Touched by Frost
Emerald Sky
chapter four~ Stork?
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"YOU WHAT?", Draco's father hollered so loud that it would make owls miles away fly away. Bloomy stopped in the doorway with a tea tray and turned back around without saying a word.
"I was immature then, at least I'm taking care of my actions and raising the child!" Draco hollered back.
His father rolled his eyes at him, "Immature THEN? You've hardly improved, raising this..this thing from hell is alot harder than it looks, boy."
"How hard can it be? She's just a kid."
"You just wait, you should have just left her on the streets for the trouble she'll cost you." his father spat pointing a threatening finger at him. "She's already cost you a fine women." he added in a low voice and just walked away. Leaving Draco angry with rage but all the same not knowing if he should storm after him and tell him what he really thought or just lay low and try and be the responsible one for once.
"Tea?" Bloomy asked in a small trembling voice.
"Run the hot water Bloomy. I need another bath."
"It will be ready when you make it upstairs, Master!" Bloomy told him happily and ran off upstairs leaving the tea tray on a near by end table.
Draco sighed heavily and poured himself a cup. He knew his father was right about how much it would cost him...but how hard could it be? It seemed pretty odd that a harmless child like her would be trouble to raise. Draco finished the rest of the pot while swimming in thoughts of self pity and puzzlement. What HAD he gotten himself into?
Not before long the elf was at the bottom of the stairs and informed him that his bath was prepared and scurried off to the kitchen. Draco slumped upstairs and started to make his way to the bathroom when he heard Angel crying from his bedroom. Of course, he HAD to interrupt not so much because she was his daughter but because she WAS in his room and he needed his bath robe, so he quietly knocked on the door.
"Go away."
"If you didn't want to be disturbed why did you go to my room?" Draco asked trying to hold in his anger.
"Because y-you told me to, and daughters are s-supposed to listen to their fathers right?" she asked through her sobs and sniffs.
Sighing Draco slowly opened the door and faked a small smile to Angel who was red faced from crying. "I'm sorry, it's just you went and exploded down there...and--"
"I heard what you and your father were yelling about me downstairs." she sniffed.
"Oh, I'm sure what he said he didn't mean..." Draco started but wasn't entirely sure what he should apologize for.
Angel lowered her eye brows. "I wasn't even supposed to be born! I was a mistake and I hate knowing that! Mother used to yell that to me all the time when she was angry with me! And it made me cry--" she paused as tears started to streak down her cheeks again, "and it made my cry because I loved her and I didn't think she l-loved me...and I love her and I miss her."
"I'm sure she didn't mean to make you cry." Draco said comfortingly, trying to act fatherly.
"You didn't know how she treated me, you can't say that."
Sighing again Draco said, "Look, I'm not good at any of this fatherly comfort shit so please, unless your going to be more specific just let me get my bath robe and be gone!"
"Don't you miss her?" Angel asked quietly looking a bit shock at his sudden explosion on her.
Draco was half stunned and didn't really know what to say, Pansy's death didn't really effect him that much sinse he hadn't talked to her in a while and he had to admit that not having to send her letters that never got replied to was one less thing he had to do now...
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"Martini."
"But Master, the doctor tells us that to many martini's-- in Master's case anyway -- leads to--"
"MARTINI." Draco said sternly, getting annoyed of his house elf.
Angel skipped down the staircase and sat down. "Good evening!"
"Your not asleep?"
"Nope.
"Your not still crying?"
"Nope."
"Hormonal kid."
"Uuh...yeah...sure..." Angel said looking unsure. She suddenly noticed how dark it was outside. "Your not going to give me a bedtime?"
"...Sleep whenever you like, doesn't bother me." Draco replied noting that he hardly slept at night, being the nocturnal one he was...he often slept in a lot on mornings and wouldn't ever get up in less Bloomy showed up every morning with the breakfast tray. Again, Angel looked unsure for a second but then shook it away and gave a small smile.
"You treat me a lot different then mother did." Angel told him. Draco didn't answer as Bloomy hesitated and handed him his martini. "You also tell me lots of things mother didn't." Draco took a long sip from his drink and nodded slightly. "...If your not a Death Eater...why don't you like Harry Potter?"
Draco glanced over at his curious daughter. "Because."
"That's not an answer--"
"Bloody well is. You don't have to be a Death Eater to hate that fucking little son of a b--"
"Master, Bloomy thinks you shouldn't use that language in front of children."
"Shut up, Bloomy and get some more drinks."
"Where do babies come from?"
Draco slammed down his empty drink and signalled Bloomy to hurry up. "Your fucking ten years old, WHY don't you know that?"
Angel looked hurt and muttered, "Mother never cared to tell me anything."
There was a long awkward silence as Draco tried to patiently wait for his next drink. He normally didn't look at himself as a mature person but compared to his daughter he seemed so much wiser and it felt strange to know so much more than someone so curios and full of questions. He suddenly realized why HIS father was so impatient with his nonsense questions when HE was younger.
"Where do babies come from?" she repeated finally.
"...The stork."
"I always thought that was a bit farfetched..." she answered trailing off then shrugged and fell back into silence. Draco sighed and finished his second drink.
"Where do storks come from?"
Draco slammed down his empty glass again, "WHAT?"
"Where do storks come from?" Angel repeated politely.
"Why they hell do you want to know that?" Draco asked her knowing the obvious answer.
Angel started twidling her thumbs. "Well...if you say babies come from storks then where would the storks come from?"
He wasn't good at lying, he knew that, but he could of at least tried to make up something before he blurted, "...I don't know! Stork land!"
"Where's stork land?"
"ANOTHER MARTINI, BLOOMY!"
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Sorry about the wait for this chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to shove Hermione into the fic in the next few chapters.
Thanks Goes To SuCk Me bEaUTiFul(yeah...I don't know what I was on when i wrote that XD) Myrddin Emrys(haha...I know...just like when he was a kid...actually he DID yell at his father A BIT in this chapter. SexySlytherinChick(I hope it WILL BE an awsome story O_O) vaderisgod(UUuuhh...PANSY won't visit him...but he does go to her funeral and sees people from school there. 'KAY I'll shut up now...) Lil' Bode(*dies* wow, thanks! =D)
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~Emerald Sky