Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to it.
A light filter of sunlight peeked through the windows and shone unto the wood panels of the sweet floor, while a pure rush of air coming from an open window bristled past the pale white curtains and tickled the tips of his skin. His thin sheets were sloppily made about his bed as his legs split comfortably around them. Although the mattress was touched to the floor, the seeping warmth coming from the glittering weather outside seemed to have found it's way in, and surrounded the room with comfortable, yet very air-like feel.
His eyes were hidden behind his closed lids, and his mouth tweaked slightly as the recent breeze crossed his lips. The skin upon him was white as the sheets he laid on, and pure to perfection.
A sudden movement was made in his arm, and his lips parted quickly to a lazy moan. Slowly leaning on his shoulder he pulled his head up looking at the clock that stood next to him.
"Fuck," he groaned falling back, letting a thump echo throughout the room. Only letting a moment pass before stretching his arms to the ceiling as far as he could, and bending his legs to a releasing twinge.
Throwing his legs over the bed he quickly walked into the bathroom and began his usual morning routine; not having one and shabbily taking and doing what was needed. As the shower opened to welcome him in, he searched quickly for his comb to wipe away the rather greased hair of his from gel.
Even after his first step into the steaming shower he felt himself relaxing into the pressure of the liquid. The stream coming from the showerhead dropped forcefully unto his back, and droplets trickled down across his torso. Not a feeling of stress passed him, and not an emotion of complication came across in his mind. His hair drenched with water plastered onto his head and took any shape he wanted as he entwined his fingers in it and gently rubbed in his shampoo. Not wasting a moment of relaxation, he rinsed savoring each droplet of water streaking across his body.
Mumbling words under his breath, the glistening water across his skin now disappeared, and his hair gleamed fresh with new gel pushing it back. Still naked, he walked slowly back to his bedroom and grabbed the first button-up shirt he saw and the first pair of trousers he could lay his eyes on. Wrinkled slightly, he mumbled words once more and watched them dissolve to nothing but perfect ironed clothes. He took more care to choosing robes, carefully searching through each one, and finally choosing on a rather smug grey cloak.
He turned to his mirror and sighed sleepily looking at his reflection.
"Glum dear?" It asked having him look at a voice with no face.
"Sod off," He yawned stretching his arms into the air.
And while taking one more last check on his room, made his way to the living room. Grabbing for his wand laying on the table next to the couch, he stored it into the pocket in his robe, and sighed quietly. And with a quick pop. Draco Malfoy was gone.
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"Where the fuck is he?" A man bellowed banging his fist to the table and glaring madly at the room surrounding him. The other men in the room looked nervously at one another and turned quickly back down to the table, afraid of eye contact with such a man with hidden rage.
A rather balding man bent down to the table and looked up to his face, while the other's nudged him terrified of any socializing with the man.
"Yes Peter?" He said hissing through his teeth.
Peter glanced quickly around the room and slouched back in his chair, praying to Merlin he'd be safe from any yelling in his direction. "Nothing Lucious," He answered quietly folding his hands into his lap.
A sudden pop was heard and Draco Malfoy appeared looking tired and his cheeks flushed. "Where have you been?" Lucious said stretching his fingers out like claws and staring at his son with apprehension.
"Sleeping dear father," Draco answered calmly raising an eyebrow to the rest of the wizards who seemed surprised at his tranquility. "I didn't happen to miss anything now did I?" He asked pulling out a large wooden chair bordered with a gold etching, and sitting down without a notice of alarm.
His father glared heavily and his nostrils flared, though he dare not press further. His son was now at an age where he could fight back, and the one father in his life could not fright him as he once did. Lucious was a tall man, built with a thick line of health and a sneering face that burned through your skull. The pale skin matched his son's perfectly, and the fine light hair seemed less compared to his son's. But he wore clothes that stated clearly no muggle would have not questioned, and every droplet of sweat made on his face was somehow made in anger. Although he dare not admit it, the son he once controlled now seemed in more power than he.
And Merlin knows how difficult the sudden change has been for him.
"You missed a rather important statement made by Peter, but if it meant much to you, you would have found yourself here on time." Although what Lucious had said was not true at all, he would not dare admit they were all waiting for Draco impatiently to start the meeting. Not once would he allow his son the thought of him having more power than himself.
"Ah well," Draco said leaning back and putting his feet on the table roughly. "Can't be here for everything, now can I?" His father glared steeply at his son's feet now placed atop the rather old, and inherited table, he gaze trailed upward to Draco's face staring rather happily at the rest of the room. Draco's head turned to his father, and he raised an eyebrow looking curious, "Shall we begin then?"
Not wasting a moment of time a sudden shout was heard from one of the wizards encircled around the table, "I AM NOT CONTINUING WITH THESE DAMN MUDBLOODS ALLOWING THEMSELVES ON MY STREETS!" His eyes glared heavily, and his nostrils flared with anger.
Everyone started breaking out into argument, each having their own opinion wanting to be heard, all except Draco. He merely just sat there staring at the table looking as though not a thought had passed him. Lucious caught his son, and stopped talking immediately, "Have it already figured out Draco?" He asked grinning evilly.
Draco didn't even look up, "Well, if all we are to talk about are the mudbloods who are still, if we haven't noticed it already, here then we mine as well ignore the fact that who really gives a shit. Nothing is going to happen if we don't take heavy action and burn their sorry arses out of our rightful world. And we all know we can't do this without our dear friend Tom Riddle, so what's the point of talking about it, when the answer is so clearly there in front of you?"
The room went silent. They stared at the table looking nervously at their hands. Lucious heaved a deep breath, and rubbed his eyes, "Fuck Draco, you know quite well we can't do that."
"Why not?" Everyone stared at him questioningly, "Just because you're terrified of him, doesn't mean you can't. Fuck, I'd be pissed at you all too, but there's no action we can make without him. So stop fucking whining and do something about it!"
The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Lucious Malfoy looked as though every vein in him was close to exploding and his cheeks turned red with stress.
A light filter of sunlight peeked through the windows and shone unto the wood panels of the sweet floor, while a pure rush of air coming from an open window bristled past the pale white curtains and tickled the tips of his skin. His thin sheets were sloppily made about his bed as his legs split comfortably around them. Although the mattress was touched to the floor, the seeping warmth coming from the glittering weather outside seemed to have found it's way in, and surrounded the room with comfortable, yet very air-like feel.
His eyes were hidden behind his closed lids, and his mouth tweaked slightly as the recent breeze crossed his lips. The skin upon him was white as the sheets he laid on, and pure to perfection.
A sudden movement was made in his arm, and his lips parted quickly to a lazy moan. Slowly leaning on his shoulder he pulled his head up looking at the clock that stood next to him.
"Fuck," he groaned falling back, letting a thump echo throughout the room. Only letting a moment pass before stretching his arms to the ceiling as far as he could, and bending his legs to a releasing twinge.
Throwing his legs over the bed he quickly walked into the bathroom and began his usual morning routine; not having one and shabbily taking and doing what was needed. As the shower opened to welcome him in, he searched quickly for his comb to wipe away the rather greased hair of his from gel.
Even after his first step into the steaming shower he felt himself relaxing into the pressure of the liquid. The stream coming from the showerhead dropped forcefully unto his back, and droplets trickled down across his torso. Not a feeling of stress passed him, and not an emotion of complication came across in his mind. His hair drenched with water plastered onto his head and took any shape he wanted as he entwined his fingers in it and gently rubbed in his shampoo. Not wasting a moment of relaxation, he rinsed savoring each droplet of water streaking across his body.
Mumbling words under his breath, the glistening water across his skin now disappeared, and his hair gleamed fresh with new gel pushing it back. Still naked, he walked slowly back to his bedroom and grabbed the first button-up shirt he saw and the first pair of trousers he could lay his eyes on. Wrinkled slightly, he mumbled words once more and watched them dissolve to nothing but perfect ironed clothes. He took more care to choosing robes, carefully searching through each one, and finally choosing on a rather smug grey cloak.
He turned to his mirror and sighed sleepily looking at his reflection.
"Glum dear?" It asked having him look at a voice with no face.
"Sod off," He yawned stretching his arms into the air.
And while taking one more last check on his room, made his way to the living room. Grabbing for his wand laying on the table next to the couch, he stored it into the pocket in his robe, and sighed quietly. And with a quick pop. Draco Malfoy was gone.
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"Where the fuck is he?" A man bellowed banging his fist to the table and glaring madly at the room surrounding him. The other men in the room looked nervously at one another and turned quickly back down to the table, afraid of eye contact with such a man with hidden rage.
A rather balding man bent down to the table and looked up to his face, while the other's nudged him terrified of any socializing with the man.
"Yes Peter?" He said hissing through his teeth.
Peter glanced quickly around the room and slouched back in his chair, praying to Merlin he'd be safe from any yelling in his direction. "Nothing Lucious," He answered quietly folding his hands into his lap.
A sudden pop was heard and Draco Malfoy appeared looking tired and his cheeks flushed. "Where have you been?" Lucious said stretching his fingers out like claws and staring at his son with apprehension.
"Sleeping dear father," Draco answered calmly raising an eyebrow to the rest of the wizards who seemed surprised at his tranquility. "I didn't happen to miss anything now did I?" He asked pulling out a large wooden chair bordered with a gold etching, and sitting down without a notice of alarm.
His father glared heavily and his nostrils flared, though he dare not press further. His son was now at an age where he could fight back, and the one father in his life could not fright him as he once did. Lucious was a tall man, built with a thick line of health and a sneering face that burned through your skull. The pale skin matched his son's perfectly, and the fine light hair seemed less compared to his son's. But he wore clothes that stated clearly no muggle would have not questioned, and every droplet of sweat made on his face was somehow made in anger. Although he dare not admit it, the son he once controlled now seemed in more power than he.
And Merlin knows how difficult the sudden change has been for him.
"You missed a rather important statement made by Peter, but if it meant much to you, you would have found yourself here on time." Although what Lucious had said was not true at all, he would not dare admit they were all waiting for Draco impatiently to start the meeting. Not once would he allow his son the thought of him having more power than himself.
"Ah well," Draco said leaning back and putting his feet on the table roughly. "Can't be here for everything, now can I?" His father glared steeply at his son's feet now placed atop the rather old, and inherited table, he gaze trailed upward to Draco's face staring rather happily at the rest of the room. Draco's head turned to his father, and he raised an eyebrow looking curious, "Shall we begin then?"
Not wasting a moment of time a sudden shout was heard from one of the wizards encircled around the table, "I AM NOT CONTINUING WITH THESE DAMN MUDBLOODS ALLOWING THEMSELVES ON MY STREETS!" His eyes glared heavily, and his nostrils flared with anger.
Everyone started breaking out into argument, each having their own opinion wanting to be heard, all except Draco. He merely just sat there staring at the table looking as though not a thought had passed him. Lucious caught his son, and stopped talking immediately, "Have it already figured out Draco?" He asked grinning evilly.
Draco didn't even look up, "Well, if all we are to talk about are the mudbloods who are still, if we haven't noticed it already, here then we mine as well ignore the fact that who really gives a shit. Nothing is going to happen if we don't take heavy action and burn their sorry arses out of our rightful world. And we all know we can't do this without our dear friend Tom Riddle, so what's the point of talking about it, when the answer is so clearly there in front of you?"
The room went silent. They stared at the table looking nervously at their hands. Lucious heaved a deep breath, and rubbed his eyes, "Fuck Draco, you know quite well we can't do that."
"Why not?" Everyone stared at him questioningly, "Just because you're terrified of him, doesn't mean you can't. Fuck, I'd be pissed at you all too, but there's no action we can make without him. So stop fucking whining and do something about it!"
The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to Lucious Malfoy looked as though every vein in him was close to exploding and his cheeks turned red with stress.