Chapter name: History Mystery
I got ONE review last chapter and I am expecting at least two this chapter!! *Fumes* After all the work I put into it I get no reviews? ::Mutters:: 'Ungrateful readers...'
Nah...I'm just kidding. I don't care if anyone reviews but I like to know that people are reading and what needs to be done with it!!
Ezmerelda: Thanks!
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Three days later it was Thanksgiving Day. Draco awoke with a very painful, sharp, pain in his stomach. He was *very* hungry.
"Ooooohhhhh..." he moaned. It was going to be a long day.
Draco threw on a silver robe and combed his hair until all of the knots were out of it. Then he put on his hunter green socks and black boots. After looking in the mirror to make sure he was presentable, he marched down to breakfast.
Father always wanted breakfast at exactly 8:47 in the morning. Draco thought this was crazy, but didn't dare violate his father's schedule.
Draco sat down at the table. It was 8:48 and Lucius wasn't here yet.
'I wonder where he is?' Draco thought. He went to the kitchens where the house elves were.
"Where's my breakfast?" Draco accused. "And where's Father?"
The house elf named Lobby stepped forward.
"We is sorry sir!" he squeaked. "We is thinking that since it is being a holiday that Master Draco would like to sleep late!"
Draco frowned. "But what about Father? Where's his breakfast?"
"Master had a meeting with the Minister of Magic!" Lobby said excitedly.
"When did he leave?" Draco asked.
"Master is leaving around eight o' clock sir!"
"Well then you best start making my breakfast!" Draco asked sternly.
"Yes sir! Right away Master Draco! What may you be wanting?"
"French toast and a banana shake." Draco said curtly. Then he left the kitchen and sat down at the table.
A couple seconds later some steaming French toast and an ice-cold banana shake appeared at the table. Draco studied it for a moment then shouted:
"Syrup!"
Then the syrup appeared at the table.
After downing all of his breakfast Draco started wandering around the Manor. There was really nothing else to do except be mean to the house elves and Draco was in a slight charitable mood today.
Draco's wandering brought him to the library.
Millions of books lined the walls of Draco's favorite room of the mansion. Fifteen comfy black, hunter green, and silver chairs were scattered through out under the gleaming light of a black chandelier.
Draco walked over to the ancient, long-forgotten books in a dusty corner, hidden from light.
After care surveillance of the peeled, moldy titles, Draco chose the oldest looking book. It was titled, 'History of the Malfoys.'
Half an hour later Draco was wrapped up in the story of Artemus Malfoy battling side-by-side to Dumbledore, fighting Grindlewald.
Draco was so subdued that he didn't notice his somebody open the door and walk in.
Draco jumped out of the chair as somebody cleared his or her throat. Startled, Draco looked around. His eyes rested on his Grandmother.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, almost accusingly. "Didn't you go back to Norway?"
His Grandmother stared at him. "I never left dear heart."
"What're you talking about? Didn't you leave after the funeral?"
"No Draco, I did not. You have been in your room since the funeral. I stayed and your Grandfather went back to Norway for...business..." She trailed off uncertainly, wondering if Draco was sick. "We were worried about you. You didn't eat or come down for three days."
"I didn't?" Draco asked.
"No. I was going to come up and talk to you but your Father told me not to. He said you're almost a man now and can take care of yourself."
"I was up in my room for three days?" Draco was very surprised.
"Yes dear. What is wrong? Why did you never come down?"
"I haven't eaten for three days?" Draco wondered absentmindedly.
"Draco!" his grandmother said sharply. "Quit that! Now tell me what's wrong *right now*!"
Draco thought for a minute. "Grandmother, I think it is because I have been grieving over my mother. I don't remember anything except...except...healing the house elf..."
Draco was stunned. He must have been sleeping or something for all those three days...
"Grandmother...why, I mean, I don't remember anything after I healed the house elf. Why, though?"
Draco's Grandmother smiled a mysterious smile. "Read more of our history, dear boy, and you will see."
"Thank you, Grandmother. What will you do now?"
Grandmother smiled a sort of air-headed smile. "I think I will go into the garden. That's where your Grandfather proposed to me you know."
Then she glided out of the room leaving Draco to muse over his thoughts.
I am soooooo sorry for the long absence and very short chapter! I know what the ending will be but I don't know what to put between here and the ending so I decided to just play around...in other words I have writers block in the ultimate form!!!
BEEFYWPAC
I got ONE review last chapter and I am expecting at least two this chapter!! *Fumes* After all the work I put into it I get no reviews? ::Mutters:: 'Ungrateful readers...'
Nah...I'm just kidding. I don't care if anyone reviews but I like to know that people are reading and what needs to be done with it!!
Ezmerelda: Thanks!
*~*~*~*~*
Three days later it was Thanksgiving Day. Draco awoke with a very painful, sharp, pain in his stomach. He was *very* hungry.
"Ooooohhhhh..." he moaned. It was going to be a long day.
Draco threw on a silver robe and combed his hair until all of the knots were out of it. Then he put on his hunter green socks and black boots. After looking in the mirror to make sure he was presentable, he marched down to breakfast.
Father always wanted breakfast at exactly 8:47 in the morning. Draco thought this was crazy, but didn't dare violate his father's schedule.
Draco sat down at the table. It was 8:48 and Lucius wasn't here yet.
'I wonder where he is?' Draco thought. He went to the kitchens where the house elves were.
"Where's my breakfast?" Draco accused. "And where's Father?"
The house elf named Lobby stepped forward.
"We is sorry sir!" he squeaked. "We is thinking that since it is being a holiday that Master Draco would like to sleep late!"
Draco frowned. "But what about Father? Where's his breakfast?"
"Master had a meeting with the Minister of Magic!" Lobby said excitedly.
"When did he leave?" Draco asked.
"Master is leaving around eight o' clock sir!"
"Well then you best start making my breakfast!" Draco asked sternly.
"Yes sir! Right away Master Draco! What may you be wanting?"
"French toast and a banana shake." Draco said curtly. Then he left the kitchen and sat down at the table.
A couple seconds later some steaming French toast and an ice-cold banana shake appeared at the table. Draco studied it for a moment then shouted:
"Syrup!"
Then the syrup appeared at the table.
After downing all of his breakfast Draco started wandering around the Manor. There was really nothing else to do except be mean to the house elves and Draco was in a slight charitable mood today.
Draco's wandering brought him to the library.
Millions of books lined the walls of Draco's favorite room of the mansion. Fifteen comfy black, hunter green, and silver chairs were scattered through out under the gleaming light of a black chandelier.
Draco walked over to the ancient, long-forgotten books in a dusty corner, hidden from light.
After care surveillance of the peeled, moldy titles, Draco chose the oldest looking book. It was titled, 'History of the Malfoys.'
Half an hour later Draco was wrapped up in the story of Artemus Malfoy battling side-by-side to Dumbledore, fighting Grindlewald.
Draco was so subdued that he didn't notice his somebody open the door and walk in.
Draco jumped out of the chair as somebody cleared his or her throat. Startled, Draco looked around. His eyes rested on his Grandmother.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, almost accusingly. "Didn't you go back to Norway?"
His Grandmother stared at him. "I never left dear heart."
"What're you talking about? Didn't you leave after the funeral?"
"No Draco, I did not. You have been in your room since the funeral. I stayed and your Grandfather went back to Norway for...business..." She trailed off uncertainly, wondering if Draco was sick. "We were worried about you. You didn't eat or come down for three days."
"I didn't?" Draco asked.
"No. I was going to come up and talk to you but your Father told me not to. He said you're almost a man now and can take care of yourself."
"I was up in my room for three days?" Draco was very surprised.
"Yes dear. What is wrong? Why did you never come down?"
"I haven't eaten for three days?" Draco wondered absentmindedly.
"Draco!" his grandmother said sharply. "Quit that! Now tell me what's wrong *right now*!"
Draco thought for a minute. "Grandmother, I think it is because I have been grieving over my mother. I don't remember anything except...except...healing the house elf..."
Draco was stunned. He must have been sleeping or something for all those three days...
"Grandmother...why, I mean, I don't remember anything after I healed the house elf. Why, though?"
Draco's Grandmother smiled a mysterious smile. "Read more of our history, dear boy, and you will see."
"Thank you, Grandmother. What will you do now?"
Grandmother smiled a sort of air-headed smile. "I think I will go into the garden. That's where your Grandfather proposed to me you know."
Then she glided out of the room leaving Draco to muse over his thoughts.
I am soooooo sorry for the long absence and very short chapter! I know what the ending will be but I don't know what to put between here and the ending so I decided to just play around...in other words I have writers block in the ultimate form!!!
BEEFYWPAC
