(A/N)- Hello everyone, I'm back now! I know this chapter is really short,
but it's just a teaser to keep you all interested. More chapters will be
coming soon.
Chapter Ten- Two Letters
Mr. Lucius Malfoy-
You may not know me, but I am sure you know my father, Carter Parkinson. I am his daughter Pansy, and I attend Hogwarts with your son. I have some information about Draco that I am sure you will find very upsetting, but I feel it is my duty to inform you. Today I witnessed a very personal moment between Draco and a girl; they were kissing. Since he is a teenage boy I know this doesn't sound very alarming, but the girl was none other than Hermione Granger. If you have any doubts of the validity of my account, just know that I am a Slytherin. I hope that says enough.
Sincerely,
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy sealed the letter and attached it to her tawny owl Macbeth.
"This letter is for Lucius Malfoy's eyes only," she warned the owl. Her stomach growled as she watched Macbeth fly out the window.
"How the hell am I going to act normal around Draco now?" Pansy wondered as she made her way to Great Hall. She suddenly stopped with a sickening realization. If Draco kissed Hermione, it meant he wasn't at all interested in her, Pansy. Pansy had always known Draco never really liked her, but seeing him with Hermione forced her to admit it to herself. Pansy had hung on to the hope that Draco would some day learn to love her, but now that futile dream was smashed.
Pansy wasn't feeling very hungry anymore. She quickly turned and headed towards her dormitory.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Macbeth wearily rapped on the window of Malfoy Manor. Lucius was eating breakfast alone, and rose to let in the owl from the chilly morning. Lucius untied the letter addressed to him, and Macbeth immediately began picking at Lucius' forgotten breakfast.
Lucius quickly scanned the letter as he walked back to his seat. He finally absorbed the contents after a minute-long shock, and slammed his fist on the table, upsetting his plate and Macbeth. Macbeth stole one last piece of bacon before flying off in search of a more peaceful room.
Having recovered from losing his cool, Lucius calmly removed his wand from his robe and summoned a quill and parchment from his desk in the room next door. He quickly wrote a note, reread it to make sure it said exactly what he wanted it to say, and glided out of the room in search of his own snowy white owl.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco-
I would request your presence October 11th here at Malfoy Manor, seven o'clock sharp. There are things we need to discuss, namely your romantic relationships. Do not be late.
-Lucius Malfoy
Draco couldn't breathe. Someone saw. Someone had seen him and Hermione together, and now they had told Lucius.
"Oh God," Draco moaned. The one thing that couldn't happen happened. Lucius knew, and Draco shook with fear. He couldn't refuse to go; Lucius would find him and the punishment would be doubled. No one defied Lucius and got away with it.
"Draco?" Hermione's voice brought Draco back to his senses. "What's wrong? What does the note say?"
Draco quickly crumpled the paper before Hermione could read it. "It's my father. He-He wants me to come home next Saturday." Draco stopped. He couldn't tell Hermione what was in store for him- she wouldn't let him leave if she knew.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Draco." Hermione sensed there was something Draco wasn't telling her, but she didn't want to push it. "Well, at least you'll only be gone one night."
"Right. That's good," Draco answered in a calm voice. Inside, though, his stomach was churning.
"I'll be right back, I forgot my book." Hermione jogged up her stairs. Draco barely even noticed she was gone.
"How bad is it going to be this time?" Draco wondered frantically to himself. He reached behind his shoulder, and gently felt the hidden scars along his back. If Lucius was mad enough to cause those scars when Draco lost a Quidditch match, there was no telling what he would do this time. This time, the family's blood honor was at stake. This time, Draco feared, would be the worst of all.
Chapter Ten- Two Letters
Mr. Lucius Malfoy-
You may not know me, but I am sure you know my father, Carter Parkinson. I am his daughter Pansy, and I attend Hogwarts with your son. I have some information about Draco that I am sure you will find very upsetting, but I feel it is my duty to inform you. Today I witnessed a very personal moment between Draco and a girl; they were kissing. Since he is a teenage boy I know this doesn't sound very alarming, but the girl was none other than Hermione Granger. If you have any doubts of the validity of my account, just know that I am a Slytherin. I hope that says enough.
Sincerely,
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy sealed the letter and attached it to her tawny owl Macbeth.
"This letter is for Lucius Malfoy's eyes only," she warned the owl. Her stomach growled as she watched Macbeth fly out the window.
"How the hell am I going to act normal around Draco now?" Pansy wondered as she made her way to Great Hall. She suddenly stopped with a sickening realization. If Draco kissed Hermione, it meant he wasn't at all interested in her, Pansy. Pansy had always known Draco never really liked her, but seeing him with Hermione forced her to admit it to herself. Pansy had hung on to the hope that Draco would some day learn to love her, but now that futile dream was smashed.
Pansy wasn't feeling very hungry anymore. She quickly turned and headed towards her dormitory.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Macbeth wearily rapped on the window of Malfoy Manor. Lucius was eating breakfast alone, and rose to let in the owl from the chilly morning. Lucius untied the letter addressed to him, and Macbeth immediately began picking at Lucius' forgotten breakfast.
Lucius quickly scanned the letter as he walked back to his seat. He finally absorbed the contents after a minute-long shock, and slammed his fist on the table, upsetting his plate and Macbeth. Macbeth stole one last piece of bacon before flying off in search of a more peaceful room.
Having recovered from losing his cool, Lucius calmly removed his wand from his robe and summoned a quill and parchment from his desk in the room next door. He quickly wrote a note, reread it to make sure it said exactly what he wanted it to say, and glided out of the room in search of his own snowy white owl.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco-
I would request your presence October 11th here at Malfoy Manor, seven o'clock sharp. There are things we need to discuss, namely your romantic relationships. Do not be late.
-Lucius Malfoy
Draco couldn't breathe. Someone saw. Someone had seen him and Hermione together, and now they had told Lucius.
"Oh God," Draco moaned. The one thing that couldn't happen happened. Lucius knew, and Draco shook with fear. He couldn't refuse to go; Lucius would find him and the punishment would be doubled. No one defied Lucius and got away with it.
"Draco?" Hermione's voice brought Draco back to his senses. "What's wrong? What does the note say?"
Draco quickly crumpled the paper before Hermione could read it. "It's my father. He-He wants me to come home next Saturday." Draco stopped. He couldn't tell Hermione what was in store for him- she wouldn't let him leave if she knew.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Draco." Hermione sensed there was something Draco wasn't telling her, but she didn't want to push it. "Well, at least you'll only be gone one night."
"Right. That's good," Draco answered in a calm voice. Inside, though, his stomach was churning.
"I'll be right back, I forgot my book." Hermione jogged up her stairs. Draco barely even noticed she was gone.
"How bad is it going to be this time?" Draco wondered frantically to himself. He reached behind his shoulder, and gently felt the hidden scars along his back. If Lucius was mad enough to cause those scars when Draco lost a Quidditch match, there was no telling what he would do this time. This time, the family's blood honor was at stake. This time, Draco feared, would be the worst of all.