Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter (damn) or his world, it belongs to JK Rowling, WB, Bloomsbury Books, etc. I wish I owned Draco though…such a pity. I suppose Tommy Boy will have to do ::wink wink::. The plot is mine, perhaps inspired by other stories, if you think something is yours then tell me and I'll let you know whether it is or isn't, i.e. whether or not I read your story and thought it was a clever idea or my brilliant mind came up with it all by itself.

          The title of the story comes from a Simon and Garfunkel song "At the Zoo". It's a brilliant song off of the Bookends Album which I highly recommend. Actually recommend the whole decade, but that would be awfully time consuming (imagine, 10 years spent in the past). I live for reviews, so if you want to keep me alive and feed my life source (i.e. if you want me to finish the story) review.

Prologue

          The day had been exhausting. Shopping with Narcissa always was. Lucuis hadn't graced them with his presence today, thank God. Narcissa had caringly smothered him under parcels of not only his school supplies but the objects that suited her fancy. Thankfully her distraction had allowed him to slip away from her. Or maybe not so thankfully.

He stared at the last parcel in his bag. The black box glared up at him, mocking him, forcing him to glare in return. He had bought it on a whim, a silly little notion that he needed to have it. He was becoming like Narcissa. He loved his mother, he really did, but sometimes he felt as though he was dragged along by a very expensive four-year-old who had never been refused anything in her life. The necklace concealed by the black-covered walls of the box had called out to him, the Albino Aryan dragon scale attached a delicate silver chain. It had drawn him in and controlled him, making him buy it and feel like the biggest idiot for allowing himself to be controlled like that. Was that how Narcissa felt whenever she set her eyes on something in a shop? Now at home he would have to find a secure place to hide the expensive, gaudy trinket. Home wasn't safe he knew; the only place that was secure was away from the Manor. He opened his school trunk quietly and did a simple space making charm on the inner lid he found the energy quite easily, mimicking his mothers magical gift. He slid the velvet box into the slit, which silently stretched to fit it and shrunk to conceal the necklace. He sighed as he closed the lid, stopping to listen for his father's heavy footsteps or his mother's high-heeled click clacking heels or the soft scurrying of a house elf. Hearing nothing, he sighed once more and slid into his bed, ready for a week of anxious waiting. One more week and it would be safe, far from the prying wand flicks of his father. One more week and he would be safe along with it.