uNot Such a Pure-Blood Malfoy/u
A/N: Hi again, everyone! I'm really sorry for making you wait so long for the next chapter, I just got so bogged down with my coursework. My mean teacher gave me a referral for my last assignment which means I have to do some parts again and I can only get a pass when really, I need a merit or distinction. Oh well, you've waited long enough for this chapter (which could possibly be the last chapter! *sniff sniff* ) so here it is. Enjoy!
P.S. In this chapter, I have decided to experiment with HTML. I'm not sure if it will work though so if you see any of these with a 'b', 'i', or 'u' in the middle, please ignore them. Thanks!
uChapter 5/u
For the rest of the Christmas holidays, the weather stayed icy cold and Draco didn't see very much of Crabbe and Goyle at all. Occasionally, they visited the Malfoy's manor with their fathers, using floo powder but as it was no one's favourite way to travel, they didn't do it very often. Draco didn't mind though, it gave him a chance to write to Talia and now that neither one of them had very much else to do during the holidays, their letters became longer and more frequent.
Currently, Draco was sitting on the window seat of one of the bay windows in his bedroom, watching the snow cover their huge garden in a thick, icy blanket. It took his eagle owl about three days to reach Talia's house and three to arrive back with a paper envelope tied to his leg (Talia had been taught how to do this by Marigold) but with the snow coming down in a great blizzard, Draco wasn't sure how long it would take.
*
Downstairs in the study, Lucius Malfoy was sat in a big, black armchair reading the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, his white-blonde hair flowing behind him, much like the snow outside. He was sniggering at an article of some poor wizard who was trying to sue a cauldron company (because his cauldron had melted, spilling a shrinking potion all over his feet), when he heard a loud tapping on the window and several shrieks that followed.
Startled, Lucius looked up at the window and saw that it was only Draco's owl, desperately trying to get out of the blizzard. Annoyed at being disturbed, Lucius pulled himself out of the chair and opened the window. Immediately, the owl shot in, depositing the letter it carried on the floor, and hurried into the living room where it could warm up by the fire. Lucius scowled as he closed the window and looked down at the letter on the floor, noticing that the envelope was made of paper. He scowled even more. Paper was a muggle product, rarely used by wizards and never by wizards such as the Malfoys. He picked up the letter with distaste, thinking of throwing it into the fire, when he suddenly realised where it had come from.
*If Draco's owl was carrying this letter, it must be for Draco but none of Draco's friends write on paper.* Lucius thought. He looked at the name on the envelope. It definitely said 'Draco Malfoy' on the front and it wasn't written in quill ink either. Getting more and more suspicious, Lucius wondered whether to open the letter.
*But it's addressed to Draco* he thought. *I wouldn't like it if anyone else read my letters and he wouldn't either.*
Lucius looked doubtfully around for a second and then tore open the envelope.
*
Draco was sprawled out on his king-sized bed, thinking of how to torment Harry Potter and the other Gryffindors (just because he was friends with a muggle, didn't mean he had to be all good!), when he heard his father shout. It didn't really bother him as Lucius was always shouting at something or other, but this time Draco realised that his father was shouting ihis/i name.
"DRACO MALFOY!" Lucius was yelling at the top of his voice.
Draco jumped, wondering what he had done wrong.
*You know what you've done wrong, you've been caught!* The nasty voice in his head had come back again.
"DRACO MALFOY!"
His father sounded really angry so Draco decided he'd better go to him quickly. Rushing down the stairs, two at a time, Draco approached the study and nervously peered round the door, trying to look as innocent as he possibly could. (*You're a Malfoy, stupid! You couldn't be innocent if your life depended on it!*)
Lucius glared coldly at Draco as he walked slowly into the room. His eyes were ablaze with fury and his face, where usually pale, had turned an angry red. But even more terrifying to Draco was the letter Lucius held in his hand. A letter written on paper.
"A letter came for you today Draco," he said in deceptive calmness. "Do you want to hear what it says?"
Without waiting for an answer, Lucius brought the paper up to where he could see it and started to read.
"Hi Draco!
How are you? My Kwikspell course came today and I've already started on it. I really hope it works! Marigold is helping me of course and mum and dad are watching because they're interested in magic too. Do you think the Kwikspell would work on them? There's only a few weeks of the holidays left and we'll be going to Diagon Ally again soon to get Marigold's new school supplies. Do you think you could meet us there? I'll send you another letter as soon as I know when we're going.
Enjoy the rest of the holidays and I'll see you soon.
Love, Talia"
Lucius put the paper down and turned his gaze to Draco. Draco gulped.
"What do you think she means by 'iMy/i Kwikspell course came today'?" he said still in a deceptively calm voice. "By the way she talks, anyone would think she was a muggle." It was then that Draco suddenly noticed his mother, Narcissa, sitting in one of the study chairs looking shocked.
"I - I don't know. Maybe she got the wrong person." Draco answered, surprised at how nervous he was.
"Maybe," Lucius said, pretending to look thoughtful. "Or maybe, she hasn't. Maybe she's been writing to you all through the holidays and you've been writing back to her."
"Father, I -"
"YOU'VE BEEN WRITING TO A MUGGLE, HAVEN'T YOU!" Lucius exploded suddenly. "AND YOU KNEW SHE WAS A MUGGLE ALL ALONG!!"
"No! I didn't!" Draco pleaded, desperately. "Mother, you have to believe me!"
"This family has been pure-blood for over 600 years," Narcissa said. She didn't shout like Lucius did but Draco knew that she was still extremely angry with him. "We've brought you up to understand that. We've taught you not to associate with those types of people, those muggles. And then you go and do something like this." And with that, Narcissa opened the door and left Lucius to deal with Draco.
"Draco," Lucius said sternly when Narcissa had gone although he wasn't shouting anymore. "I hope you realise the shame this would bring on the family if this got out. Therefore, I forbid you to write to this muggle anymore. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Father," answered Draco sadly.
"Good," said Lucius and left the room.
*What am I going to do? I can't even write to Talia to tell her what's happened in case that stupid owl delivers the letter to my dad again.* Draco thought. *iOr can I/i?*
A/N: OK, OK, I lied, this isn't the last chapter but I'm pretty sure the next one will be though. Please, please, review *offers cookies and a cameo in the next chapter* Good or bad, I wanna hear what you thought. Thanks for reading and I'll try to update sooner next time. I know what it's like when you want to read the next chapter of a story but the author hasn't updated for months. Sorry!
A/N: Hi again, everyone! I'm really sorry for making you wait so long for the next chapter, I just got so bogged down with my coursework. My mean teacher gave me a referral for my last assignment which means I have to do some parts again and I can only get a pass when really, I need a merit or distinction. Oh well, you've waited long enough for this chapter (which could possibly be the last chapter! *sniff sniff* ) so here it is. Enjoy!
P.S. In this chapter, I have decided to experiment with HTML. I'm not sure if it will work though so if you see any of these with a 'b', 'i', or 'u' in the middle, please ignore them. Thanks!
uChapter 5/u
For the rest of the Christmas holidays, the weather stayed icy cold and Draco didn't see very much of Crabbe and Goyle at all. Occasionally, they visited the Malfoy's manor with their fathers, using floo powder but as it was no one's favourite way to travel, they didn't do it very often. Draco didn't mind though, it gave him a chance to write to Talia and now that neither one of them had very much else to do during the holidays, their letters became longer and more frequent.
Currently, Draco was sitting on the window seat of one of the bay windows in his bedroom, watching the snow cover their huge garden in a thick, icy blanket. It took his eagle owl about three days to reach Talia's house and three to arrive back with a paper envelope tied to his leg (Talia had been taught how to do this by Marigold) but with the snow coming down in a great blizzard, Draco wasn't sure how long it would take.
*
Downstairs in the study, Lucius Malfoy was sat in a big, black armchair reading the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, his white-blonde hair flowing behind him, much like the snow outside. He was sniggering at an article of some poor wizard who was trying to sue a cauldron company (because his cauldron had melted, spilling a shrinking potion all over his feet), when he heard a loud tapping on the window and several shrieks that followed.
Startled, Lucius looked up at the window and saw that it was only Draco's owl, desperately trying to get out of the blizzard. Annoyed at being disturbed, Lucius pulled himself out of the chair and opened the window. Immediately, the owl shot in, depositing the letter it carried on the floor, and hurried into the living room where it could warm up by the fire. Lucius scowled as he closed the window and looked down at the letter on the floor, noticing that the envelope was made of paper. He scowled even more. Paper was a muggle product, rarely used by wizards and never by wizards such as the Malfoys. He picked up the letter with distaste, thinking of throwing it into the fire, when he suddenly realised where it had come from.
*If Draco's owl was carrying this letter, it must be for Draco but none of Draco's friends write on paper.* Lucius thought. He looked at the name on the envelope. It definitely said 'Draco Malfoy' on the front and it wasn't written in quill ink either. Getting more and more suspicious, Lucius wondered whether to open the letter.
*But it's addressed to Draco* he thought. *I wouldn't like it if anyone else read my letters and he wouldn't either.*
Lucius looked doubtfully around for a second and then tore open the envelope.
*
Draco was sprawled out on his king-sized bed, thinking of how to torment Harry Potter and the other Gryffindors (just because he was friends with a muggle, didn't mean he had to be all good!), when he heard his father shout. It didn't really bother him as Lucius was always shouting at something or other, but this time Draco realised that his father was shouting ihis/i name.
"DRACO MALFOY!" Lucius was yelling at the top of his voice.
Draco jumped, wondering what he had done wrong.
*You know what you've done wrong, you've been caught!* The nasty voice in his head had come back again.
"DRACO MALFOY!"
His father sounded really angry so Draco decided he'd better go to him quickly. Rushing down the stairs, two at a time, Draco approached the study and nervously peered round the door, trying to look as innocent as he possibly could. (*You're a Malfoy, stupid! You couldn't be innocent if your life depended on it!*)
Lucius glared coldly at Draco as he walked slowly into the room. His eyes were ablaze with fury and his face, where usually pale, had turned an angry red. But even more terrifying to Draco was the letter Lucius held in his hand. A letter written on paper.
"A letter came for you today Draco," he said in deceptive calmness. "Do you want to hear what it says?"
Without waiting for an answer, Lucius brought the paper up to where he could see it and started to read.
"Hi Draco!
How are you? My Kwikspell course came today and I've already started on it. I really hope it works! Marigold is helping me of course and mum and dad are watching because they're interested in magic too. Do you think the Kwikspell would work on them? There's only a few weeks of the holidays left and we'll be going to Diagon Ally again soon to get Marigold's new school supplies. Do you think you could meet us there? I'll send you another letter as soon as I know when we're going.
Enjoy the rest of the holidays and I'll see you soon.
Love, Talia"
Lucius put the paper down and turned his gaze to Draco. Draco gulped.
"What do you think she means by 'iMy/i Kwikspell course came today'?" he said still in a deceptively calm voice. "By the way she talks, anyone would think she was a muggle." It was then that Draco suddenly noticed his mother, Narcissa, sitting in one of the study chairs looking shocked.
"I - I don't know. Maybe she got the wrong person." Draco answered, surprised at how nervous he was.
"Maybe," Lucius said, pretending to look thoughtful. "Or maybe, she hasn't. Maybe she's been writing to you all through the holidays and you've been writing back to her."
"Father, I -"
"YOU'VE BEEN WRITING TO A MUGGLE, HAVEN'T YOU!" Lucius exploded suddenly. "AND YOU KNEW SHE WAS A MUGGLE ALL ALONG!!"
"No! I didn't!" Draco pleaded, desperately. "Mother, you have to believe me!"
"This family has been pure-blood for over 600 years," Narcissa said. She didn't shout like Lucius did but Draco knew that she was still extremely angry with him. "We've brought you up to understand that. We've taught you not to associate with those types of people, those muggles. And then you go and do something like this." And with that, Narcissa opened the door and left Lucius to deal with Draco.
"Draco," Lucius said sternly when Narcissa had gone although he wasn't shouting anymore. "I hope you realise the shame this would bring on the family if this got out. Therefore, I forbid you to write to this muggle anymore. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Father," answered Draco sadly.
"Good," said Lucius and left the room.
*What am I going to do? I can't even write to Talia to tell her what's happened in case that stupid owl delivers the letter to my dad again.* Draco thought. *iOr can I/i?*
A/N: OK, OK, I lied, this isn't the last chapter but I'm pretty sure the next one will be though. Please, please, review *offers cookies and a cameo in the next chapter* Good or bad, I wanna hear what you thought. Thanks for reading and I'll try to update sooner next time. I know what it's like when you want to read the next chapter of a story but the author hasn't updated for months. Sorry!