"Billy is sorry, sir, but the Master of the manor has said that you shall have no healing spells cast over you. He says that if you like Muggles so much, you can try being like one."
"What else did he say?"
"He says that you have to leave the Manor, sir, and not come back. Your things are all ready to go, sir."
Well, he definitely knew what he was going to do now. He removed his sock from his foot and handed it to Billy. "Here."
Billy took the offered sock and said, "But... but... sir. Do you know what this means?"
"It means that you are now free."
Billy smiled really big. "Yes, sir, it does!" The house elf grew sad. "But what am I to do now?"
Draco smiled, "Go to Hogwarts. There is a man there named Albus Dumbledore. Tell him that I sent you. He will take good care of you."
"Thank you, sir!!!"
"Oh, Billy, will you do me one favor though?"
"Anything, sir! Anything!"
"Take my things with you when you go. I shall be returning there soon, but I must go do some things first."
"Yes, sir!" Billy said and he fled the room.
Draco slowly got up and took a few things from his belongings and stuffed them into a bag. He grabbed his broom, his wand, and left the room. He had to play a small guilt trip on his father, that is, if his father would ever feel guilty.
He crept into the study and took out his photo album, the one that he and Ginny looked through when she was there earlier that year. He magically made copies of a few of the pictures and quickly wrote a letter. He put them into a box and, again, magically wrapped the box up. He put the photo album into his bag and snuck into his fathers' private study to place the present on his desk.
As he left the manor, he looked back one last time and promised to return soon, just to make sure that his mother was still doing well.
He hopped on his broomstick, put his things on his shoulders, and flew into the cold night.
A few moments later, Draco dropped to the ground to his first order of business.
He walked up to the door and knocked loudly. He heard feet pounding inside the house and made one last check to make sure he looked presentable. As he did that, he remembered that his hair was full of gel and looked greasy. He aimed his wand up to his hair and "poofed" it to his fluffy, non-evil-looking hair. As soon as he finished that, the door flew open.
"Can I help you?" a middle-aged woman asked.
"Yes, I am sorry to be bothering you on Christmas Eve and so late at night, but I am looking for Tom."
The lady allowed him to enter. "Wait here, I'll go get him."
Soon a mini Draco entered the room. Draco looked confused. "Tom?"
"Malfoy?" the boy said crossing his arms, confirming that he was Tom, but it didn't look like Tom. He had blond hair that was gelled back instead of his brown hair, and he had an evil look on his face, not the happy one that Draco knew.
"Oh, we have A LOT to talk about."
After talking with the boy for about an hour, he learned that boy changed in order for Draco to like him better. Draco hugged the small boy when he heard that and offered him his apologies. By the time that Draco left the boy's home, Tom was back to his original self and promised to owl Helena the following day and apologize to her.
"I'll see you in a few weeks," Draco said, ruffling the boy's hair.
"So, are you going to go tell her?" Tom asked.
"Maybe," Draco said as he got on top of his broomstick and flew off.
Draco went to his second stop. He walked up to the house and took a deep breath. He picked up some snow and threw it at a window, hoping that the window wouldn't break.
Later that night at the Manor...
Lucius walked into his office and noticed the present on his desk. He sat down and opened the box. When he removed the top and saw what was inside, he gasped. They were baby pictures of his son. One was a moving one where he was giving Draco a bath and the boy was splashing him, and the both of them were laughing. There was a picture where Draco was sitting on his fathers' shoulders as his father was kissing Narcissa. There were a few more of him and his son. But as he went through the pile, he realized that he was not the happy father and husband anymore, until all he saw were pictures of his son and his wife. On the bottom of the box there was a note. He took it out and read it.
"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?"
That was all that was written. Lucius knew it was from Draco. He smiled evilly. "Nice try son." He said to no one. "But it's going to take a lot more than this to feel guilty." He crumbled the letter and threw it into the fire, but placed the pictures onto his mantel.
A voice came from behind, "Good choice Lucius."
"Thank you my Lord."
TO BE CONTINUED...
For those who didn't see it at the top.
Okay, okay, So I promised fluff in this chapter. And sorry there is none *winces*. But there isn't any angst in it either! But don't worry Next chapter there will be so much fluff. A LOT AND LOTS OF IT!!! So, just stick with me!
Author: Ginny
Summary: Ginny has to tutor Draco and then some really neat things happen, then some sad things happen, and then some happy things happen.
Pairings: H/Hr, R/L, and of course G/D.
Time period: Summer before Draco's 7th year.
Spoilers: I don't think so.
Rating: PG-13
Date: 2/24/03
Okay Disclaimer Author note and Warnings in other chapters.
Disclaimer #2: I do not own the song, "Did you Ever Love Someone" is not mine.
A VERY SPECIAL thanks to Becky, my editor/beta-reader. You are the greatest! Maybe, after this story is complete, I may actually learn where to put my commas! Thanks mucho girl!!! :o)
Thank you to all those who have reviewed. You guys always know how to make my day! :)
Okay, okay, So I promised fluff in this chapter. And sorry there is none *winces*. But there isn't any angst in it either! But don't worry Next chapter there will be so much fluff. A LOT AND LOTS OF IT!!! So, just stick with me! ~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~HP~*~S&G~*~D/G~*~
Hermione, Lavender, Ginny, Ron, and Harry shared a compartment on the train home. It was a silent ride all the way home.
When they got to Platform 9 and 3/4, Charlie was there to pick all the kids up. Ginny put on her "happy face" and ran to her brother and hugged him. On her way out of the station, she took a quick look and saw that Draco was welcomed back by his mother. Hermione came up behind Ginny and nudged her on.
When they got home, Ginny greeted all her family with the "Happy face", but when she heard, "GIN-GIN!" from her three-year-old niece, Penny, Ginny had a genuine smile on her face. The little girl jumped into her arms and gave her a big squeeze.
Later that day Ginny went to her room to unpack. Lavender, Hermione, and Sara went with her. Lavender and Hermione told Sara what happened.
Sara went up to the girl, gave her a hug, and said, "I'm sorry."
"For what? I should have known better anyways." Ginny took out another article of clothing and looked surprised at what she saw in her hands. It was Draco's jean shirt. She started to cry again and her three friends went over to comfort her.
Ron and Harry were upset because they knew that Ginny was upset about something, but didn't know what or why. They saw how she was getting thinner and paler and they were really worried about her. Hermione and Lavender confirmed that they were taking care of her and that there was nothing they could do to help. They also told them that Ginny didn't need them knowing what was wrong with her.
A few days went by and Ginny barely ate a thing. She still could barely have a good night's rest, and she slept in Draco's shirt every night.
On Christmas Eve Ginny sat on the sill of her window and looked out to the stars. It started to snow, so the clouds covered her star up. She looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes when she saw the clouds part and she saw her star, Andromeda Silver, shining brighter than ever. Ginny looked up at it and remembered that night that Draco stayed for supper.
~*~Flashback~*~
"See that star?" Ginny said to Draco.
"Uh-huh."
"That's my star."
"Sorry, it's already taken."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it's mine."
"Are you serious?" Draco just nodded his head. "Oh."
"But I'm willing to share it."
Ginny smiled, "Sharing sounds nice."
~*~Back to the present~*~
Ginny hugged her legs to her chest and started to cry when something came crashing at her window. Ginny screamed and jumped up. What she saw when she looked out her window made her jaw drop.
On a different path...
Draco's mother came to pick him up from the station. He gave her a soft smile and a hug.
His mother asked him, "Where's Virginia? I was hoping to see her with you."
"She's... uh... she's with her brothers right now."
"Draco Clifford Malfoy! Don't tell me you were mean to her!"
"Mother! Is it really necessary to have this conversation here?"
"Fine! We'll talk at home." She said a simple spell and she apparated. Draco took one look around, saw Ginny leaving. He sighed and said a spell and he too apparated.
Draco avoided his mother for a few days; he really didn't want to talk to her.
A few days later Draco sat in front of the fireplace holding his most prized possession: the guitar from Ginny. He played a few notes of the song he was learning for Ginny, but then he crumbled the paper up and threw it into his fireplace. He had to think. "Is it worth it?" he asked himself. "Is it worth it to put the one you love into so much danger?"
"Don't you think that's for her to decide?" came a voice from behind him.
Draco slowly turned around and saw the unlikeliest person he would ever imagine in his house.
"Potter, what are you doing here?"
"Well," Harry said crossing his arms over his chest, "Hermione and I had a long talk and she and Lavender had a long talk with Ginny."
"Ah," Draco said, stood up, and put his guitar away. "So, you've come to beat me up then."
"Unfortunately, no."
"Then *what* are you doing here? 'Cause I know you didn't come all the way here to tell me that I should be with Ginny." He looked up at Harry and saw no reaction. Draco sighed and said, "You did, didn't you?"
"Look. Hermione sent me over because she knew that you wouldn't listen to her, so maybe you'd listen to me."
Draco had a smirk on his face. "She's got you wrap up pretty tightly around that finger of hers, doesn't she?"
"Yeah, she does, but I don't mind. It's called being in love. Something that you," he said pointing at Draco to emphasize his point, "could have, but decided to throw it out the window and hurt the one girl who has really, truly loved you. I don't know why she does, but I know she does." Draco lifted his head to say something, but Harry cut him off. "And no, Hermione didn't need to tell me. I know that Ginny was happy when you two were together, and now she's miserable. She won't eat, she won't sleep, and she's turning, slowly, into you."
"Don't you understand, Potter? She's better off without me in her life."
"What part of, 'she won't eat, won't sleep, and is slowly turning into you' did you miss!?" Harry was getting furious.
"Potter, she'll get over me soon enough and she'll move on. I don't deserve her, okay?"
"No, you don't, but it's you that Ginny wants."
"Don't you remember what happened in our second year?" Harry looked down and remembered. Lucius Malfoy tried to kill Ginny that year. "Yeah, that's what I thought! And that was even before I started having feelings for her. What do you think he'll do now when he finds out I'm in love with her?!" Draco shut right up, bit his lip, and cursed softly under his breath.
"Uh-huh! So you do love her!"
Draco sighed and said, "Of course I do. What man in his right mind wouldn't?"
"So, why don't you tell her?"
"Because I am trying to protect her!"
"From who? You or your father?"
"My father, Potter!"
"Well, if you aren't willing to sacrifice a few things to be with her, then maybe you really don't love her." Draco turned his head. "You mean to tell me you wouldn't die for her, lie for her, walk the mile for her just to be with her?"
Draco looked a little shocked. "Quoting Bryan Adams, huh? So I take it Hermione told you *everything* huh?"
"Um... no, I just like Bryan Adam songs."
"Really? Me too."
Harry was about to start a friendly conversation, but remembered he was here on Ginny's behalf. "We're getting a little off the topic."
"Yeah, we are."
"Just tell her, Malfoy. Let her be the one to choose if she'll risk everything to be with you."
"But what if she doesn't risk it? What then?" Draco asked quietly.
"At least you'll know, and you'll never have the feeling of regret that you never told her."
Draco sighed, "Let me think about it."
"Fine."
Harry was about to leave the room when Draco said, "This...," he said moving his finger back and forth, "this doesn't mean that we're okay with each other, does it?"
"No. No, it doesn't."
"Okay, good." And with that, Harry left the room.
Draco took out his guitar and worked on something that would help him be forgiven.
He practiced until his fingers went numb and his voice was hoarse, but that wasn't what stopped him from playing.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" It was his father.
"Shit," Draco thought to himself and stood up. "This cannot be good."
Lucius took the guitar from his son's hands and asked, "What are you doing with this?"
"It's called a guitar, father. I was playing it," Draco said without a hint of fright in his voice.
Lucius was shaking with anger, "You know, this just tops it off."
Draco crossed his arms and said, "What did I do now?"
Lucius hit Draco across the face with the back of his hand so hard that he almost fell over. "You've been seen making out with that Weasley girl in public!" He smacked him again. "You danced with her at that dance!" He smacked him again. "And I've heard you've been friendly with that Mud-blood girl!" He smacked Draco one last time.
Draco could feel blood trickling down his cheek. The rings on his father's hands cut open his skin. He was shocked. In all his life, his father never hit him; spanked him when he was younger, yes, but ever hit him, no.
"And now I catch you playing a muggle instrument!? You have disgraced the Malfoy name!" Still Draco said nothing. "Have you nothing to say for yourself?"
"Nothing that you'll like to hear."
That was it; Lucius took his son's guitar and, using it like a bat, hit it against the wooden post on the bed. The guitar broke into a few pieces and one of them hit Draco pretty hard on the back of his head. Draco slumped to the floor and passed out.
Lucius didn't even take a second glance back as he left the room.
A while later...
Draco slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to be on his bed.
"What?"
"Hello, sir." It was Billy.
"What the hell happened?" he said sitting up, but then thought better of it when his head really started to hurt. "Ow."
"Master has to lie still."
Draco felt the back of his head and felt a rather large bump. "Why is there a bump on my head?"
"Billy is sorry, sir, but the Master of the manor has said that you shall have no healing spells cast over you. He says that if you like Muggles so much, you can try being like one."
"What else did he say?"
"He says that you have to leave the Manor, sir, and not come back. Your things are all ready to go, sir."
Well, he definitely knew what he was going to do now. He removed his sock from his foot and handed it to Billy. "Here."
Billy took the offered sock and said, "But... but... sir. Do you know what this means?"
"It means that you are now free."
Billy smiled really big. "Yes, sir, it does!" The house elf grew sad. "But what am I to do now?"
Draco smiled, "Go to Hogwarts. There is a man there named Albus Dumbledore. Tell him that I sent you. He will take good care of you."
"Thank you, sir!!!"
"Oh, Billy, will you do me one favor though?"
"Anything, sir! Anything!"
"Take my things with you when you go. I shall be returning there soon, but I must go do some things first."
"Yes, sir!" Billy said and he fled the room.
Draco slowly got up and took a few things from his belongings and stuffed them into a bag. He grabbed his broom, his wand, and left the room. He had to play a small guilt trip on his father, that is, if his father would ever feel guilty.
He crept into the study and took out his photo album, the one that he and Ginny looked through when she was there earlier that year. He magically made copies of a few of the pictures and quickly wrote a letter. He put them into a box and, again, magically wrapped the box up. He put the photo album into his bag and snuck into his fathers' private study to place the present on his desk.
As he left the manor, he looked back one last time and promised to return soon, just to make sure that his mother was still doing well.
He hopped on his broomstick, put his things on his shoulders, and flew into the cold night.
A few moments later, Draco dropped to the ground to his first order of business.
He walked up to the door and knocked loudly. He heard feet pounding inside the house and made one last check to make sure he looked presentable. As he did that, he remembered that his hair was full of gel and looked greasy. He aimed his wand up to his hair and "poofed" it to his fluffy, non-evil-looking hair. As soon as he finished that, the door flew open.
"Can I help you?" a middle-aged woman asked.
"Yes, I am sorry to be bothering you on Christmas Eve and so late at night, but I am looking for Tom."
The lady allowed him to enter. "Wait here, I'll go get him."
Soon a mini Draco entered the room. Draco looked confused. "Tom?"
"Malfoy?" the boy said crossing his arms, confirming that he was Tom, but it didn't look like Tom. He had blond hair that was gelled back instead of his brown hair, and he had an evil look on his face, not the happy one that Draco knew.
"Oh, we have A LOT to talk about."
After talking with the boy for about an hour, he learned that boy changed in order for Draco to like him better. Draco hugged the small boy when he heard that and offered him his apologies. By the time that Draco left the boy's home, Tom was back to his original self and promised to owl Helena the following day and apologize to her.
"I'll see you in a few weeks," Draco said, ruffling the boy's hair.
"So, are you going to go tell her?" Tom asked.
"Maybe," Draco said as he got on top of his broomstick and flew off.
Draco went to his second stop. He walked up to the house and took a deep breath. He picked up some snow and threw it at a window, hoping that the window wouldn't break.
Later that night at the Manor...
Lucius walked into his office and noticed the present on his desk. He sat down and opened the box. When he removed the top and saw what was inside, he gasped. They were baby pictures of his son. One was a moving one where he was giving Draco a bath and the boy was splashing him, and the both of them were laughing. There was a picture where Draco was sitting on his fathers' shoulders as his father was kissing Narcissa. There were a few more of him and his son. But as he went through the pile, he realized that he was not the happy father and husband anymore, until all he saw were pictures of his son and his wife. On the bottom of the box there was a note. He took it out and read it.
"What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?"
That was all that was written. Lucius knew it was from Draco. He smiled evilly. "Nice try son." He said to no one. "But it's going to take a lot more than this to feel guilty." He crumbled the letter and threw it into the fire, but placed the pictures onto his mantel.
A voice came from behind, "Good choice Lucius."
"Thank you my Lord."
TO BE CONTINUED...
For those who didn't see it at the top.
Okay, okay, So I promised fluff in this chapter. And sorry there is none *winces*. But there isn't any angst in it either! But don't worry Next chapter there will be so much fluff. A LOT AND LOTS OF IT!!! So, just stick with me!