A/N: Hallo! Oh I feel bad for not updating for so long. Please forgive
me. I put a twist in the plot and I hope you enjoy it. Well maybe not
enjoy it but I hope you enjoy the story. I do not own any of the Harry
Potter characters; all of their rights go to J.K Rowling and Warner
Brothers. Hehehe. Sorry dictator thoughts. Anyways please enjoy.
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Draco turned his head away from the streak of light shinning across his closed eyes. "Kimly, what did I say about drawing my drapes?" He muttered sleepily as he sought the comfortable darkness.
"Well Master Draco. You said that opening your drapes before ten in the morning was punishable by death." The house elf replied calmly as if this was a regularly asked question. The house elf paused as he flicked a piece of imaginary dust off of his scarf arranged in a toga manner. His eyes widened and the next time he spoke his pitch was an octave higher. "You can't kill me! You can't kill me!" He almost screeched with panic, tears streaming down his face.
Draco rolled over and scowled disapprovingly at the house elf. "I can do anything I please. Why shouldn't I kill you?" He asked coldly.
"Master you see it's past ten, really it is sir. Besides who would take care of you if you didn't have Kimly?' The house elf sobbed into the scarf. "Oh please Master, say you need Kimly as much as Kimly needs you."
Draco's face softened and he sat up pulling the expensive midnight black sheets to the side. "You're the only house elf I'll allow to talk in my presence." He replied. "So what is on my schedule today?" He asked with reserve. "Wait, I don't want to know quite yet. Just tell me if I have anything on in the next two hours."
"No sir, your schedule is clean until three o'clock. Shall I remind you again when your appointment approaches?" Kimly asked eagerly.
"Yes." Kimly started to bow out of the room but Draco's voice caused him to stop. "Oh Kimly go see if my breakfast is ready. I'll be at the table in a few minutes." Draco promptly turned his back to the house elf, dismissing his completely from his thoughts.
Draco moved towards his stain blue robe, and pulled it over his bare shoulders before belting it loosely shut around his trim waist. He frowned as he ran a shaky hand through his bedraggled hair.
"Kimly, what is my three o'clock appointment?" He asked with a frown adorned on his troubled face.
The house elf looked up at his master gathering his toga scarf in both hands and pulled it up towards his heart. "It's your appointment with the jeweler sir. Oh Master it is suck a happy time for Kimly. Miss Weasley will become Mrs. Malfoy. She is the best of all Weasley's." His expression of joy clouding over with confusion and he started to pace. "Except for Ronald Weasley, or Bill or Charlie, possibly. Certainly not those twins." He said with a look of discontent. "Oh no, with all of their booming and grossing. Then are DISRUPTERS, and house elves cannot abide by disrupters. No sir,"
"Cancel it!" Draco interrupted with a snap.
The house elf's eyes filled with tears as he backed out of the room in a very low bow. "Of course sir. Pardon me sir. I'll punish myself right away sir." He stammered mournfully.
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Don't bother punishing yourself. It's not worth the effort." Draco pulled the crisply folded newspaper towards him and flipped through the sections without paying close attention until he came across a picture of Ginny with some other man's arm thrown around her shoulders. He scowled as the picture of Ginny threw her head back and laughed. 'She seems to be moving on remarkably well.' He thought bitterly as he read the caption underneath. "Sphinx's owner's close friends.some garbage about a sparkly shirt. Ah, here's what I want. Designer Marcus Corton." His face relaxed. "Oh good, it's just her gay boss." He muttered in relief. He pushed his chair back sharply and yelled. "Kimly, I'm going out. Cancel all my appointments and press my good black robes for tonight." And with a flick of his belt he stormed out of the dinning room towards his bedroom.
Draco stood underneath the ach leading to the green saloon surveying the clusters of men in flashy dark robes with indifference. His eyes flicked around the room noting his father among one of the groups of men and his mother wad drifting from couch to couch, gossiping with the seated elderly ladies. Pansy Parkinson stood in the center of a group of young stylishly dressed women, an acute expression of dislike momentarily flashed across his face as her noticed her bleached hair.
Draco returned his cold gaze back to his father, who had detached himself from the group of men he had been chatting with and made his way towards his son. Draco quickly scanned his father's face looking for hint of real emotion, but it was no use, an almost affectionate expression was the only emotion readable on Lucius Malfoy's face.
"Draco, how good of you to come?" His father said with an aloof tone as he put his hand on one of his son's shoulders. "And thank you for not bringing that Weasley girl, it would have caused a few difficulties for what we're discussing tonight.
"The pleasure is all mine father," His insincerity hidden skillfully under his cold smile. "I did wonder about the. abrupt request though. What are we discussing" he broke off as he saw his mother almost gliding towards them.
"Draco I'm so glad you came. Thank you for following our wishes in your attendance." She faintly smiled; careful not to crease her perfectly powdered face with such unseemly things such as laugh lines.
Draco clasped her hand and raised it to his lips. "Mother, you're looking as lovely as ever." He commented on her unchanging appearance. It had never changed.
Narcissa turned her pale eyes towards her husband with a look of glowing approval. "I think all of our hard work had finally paid off." She returned her emotionless gaze back to her son. "Why thank you Draco. That's very kind of you to day so. You're flattering your mama you know?" She let her hands flutter up to her heart as if she was touched by his comment.
Lucius looked at his wife fondly and offered her his arm. "It's true you know. You haven't changed a bit in the last twenty years." Draco almost blinked in surprise at this but he continued to look the dutiful son. "Madam, may I escort you to the dinning room?" He offered courteously.
Narcissa sank into a graceful curtsey of acceptance and laid her fingertips upon her husband's arm and they started towards the opposite side of the room leading to the dinning room. They paused and she turned around to shoot him a chilling glare. "Draco you will sit with Miss. Parkinson and you will treat her courteously." She paused as if remembering that they were in the midst of her guests and she had said this above a whisper. "Would you my dear one?" Her eyes flashing once again changing them from the cold and dead look to promise pain if her wish was not done.
Draco gave her a jerky little half bow and smiled coldly at her. "I wouldn't dream of anything else mother." He replied politely.
"Good. Oh and Draco we will resume out little conversation later tonight. After dinner when the ladies retire I think." His father added as an after thought.
'Good old Dad, he couldn't be left out of a conversation. He wouldn't allow it.' Draco thought bitterly to himself. He made his way towards the group of chattering ladies his age and presented his arm to Pansy. "May I escort you to dinner Pansy?" He asked civilly.
A gleam of triumph flickered in her eyes as her wove her arm through the accepted and she smiled brightly at him. "Oh course you may Draco. I'd love it in fact."
Draco sighed inaudibly as he thought drearily about how the dinner would play out. Pansy would hang off of him trying to see if she couldn't have a repeat performance, his mother would watch his with her cold gaze and he would have to be entertaining and charming. 'Oh lord what a bore!'
The meal came and went by without surprise. He did have some pleasure telling Pansy that she had been a mistake and he would never have sex with her again if he had anything to do with it. This of course was said all under a pleasant smile. After that Pansy left his alone and he was left to entertain the rather elderly lady seated on his other side.
Platters of fruit and individual mousses appeared in every plate setting. The drone of voices ended and desert was eaten in a content silence. After the ladies rose from the table and retired into the previously vacated saloon, closing the doors behind them.
Lucius cleared his throat loudly and rose from his chair. "My dear friends and colleagues. Tonight we finish laying our plans to eliminate one of the more prevalent pure blood wizarding families, whom have always fought against the one true cause. The only cause for pure bloods!" He looked around seeing expressions of approval. "As you know, in two days there will be a large gathering of mud bloods and the wizards," he almost spit the word in distaste, "Yes, the pureblood wizards who support them and are even willing to sacrifice their lives for those filthy creatures." He seemed to shake himself out of his forming rage and continued his speech. "The gathering will take place at the Weasley's annual picnic. We are ordered to eliminate as many of those sniveling rodents as possible." He ended his little tirade of a look of satisfaction. "Any questions?"
Draco looked around with curiosity. Apparently they had already planned this extensively and the little speech were for people like him, the supposedly under cover ones. Only one man had a question and it dealt completely with they could take liberties with the women before they finally slaughtered the lot. Permission was of course given.
Draco turned his head to the side only half listening to the rest of the discussion. All he could think about was Ginny. How could this have only happened in a couple of days? Why did it have to happen to the two of them? Damn him and damn the Dark Lord!
"Now remember gentlemen, the girl Weasley -Virginia I think- is supposed to remain alive and without to much damage upon her body. We'll let Draco take care of her since they have this little 'relationship'. She'll trust him readily enough and we will be rewarded beyond our wildest dreams." This is what jerked Draco out of him thoughts. All he could do was stare blankly at his father. This was taken as acceptance and Lucius smiled at him. "Good. Gentlemen, the ladies await our pleasure. Let us dance until dawn!"
TBC~ A/N: So I hope you enjoyed my little twist of the plot. It wasn't intentional. My muse made me do it. Anyways next chapter will be about the picnic. Oh and please look into the story Tiny Q and I have written. It's called Shh! No It Doesn't! By Bitter is Better. It really isn't bad at all. Have a good day!
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Draco turned his head away from the streak of light shinning across his closed eyes. "Kimly, what did I say about drawing my drapes?" He muttered sleepily as he sought the comfortable darkness.
"Well Master Draco. You said that opening your drapes before ten in the morning was punishable by death." The house elf replied calmly as if this was a regularly asked question. The house elf paused as he flicked a piece of imaginary dust off of his scarf arranged in a toga manner. His eyes widened and the next time he spoke his pitch was an octave higher. "You can't kill me! You can't kill me!" He almost screeched with panic, tears streaming down his face.
Draco rolled over and scowled disapprovingly at the house elf. "I can do anything I please. Why shouldn't I kill you?" He asked coldly.
"Master you see it's past ten, really it is sir. Besides who would take care of you if you didn't have Kimly?' The house elf sobbed into the scarf. "Oh please Master, say you need Kimly as much as Kimly needs you."
Draco's face softened and he sat up pulling the expensive midnight black sheets to the side. "You're the only house elf I'll allow to talk in my presence." He replied. "So what is on my schedule today?" He asked with reserve. "Wait, I don't want to know quite yet. Just tell me if I have anything on in the next two hours."
"No sir, your schedule is clean until three o'clock. Shall I remind you again when your appointment approaches?" Kimly asked eagerly.
"Yes." Kimly started to bow out of the room but Draco's voice caused him to stop. "Oh Kimly go see if my breakfast is ready. I'll be at the table in a few minutes." Draco promptly turned his back to the house elf, dismissing his completely from his thoughts.
Draco moved towards his stain blue robe, and pulled it over his bare shoulders before belting it loosely shut around his trim waist. He frowned as he ran a shaky hand through his bedraggled hair.
"Kimly, what is my three o'clock appointment?" He asked with a frown adorned on his troubled face.
The house elf looked up at his master gathering his toga scarf in both hands and pulled it up towards his heart. "It's your appointment with the jeweler sir. Oh Master it is suck a happy time for Kimly. Miss Weasley will become Mrs. Malfoy. She is the best of all Weasley's." His expression of joy clouding over with confusion and he started to pace. "Except for Ronald Weasley, or Bill or Charlie, possibly. Certainly not those twins." He said with a look of discontent. "Oh no, with all of their booming and grossing. Then are DISRUPTERS, and house elves cannot abide by disrupters. No sir,"
"Cancel it!" Draco interrupted with a snap.
The house elf's eyes filled with tears as he backed out of the room in a very low bow. "Of course sir. Pardon me sir. I'll punish myself right away sir." He stammered mournfully.
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Don't bother punishing yourself. It's not worth the effort." Draco pulled the crisply folded newspaper towards him and flipped through the sections without paying close attention until he came across a picture of Ginny with some other man's arm thrown around her shoulders. He scowled as the picture of Ginny threw her head back and laughed. 'She seems to be moving on remarkably well.' He thought bitterly as he read the caption underneath. "Sphinx's owner's close friends.some garbage about a sparkly shirt. Ah, here's what I want. Designer Marcus Corton." His face relaxed. "Oh good, it's just her gay boss." He muttered in relief. He pushed his chair back sharply and yelled. "Kimly, I'm going out. Cancel all my appointments and press my good black robes for tonight." And with a flick of his belt he stormed out of the dinning room towards his bedroom.
Draco stood underneath the ach leading to the green saloon surveying the clusters of men in flashy dark robes with indifference. His eyes flicked around the room noting his father among one of the groups of men and his mother wad drifting from couch to couch, gossiping with the seated elderly ladies. Pansy Parkinson stood in the center of a group of young stylishly dressed women, an acute expression of dislike momentarily flashed across his face as her noticed her bleached hair.
Draco returned his cold gaze back to his father, who had detached himself from the group of men he had been chatting with and made his way towards his son. Draco quickly scanned his father's face looking for hint of real emotion, but it was no use, an almost affectionate expression was the only emotion readable on Lucius Malfoy's face.
"Draco, how good of you to come?" His father said with an aloof tone as he put his hand on one of his son's shoulders. "And thank you for not bringing that Weasley girl, it would have caused a few difficulties for what we're discussing tonight.
"The pleasure is all mine father," His insincerity hidden skillfully under his cold smile. "I did wonder about the. abrupt request though. What are we discussing" he broke off as he saw his mother almost gliding towards them.
"Draco I'm so glad you came. Thank you for following our wishes in your attendance." She faintly smiled; careful not to crease her perfectly powdered face with such unseemly things such as laugh lines.
Draco clasped her hand and raised it to his lips. "Mother, you're looking as lovely as ever." He commented on her unchanging appearance. It had never changed.
Narcissa turned her pale eyes towards her husband with a look of glowing approval. "I think all of our hard work had finally paid off." She returned her emotionless gaze back to her son. "Why thank you Draco. That's very kind of you to day so. You're flattering your mama you know?" She let her hands flutter up to her heart as if she was touched by his comment.
Lucius looked at his wife fondly and offered her his arm. "It's true you know. You haven't changed a bit in the last twenty years." Draco almost blinked in surprise at this but he continued to look the dutiful son. "Madam, may I escort you to the dinning room?" He offered courteously.
Narcissa sank into a graceful curtsey of acceptance and laid her fingertips upon her husband's arm and they started towards the opposite side of the room leading to the dinning room. They paused and she turned around to shoot him a chilling glare. "Draco you will sit with Miss. Parkinson and you will treat her courteously." She paused as if remembering that they were in the midst of her guests and she had said this above a whisper. "Would you my dear one?" Her eyes flashing once again changing them from the cold and dead look to promise pain if her wish was not done.
Draco gave her a jerky little half bow and smiled coldly at her. "I wouldn't dream of anything else mother." He replied politely.
"Good. Oh and Draco we will resume out little conversation later tonight. After dinner when the ladies retire I think." His father added as an after thought.
'Good old Dad, he couldn't be left out of a conversation. He wouldn't allow it.' Draco thought bitterly to himself. He made his way towards the group of chattering ladies his age and presented his arm to Pansy. "May I escort you to dinner Pansy?" He asked civilly.
A gleam of triumph flickered in her eyes as her wove her arm through the accepted and she smiled brightly at him. "Oh course you may Draco. I'd love it in fact."
Draco sighed inaudibly as he thought drearily about how the dinner would play out. Pansy would hang off of him trying to see if she couldn't have a repeat performance, his mother would watch his with her cold gaze and he would have to be entertaining and charming. 'Oh lord what a bore!'
The meal came and went by without surprise. He did have some pleasure telling Pansy that she had been a mistake and he would never have sex with her again if he had anything to do with it. This of course was said all under a pleasant smile. After that Pansy left his alone and he was left to entertain the rather elderly lady seated on his other side.
Platters of fruit and individual mousses appeared in every plate setting. The drone of voices ended and desert was eaten in a content silence. After the ladies rose from the table and retired into the previously vacated saloon, closing the doors behind them.
Lucius cleared his throat loudly and rose from his chair. "My dear friends and colleagues. Tonight we finish laying our plans to eliminate one of the more prevalent pure blood wizarding families, whom have always fought against the one true cause. The only cause for pure bloods!" He looked around seeing expressions of approval. "As you know, in two days there will be a large gathering of mud bloods and the wizards," he almost spit the word in distaste, "Yes, the pureblood wizards who support them and are even willing to sacrifice their lives for those filthy creatures." He seemed to shake himself out of his forming rage and continued his speech. "The gathering will take place at the Weasley's annual picnic. We are ordered to eliminate as many of those sniveling rodents as possible." He ended his little tirade of a look of satisfaction. "Any questions?"
Draco looked around with curiosity. Apparently they had already planned this extensively and the little speech were for people like him, the supposedly under cover ones. Only one man had a question and it dealt completely with they could take liberties with the women before they finally slaughtered the lot. Permission was of course given.
Draco turned his head to the side only half listening to the rest of the discussion. All he could think about was Ginny. How could this have only happened in a couple of days? Why did it have to happen to the two of them? Damn him and damn the Dark Lord!
"Now remember gentlemen, the girl Weasley -Virginia I think- is supposed to remain alive and without to much damage upon her body. We'll let Draco take care of her since they have this little 'relationship'. She'll trust him readily enough and we will be rewarded beyond our wildest dreams." This is what jerked Draco out of him thoughts. All he could do was stare blankly at his father. This was taken as acceptance and Lucius smiled at him. "Good. Gentlemen, the ladies await our pleasure. Let us dance until dawn!"
TBC~ A/N: So I hope you enjoyed my little twist of the plot. It wasn't intentional. My muse made me do it. Anyways next chapter will be about the picnic. Oh and please look into the story Tiny Q and I have written. It's called Shh! No It Doesn't! By Bitter is Better. It really isn't bad at all. Have a good day!
