Title: Pen Pals pt 6
Subtitle: Busted
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Potions ended shortly after that and Draco knew that he had been lucky that Snape hadn't deducted more than twenty points from his house. * How could I forget that I was in Snapes class? He never misses a bloody thing. * He thought to himself as he found himself face to face with the terrible trio. "What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked.
"What's with you?" Harry asked.
"Harry?" Hermione and Ron shouted.
Harry looked at his friends and replied; "He hasn't said a mean thing to us for almost a whole week." Then turning to face Draco again he continued, "And I want to know why."
Draco looked at Harry and the shocked looks from his friends and had to laugh. "Miss my low blows, Potter?" He sneered.
"Hardly." Harry retorted. "Just making sure that you haven't gone all soft on us, is all." He added.
"Soft?" Draco snorted. Then he realized he didn't have a good comeback because his thoughts were momentarily turned to the slayer friend he had. "You wish." He spat as he turned on his heals and walked to the Slytherin Dormitories.
"Someone please tell me that was Malfoy." Hermione stated in complete shock.
"I wish I could, but I'm not sure either." Harry replied. Knowing something was up, but not sure how to find out seeing how Draco hated them.
Once in the Slytherin common room, he noticed his friends Crabb and Goyle. "Hey." He said walking up to them. They looked at each other and back at Draco, neither said anything. Then to his surprise they walked away. Scowling he walked to his room. Pulling Faith's letter from his robes he read over it again. His scowl turned into a smile after he read "I'm free!". He was happy for her, and lost in his own thoughts he didn't hear anyone come up behind him until something touched his shoulder.
Jumping, he hid the letter and quickly turned around to he see his father standing there in all his glory. "Draco." He purred.
* Uh on, I'm in trouble. * "Yes, father." He replied confidence evident in his voice.
"What's this I hear about an extracurricular activity that you have been participating in?" His voice demanding, but his eyes held a type of cruelty that Draco hadn't ever seen directed at him.
"You mean the out reach program?" He asked placing a sneer on his previously smiling face.
"That's the one." Lucius replied. "You aren't actually doing it are you?" He demanded.
He didn't know what to say, he knew at the beginning he was outraged at the thought. But now he enjoyed writing to Faith.
Lucius watched in silent horror and anger as he saw his son going through a mental battle. Braking into his thoughts he replied, "Pity."
Draco looked up into his father's eyes and saw anger and disappointment at his son's weakness. He wasn't paying attention to his father's actions. Before he knew it, he was on the floor biting his lip to prevent yelling in pain. After a few minutes the pain subsided and his father was gone. * Frigin' a. *
Deciding to just stay on the ground he pulled himself into sitting position and levitated his parchment and his quill to him. He began writing a letter to his slayer.
'Dear Slayer,
Congratulations on being set free. I know you don't feel that you deserve it, but I honestly don't know how you could come to terms with what happened behind "bars". I'm very proud of you, the only thing that put a damper in that mood was one, getting caught reading your letter in Snape's Potions class (the one that's in the dungeon). Then after class the terrible trio came up to me again, and asked what was up with me. I'm almost worried what they think, but I also don't really care anymore. Then the last thing that could get me all down about your news was the appearance of my father.
Now that said, I've got some gloomy news. My father found out about how I was writing to someone in the school's new program called the Out Reach Program. I don't think he knows that it's you, but knowing my father, he'll find out. I don't think that I'll be able to write to you until he forgets or simply doesn't care. I really don't want you to think that I don't like you or that I don't need you or want you as a friend. I'm just worried that my father would do something serious to both of us. Never forget me, slayer. I'm with you always. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy'
He folded the letter quickly and sent it on his way. He sat there on the floor for two hours staring at the fire in the fireplace before anyone noticed that he wasn't in class, or at meals.
An owl flew in it his room, which he thankfully had to himself, and delivered a message from Dumbledore. He quickly read it and slowly stood up. He walked out of his room and noticed that everyone there got all quiet when he walked threw the common room.
Once out of the common room he had to wonder what Dumbledore wanted. He'd already seen him earlier today, or was it yesterday. The days seemed to flow together ever since he began to write Faith. * My slayer. I'm so sorry that I can't be as strong as you are, against my father. Now we'll both suffer because of him. *
Outside of Dumbledore's office he whispered the password. Gathering himself as he slowly climbed the steps to the large oak door. Knocking once he entered and quietly shut it behind him. He noticed that he wasn't alone, when he saw his father straighten up in his chair.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore called softly to him bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Professor." Draco replied.
"You're probably wondering why you're here in my office again." Dumbledore replied watching Draco nod before continuing, "Your father would like to know who you've been writing to. I told him that who ever the students that were writing to stayed between that student and the person on the other end."
"This is an outrage!" Lucius cried. "Writing to muggles." He spat but then continued, "It simply shouldn't be done. Mixing the two worlds."
"Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that whomever the students are writing to are people who are involved in the different aspects of magics." Dumbledore reassured the irate man.
"Oh really?" Lucius sneered and at Dumbledore's nodding he barked, "Draco!"
"Yes father." Draco said. It was the first he'd spoken to his father since he saw him almost three hours before.
"Tell me, who are you writing to?" Lucius demanded eyes blazing with anger.
"The rouge slayer." He whispered.
"Who?" Lucius demanded.
"The rouge slayer, father." He repeated with more confidence.
"Ah, a fine choice." Dumbledore replied giving a soft smile of encouragement to Draco.
Lucius looked almost confused, he'd always believed that the slayer was a fable and here his only son was writing to one. "What's the difference between the rouge slayer and a slayer?" He asked defensively.
"A rouge slayer is one that doesn't follow rules, and usually they have had a fall out with who she is, and a slayer is one that has a watcher and follows rules." Draco replied surprising his father with his answer.
"So are you trying to tell me that there's a rouge slayer and that the demon world is running a muck?" Lucius glared.
"No, sir. There's an unusual case with this slayer. There are two. One is the longest living slayer also a pretty powerful one, and the other is the rouge slayer." Draco answered ignoring the glares he was receiving.
Lucius didn't say another word he was infuriated. He stormed out of the office and was gone less than a minute later.
"Well done, Draco." Dumbledore commented, then he noticed the look of sadness on Draco's face. "What is it?" He asked.
"I'm worried, that I've betrayed her trust." Draco replied, but continued, "I told her about how he found out that I was writing to her, and that it might be a while before I talk to her again. I don't want to become what I was raised to become."
Standing up Dumbledore walked around his red wood desk to stand beside Draco. "You don't have to become him. I've seen you the past couple of days and am amazed at who you've become. You are Draco Malfoy, not Malfoy, Draco." He replied softly. "She must be special, if she's gotten you to defy a powerful man." He stated which caused Draco to look up.
Draco was surprised what he heard Dumbledore tell him, and was even more shocked at the look in his eyes. There was no coldness, no hatred, and no cruelness, just kindness. "She is, professor. She truly is."
TBC
Subtitle: Busted
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Potions ended shortly after that and Draco knew that he had been lucky that Snape hadn't deducted more than twenty points from his house. * How could I forget that I was in Snapes class? He never misses a bloody thing. * He thought to himself as he found himself face to face with the terrible trio. "What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked.
"What's with you?" Harry asked.
"Harry?" Hermione and Ron shouted.
Harry looked at his friends and replied; "He hasn't said a mean thing to us for almost a whole week." Then turning to face Draco again he continued, "And I want to know why."
Draco looked at Harry and the shocked looks from his friends and had to laugh. "Miss my low blows, Potter?" He sneered.
"Hardly." Harry retorted. "Just making sure that you haven't gone all soft on us, is all." He added.
"Soft?" Draco snorted. Then he realized he didn't have a good comeback because his thoughts were momentarily turned to the slayer friend he had. "You wish." He spat as he turned on his heals and walked to the Slytherin Dormitories.
"Someone please tell me that was Malfoy." Hermione stated in complete shock.
"I wish I could, but I'm not sure either." Harry replied. Knowing something was up, but not sure how to find out seeing how Draco hated them.
Once in the Slytherin common room, he noticed his friends Crabb and Goyle. "Hey." He said walking up to them. They looked at each other and back at Draco, neither said anything. Then to his surprise they walked away. Scowling he walked to his room. Pulling Faith's letter from his robes he read over it again. His scowl turned into a smile after he read "I'm free!". He was happy for her, and lost in his own thoughts he didn't hear anyone come up behind him until something touched his shoulder.
Jumping, he hid the letter and quickly turned around to he see his father standing there in all his glory. "Draco." He purred.
* Uh on, I'm in trouble. * "Yes, father." He replied confidence evident in his voice.
"What's this I hear about an extracurricular activity that you have been participating in?" His voice demanding, but his eyes held a type of cruelty that Draco hadn't ever seen directed at him.
"You mean the out reach program?" He asked placing a sneer on his previously smiling face.
"That's the one." Lucius replied. "You aren't actually doing it are you?" He demanded.
He didn't know what to say, he knew at the beginning he was outraged at the thought. But now he enjoyed writing to Faith.
Lucius watched in silent horror and anger as he saw his son going through a mental battle. Braking into his thoughts he replied, "Pity."
Draco looked up into his father's eyes and saw anger and disappointment at his son's weakness. He wasn't paying attention to his father's actions. Before he knew it, he was on the floor biting his lip to prevent yelling in pain. After a few minutes the pain subsided and his father was gone. * Frigin' a. *
Deciding to just stay on the ground he pulled himself into sitting position and levitated his parchment and his quill to him. He began writing a letter to his slayer.
'Dear Slayer,
Congratulations on being set free. I know you don't feel that you deserve it, but I honestly don't know how you could come to terms with what happened behind "bars". I'm very proud of you, the only thing that put a damper in that mood was one, getting caught reading your letter in Snape's Potions class (the one that's in the dungeon). Then after class the terrible trio came up to me again, and asked what was up with me. I'm almost worried what they think, but I also don't really care anymore. Then the last thing that could get me all down about your news was the appearance of my father.
Now that said, I've got some gloomy news. My father found out about how I was writing to someone in the school's new program called the Out Reach Program. I don't think he knows that it's you, but knowing my father, he'll find out. I don't think that I'll be able to write to you until he forgets or simply doesn't care. I really don't want you to think that I don't like you or that I don't need you or want you as a friend. I'm just worried that my father would do something serious to both of us. Never forget me, slayer. I'm with you always. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy'
He folded the letter quickly and sent it on his way. He sat there on the floor for two hours staring at the fire in the fireplace before anyone noticed that he wasn't in class, or at meals.
An owl flew in it his room, which he thankfully had to himself, and delivered a message from Dumbledore. He quickly read it and slowly stood up. He walked out of his room and noticed that everyone there got all quiet when he walked threw the common room.
Once out of the common room he had to wonder what Dumbledore wanted. He'd already seen him earlier today, or was it yesterday. The days seemed to flow together ever since he began to write Faith. * My slayer. I'm so sorry that I can't be as strong as you are, against my father. Now we'll both suffer because of him. *
Outside of Dumbledore's office he whispered the password. Gathering himself as he slowly climbed the steps to the large oak door. Knocking once he entered and quietly shut it behind him. He noticed that he wasn't alone, when he saw his father straighten up in his chair.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore called softly to him bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Professor." Draco replied.
"You're probably wondering why you're here in my office again." Dumbledore replied watching Draco nod before continuing, "Your father would like to know who you've been writing to. I told him that who ever the students that were writing to stayed between that student and the person on the other end."
"This is an outrage!" Lucius cried. "Writing to muggles." He spat but then continued, "It simply shouldn't be done. Mixing the two worlds."
"Mr. Malfoy, I assure you that whomever the students are writing to are people who are involved in the different aspects of magics." Dumbledore reassured the irate man.
"Oh really?" Lucius sneered and at Dumbledore's nodding he barked, "Draco!"
"Yes father." Draco said. It was the first he'd spoken to his father since he saw him almost three hours before.
"Tell me, who are you writing to?" Lucius demanded eyes blazing with anger.
"The rouge slayer." He whispered.
"Who?" Lucius demanded.
"The rouge slayer, father." He repeated with more confidence.
"Ah, a fine choice." Dumbledore replied giving a soft smile of encouragement to Draco.
Lucius looked almost confused, he'd always believed that the slayer was a fable and here his only son was writing to one. "What's the difference between the rouge slayer and a slayer?" He asked defensively.
"A rouge slayer is one that doesn't follow rules, and usually they have had a fall out with who she is, and a slayer is one that has a watcher and follows rules." Draco replied surprising his father with his answer.
"So are you trying to tell me that there's a rouge slayer and that the demon world is running a muck?" Lucius glared.
"No, sir. There's an unusual case with this slayer. There are two. One is the longest living slayer also a pretty powerful one, and the other is the rouge slayer." Draco answered ignoring the glares he was receiving.
Lucius didn't say another word he was infuriated. He stormed out of the office and was gone less than a minute later.
"Well done, Draco." Dumbledore commented, then he noticed the look of sadness on Draco's face. "What is it?" He asked.
"I'm worried, that I've betrayed her trust." Draco replied, but continued, "I told her about how he found out that I was writing to her, and that it might be a while before I talk to her again. I don't want to become what I was raised to become."
Standing up Dumbledore walked around his red wood desk to stand beside Draco. "You don't have to become him. I've seen you the past couple of days and am amazed at who you've become. You are Draco Malfoy, not Malfoy, Draco." He replied softly. "She must be special, if she's gotten you to defy a powerful man." He stated which caused Draco to look up.
Draco was surprised what he heard Dumbledore tell him, and was even more shocked at the look in his eyes. There was no coldness, no hatred, and no cruelness, just kindness. "She is, professor. She truly is."
TBC