A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait guys! I could have updated earlier today,
but I had math tutoring after school, so I couldn't come straight home. And
after that, I had to go to my dad's office with my mum, to pick him up.
Okay but all that doesn't matter, since Chapter 5 is updated YAY!
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Harry ran back to his common room. A bewildered looking Hermione and Ron watched Harry run to his room, slamming the door.
Ron gave Hermione a quizzical look.
"Should we go talk to him?" Hermione asked.
"It might be better if one of us talked to him," Ron said.
"You?"
"Yeah."
Ron walked upstairs knocking on the door.
"Harry?"
"I'm fine," came the muffled reply.
"Can I come in?"
"It's your room too you know."
Ron turned the doorknob and walked in quietly. Neville, Seamus, and Dean were sleeping soundly. Harry had the curtains drawn around his bed. Ron took a look at Harry's bed and rolled his eyes. Drawing the curtain back, Ron sat on Harry's bed.
"Okay tell me," Ron said.
"Draco........." Harry said turning so his back faced Ron.
"Him again?" Ron said disgusted. "I think you should move on, if he keeps pissing you off like that."
"No Ron, he has a girlfriend," Harry muttered angrily.
"So you should stop liking him. It's never going to work out anyways."
Harry turned around so sharply, he almost knocked Ron off the bed. His green eyes blazed with anger and confusion.
"How do you know? Just because he has a girlfriend, doesn't mean I have to stop liking him. It can't just happen like that," Harry snapped his fingers. "You know how much I like him, but it keeps messing with me! I don't know what to do! This is driving me crazy. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to forget him. Draco became my breathing source."
Ron sighed. He hated seeing his best friend like this. It's all Malfoy's fault, Harry deserves better.
"Should I talk to him?" Ron suggested. "Even though I still think he's an annoying brat. But you're my best friend Harry."
Harry's eyes softened a bit, knowing Ron cares.
"Don't worry about it, there's nothing you or I can do. I'm tired, do you mind Ron?"
Ron got up and left Harry alone in his thoughts. Drawing the curtains closed again, Harry lied down on his bed. What he would do to make Draco like him, but he didn't want to force Draco to. It has to happen naturally. Should he continue waiting?
Maybe I should think about this tomorrow, Harry thought closing his eyes.
That night, Harry dreamed about a certain grey-eyed angel.
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Draco had trouble sleeping that night. If only Harry gave him enough time to explain. But no! Stupid Gryffindor had to jump to conclusion SO fast. It was no later then 10, when Draco finally realized there was something tapping on his window.
Curiously looking out, he held in its beak. He let the owl inside and it flew onto Draco's bed.
"Get off," Draco said.
The owl gave him a disgruntled look and flew on his desk. It dropped a letter on his pillow.
"Are you one of Father's owls?" Draco asked sitting on his bed.
It clicked its beak looking at the letter. On the front in neat writing wrote, "Draco." It was Harry's writing. Draco knew since he has been taking sneak peeks at him, while Harry was finishing his homework. Truth be told, Draco already finished writing the essay, but he just didn't have anything for Harry to do.
Fingers trembling, hoping it wasn't a howler, he opened it and read.
(Dear was crossed out) To: Draco
I can't say this face to face to you; I'd probably faint or stutter a lot. So what if 'Saint Potter' is not all that good with admitting feelings? I'm still human! Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that well I.........I like you. You might not feel the same way as I do, but the kiss last night meant a lot to me. If I looked back to my 1st year at Hogwarts, I would have never thought I'd end up fancying you. Weird how things turned out. You don't have to reply back, but if you want to you can. It'll stop the way my heart is pounding like mad right now (nerves).
Harry
A smile crept upon his face and held the letter in his hands. He took a look at the owl, now knowing it's Harry's.
"Are you a boy owl?" Draco asked, reaching out to pet it.
It moved sideways starring angrily at him.
"Fine, a girl?" Draco tried again.
She hooted softly and this time allowed Draco to pet her.
"Is it true? All the things he said?"
She hooted again and looked at him with her amber eyes.
"I suppose you should go, get back to the owlery and all," Draco said, opening the window for her.
With a final hoot, she flew out into the night sky. Draco let the night air wash against his face, enjoying the cool breeze.
Tomorrow will be a better day, he told himself firmly.
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Thank God it was Saturday, or else Harry would have had trouble ignoring Draco's stares during class. Draco have been trying to talk to him all day, but made no success. Finally giving up for the day, Draco decided to take a walk outside.
Ron and Harry decided to gather the Quidditch team for a practice.
"It's the perfect day for Quidditch training," Harry told them.
Ron nodded in agreement. They stepped out onto Hogwarts grounds.
Harry noticed a blonde boy walked around the lake and quickly set his walking speed faster. Ron, noticing this, grabbed his shoulders before Harry could start running.
"Ron what are you doing?" Harry hissed, nervously glancing over his shoulder at Draco.
"Your running away like a wimp," Ron pointed out.
"No I'm not! We have to go practice," Harry said.
"Oy! What's the hold up?" The chaser, Andrew Bell yelled.
"Nothing, you guys go ahead first," Ron told them.
"Being the captain means I'm the one that is supposed to give instructions."
"Who cares? I know your avoiding Malfoy, you should speak to him you know."
"You sound like Hermione with all your therapist talk."
"Therapist?" Ron said confused.
Ron obviously didn't know what it was. (A/N: I doubt wizards have therapists.........)
"Nevermind."
"Did you call me something rude?" Ron shot him a deadly glare.
"No," Harry said honestly.
"Okay. Well, I'm just telling you what's right. Let's go, talk to him later though alright?"
"Fine," Harry said under Ron's mean stare.
Draco meanwhile heard it all. He was confused at first last night by the sudden outburst of Harry's, but after reading the letter, it explained it all.
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Narcissa finished tying her blonde hair in a bun, and looked approvingly in the mirror. Lucius was at work, leaving Narcissa free to do whatever she wishes.
"Star?" Narcissa said.
At once a house elf appeared.
"Yes Miss?"
"Alert the house elves we're eating dinner in the 2nd dining room. Lucius is bringing home a guest."
"Right away Miss," Star said before disappearing with a pop.
Narcissa swiftly left her bedroom and made her way to the garden. It was not as pretty as it would have looked in the spring, but it was still very peaceful. An eagle owl screeched announcing his arrival. He flew to Narcissa dropping a note in her hands. Mother was written in elegant writing. She opened the letter and read it.
"Dearest love," Narcissa read.
It did not take her too long to finish reading. She was shocked by the time she finished reading though. The news Draco told her was very unexpected and she never saw it coming. If Lucius sees this letter, who knows what he might do? Shoving the letter in the envelope once more, she made her way inside.
"Miss, dinner is ready," Star popped out of nowhere.
"Alright, thanks Star," Narcissa said.
She checked the stone clock in the garden, noticing it was almost time for Lucius to come home. She hurried into the mansion and hurried to the Grand Ball room, where a large fireplace is located. Like the floor, the fireplace is made out of rich marble. Just in time, Lucius popped out of the fireplace.
"Evening Narcissa," Lucius drawled.
Narcissa gave him a curt nod. He always expected her to await him at 6:00PM sharp, when he comes home.
"Mr. Boris will be arriving soon. He'll try to get me back my school governor job," Lucius explained, taking off his cloak. "Where's Star?"
The house elf popped out and hurried to Lucius.
"Good evening Mr. Malfoy sir, dinner is ready."
"Take my cloak and put it in my room. Draw up a extra chair for the guest and be gone," Lucius snapped.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes and stared at Lucius coldly behind his back. Star nodded fearfully and disappeared.
"Well then!" Lucius clapped his hands together. "Mr. Boris will be coming soon. Remember to not speak while I'm talking to him."
"I know Lucius," Narcissa said.
A man around his 50's, with a white moustache appeared out of the fireplace. He had a black hat and a black satin tailcoat.
"Ah, Mr. Boris, welcome to my home. This is my lovely wife, Narcissa," Lucius faked a warm smile, which did not suit him.
"Thank you, thank you. Wonderful to meet you Narcissa," Mr. Boris bowed.
They entered the second dining room, located next to the ballroom. After seating themselves down, food appeared on the silver plates.
"Would you like some wine?" Lucius asked.
"Oh go on then," Mr. Boris chuckled.
"I'll go get it," Narcissa suggested, getting up.
She left the room and walked downstairs to the cold hallway. A large wine cabinet was placed in the middle of the hallway. Picking out some special wine shipped from Italy's famous wizarding wine company, she returned to the dining room. After a delightful evening of dinner and wine, Lucius wrapped up the conversation with Mr. Boris.
"Thank you for the lovely dinner. I'll see you at work Lucius. I'll speak to Fudge about the job option," Mr. Boris said, leaving the manor with Floo Powder.
"It's late and I'm tired. Goodnight Lucius," Narcissa said, retreating to the master bedroom.
Lucius nodded and followed Narcissa.
She settled down in front of a mirror and took out a clip that held her hair up. Lucius came in and just as she reached for her golden brush, he stopped her by picking it up.
"Let me," Lucius said, beginning to brush her long blonde hair.
Narcissa kept quiet and starred into the mirror. She had a bruise next to her left eye, but you can hardly see it with all the powder covering it up. Lucius caught her looking at her bruise and sighed.
"I did it for your own good, you know that Narcissa," Lucius spoke through the silence. "You need to stop treating him like a baby. Always sending him treats. He's 16, almost a man. Soon he'll find a nice wife, produce an heir and settle down. It's time to stop this nonsense cuddling and worrying. You have to be tough."
"Our only child Lucius, and you treat him like a adopted one. Don't you have a heart? Do you know why he's so skittish around you? Your always yelling or hitting him," Narcissa said coolly, careful not to loose her temper. "If I didn't care for him, he'll never even know that love exists in this world. That is what you taught him, there is no love, not a very good father now are you?"
Lucius scowled and yanked her hair back so she was facing upwards.
"He's my son too, don't ever criticize the way I prepare Draco for his future or you'll clearly pay for it, my wife," Lucius snapped.
Narcissa glared at him and nodded. Letting go of her hair, Lucius put the brush back down and went into the washroom. She winced as she touched her hair gingerly. Setting the letter on the desk, she made sure Lucius wouldn't walk in on her child she was changing. After getting into the King sized bed, she closed her eyes and sighed. She cant concentrate on what she's thinking when Draco is not at home. He's the only comforting human soul at the Manor that talks to her like a friend. Draco has always been the exact opposite of what Lucius wanted him to be. Cold hearted and evil was the way Lucius is, Draco on the other hand cared for others, bu the just never shows his emotions. Lucius taught him to be brave, mean, and selfish. Only Narcissa have seen Draco's true kind self.
Lucius walked into the room several minutes later in his Malfoy crested pyjamas. He walked over to the mirror Narcissa was using and checked his features in it. In the mirror, he spotted a letter that was not there before.
"Is this yours?" Lucius sneered picking it up.
"Draco's letter," Narcissa gasps quietly.
She cannot let him read it.
"Why don't you get into bed? It's a lot warmer."
"I suppose I should. I'll read the letter in bed."
"It's my letter you know," Narcissa said stiffly.
"Oh I know. This is from Draco isn't it? Ah, the handwriting I taught him to use. I haven't heard from him for a while," Lucius said reading the letter.
Narcissa closed her eyes, knowing in a matter of few seconds, Lucius will find out the news. She was very right. Lucius crumpled the piece of parchment, furious.
"WHAT?" Lucius bellowed.
"Calm down Lucius," Narcissa said calmly.
"I-ARGH! AFTER ALL THE THINGS I HAVE TAUGHT HIM? THE MANY HOURS OF LECTURES? AND THIS IS THE RESULT? TELL ME! HOW AM I SUPOSE TO CALM DOWN?"
"I know it's shocking but he's our only son-"
"ONLY SON OR NOT! NO ONE TOLD HIM TO-AH, I CAN'T EVEN SAY IT!"
"It's natural, he can't help it."
"CAN'T HELP IT? CAN'T HELP IT?" Lucius yelled getting out of bed. "OF COURSE HE CAN HELP IT! I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE A NANCY BOY AS A SON!"
"It's his first crush, be supportive. You read how hard and confusing it is for him!"
"THEN HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER FALLEN FOR HIM! A GUY! MY SON LIKES ANOTHER GUY! TELL ME NARCISSA, HOW IS HE SUPPOSE TO PRODUCE A HEIR?"
"Adopt one," Narcissa said. "Lucius, there are many spells he can use. And having a baby isn't that important compared to-"
"SHUT UP! A-ADOPT? ADOPT ONE YOU SAY? HA! MY QUEER SON ADOPTING A CHILD?" Lucius continued yelling throwing stuff across the room as well. "HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE A MALFOY."
"YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!" Narcissa yelled, very afraid he might do something stupid. "We'll just have to accept the way he is."
"I can do many things, you know it. I can tell the Dark Lord for example," Lucius's eyes glowed. "Draco can come into great uses for him. But why hand him over when we can just, oh let's say, erase his memory?"
"Don't!" Narcissa sobbed. "Please, just leave him be!"
"I DON'T think-Wait, I have an idea."
"What?" Narcissa said fearfully.
"I'm going to my office, do not disturb me, I'll see you in the morning."
With that, Lucius strolled out of the room, slamming the door behind. Narcissa tried breathing normally but she couldn't. She was too afraid Lucius might hand Draco over to Voldemort. She met him before, and he was only skin and bones, very weak and brittle. No matter what she has to do, she have to find out what Lucius is up to.........
A/N: Oh HO! I got so many evil things planned out for Lucius to do. Nothing life threatening for Draco of course, or maybe.........um okay. Wow, this chapter was SO long! It took me such a long time to type too. I'd appreciate it if you guys review! I have nothing else to say now, hoped you liked it and you thought it was at least an okay chapter. I know hardly anything happened, but now you know who the letter was for. If you still don't know, it will be mentioned again next chapter where Draco explains to Harry. Here's a sneak preview!
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He looked at Draco's back, wondering if he still is with his girlfriend.
He's probably missing her right now, the damn good-looking git, Harry thought bitterly.
But his angriness faded away as he continued looking at the boy. Each minute as it passed by, Harry seemed to realize how gorgeous Draco is.
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LOAD of snogging in that chapter! HEHE!
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Harry ran back to his common room. A bewildered looking Hermione and Ron watched Harry run to his room, slamming the door.
Ron gave Hermione a quizzical look.
"Should we go talk to him?" Hermione asked.
"It might be better if one of us talked to him," Ron said.
"You?"
"Yeah."
Ron walked upstairs knocking on the door.
"Harry?"
"I'm fine," came the muffled reply.
"Can I come in?"
"It's your room too you know."
Ron turned the doorknob and walked in quietly. Neville, Seamus, and Dean were sleeping soundly. Harry had the curtains drawn around his bed. Ron took a look at Harry's bed and rolled his eyes. Drawing the curtain back, Ron sat on Harry's bed.
"Okay tell me," Ron said.
"Draco........." Harry said turning so his back faced Ron.
"Him again?" Ron said disgusted. "I think you should move on, if he keeps pissing you off like that."
"No Ron, he has a girlfriend," Harry muttered angrily.
"So you should stop liking him. It's never going to work out anyways."
Harry turned around so sharply, he almost knocked Ron off the bed. His green eyes blazed with anger and confusion.
"How do you know? Just because he has a girlfriend, doesn't mean I have to stop liking him. It can't just happen like that," Harry snapped his fingers. "You know how much I like him, but it keeps messing with me! I don't know what to do! This is driving me crazy. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to forget him. Draco became my breathing source."
Ron sighed. He hated seeing his best friend like this. It's all Malfoy's fault, Harry deserves better.
"Should I talk to him?" Ron suggested. "Even though I still think he's an annoying brat. But you're my best friend Harry."
Harry's eyes softened a bit, knowing Ron cares.
"Don't worry about it, there's nothing you or I can do. I'm tired, do you mind Ron?"
Ron got up and left Harry alone in his thoughts. Drawing the curtains closed again, Harry lied down on his bed. What he would do to make Draco like him, but he didn't want to force Draco to. It has to happen naturally. Should he continue waiting?
Maybe I should think about this tomorrow, Harry thought closing his eyes.
That night, Harry dreamed about a certain grey-eyed angel.
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Draco had trouble sleeping that night. If only Harry gave him enough time to explain. But no! Stupid Gryffindor had to jump to conclusion SO fast. It was no later then 10, when Draco finally realized there was something tapping on his window.
Curiously looking out, he held in its beak. He let the owl inside and it flew onto Draco's bed.
"Get off," Draco said.
The owl gave him a disgruntled look and flew on his desk. It dropped a letter on his pillow.
"Are you one of Father's owls?" Draco asked sitting on his bed.
It clicked its beak looking at the letter. On the front in neat writing wrote, "Draco." It was Harry's writing. Draco knew since he has been taking sneak peeks at him, while Harry was finishing his homework. Truth be told, Draco already finished writing the essay, but he just didn't have anything for Harry to do.
Fingers trembling, hoping it wasn't a howler, he opened it and read.
(Dear was crossed out) To: Draco
I can't say this face to face to you; I'd probably faint or stutter a lot. So what if 'Saint Potter' is not all that good with admitting feelings? I'm still human! Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that well I.........I like you. You might not feel the same way as I do, but the kiss last night meant a lot to me. If I looked back to my 1st year at Hogwarts, I would have never thought I'd end up fancying you. Weird how things turned out. You don't have to reply back, but if you want to you can. It'll stop the way my heart is pounding like mad right now (nerves).
Harry
A smile crept upon his face and held the letter in his hands. He took a look at the owl, now knowing it's Harry's.
"Are you a boy owl?" Draco asked, reaching out to pet it.
It moved sideways starring angrily at him.
"Fine, a girl?" Draco tried again.
She hooted softly and this time allowed Draco to pet her.
"Is it true? All the things he said?"
She hooted again and looked at him with her amber eyes.
"I suppose you should go, get back to the owlery and all," Draco said, opening the window for her.
With a final hoot, she flew out into the night sky. Draco let the night air wash against his face, enjoying the cool breeze.
Tomorrow will be a better day, he told himself firmly.
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Thank God it was Saturday, or else Harry would have had trouble ignoring Draco's stares during class. Draco have been trying to talk to him all day, but made no success. Finally giving up for the day, Draco decided to take a walk outside.
Ron and Harry decided to gather the Quidditch team for a practice.
"It's the perfect day for Quidditch training," Harry told them.
Ron nodded in agreement. They stepped out onto Hogwarts grounds.
Harry noticed a blonde boy walked around the lake and quickly set his walking speed faster. Ron, noticing this, grabbed his shoulders before Harry could start running.
"Ron what are you doing?" Harry hissed, nervously glancing over his shoulder at Draco.
"Your running away like a wimp," Ron pointed out.
"No I'm not! We have to go practice," Harry said.
"Oy! What's the hold up?" The chaser, Andrew Bell yelled.
"Nothing, you guys go ahead first," Ron told them.
"Being the captain means I'm the one that is supposed to give instructions."
"Who cares? I know your avoiding Malfoy, you should speak to him you know."
"You sound like Hermione with all your therapist talk."
"Therapist?" Ron said confused.
Ron obviously didn't know what it was. (A/N: I doubt wizards have therapists.........)
"Nevermind."
"Did you call me something rude?" Ron shot him a deadly glare.
"No," Harry said honestly.
"Okay. Well, I'm just telling you what's right. Let's go, talk to him later though alright?"
"Fine," Harry said under Ron's mean stare.
Draco meanwhile heard it all. He was confused at first last night by the sudden outburst of Harry's, but after reading the letter, it explained it all.
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Narcissa finished tying her blonde hair in a bun, and looked approvingly in the mirror. Lucius was at work, leaving Narcissa free to do whatever she wishes.
"Star?" Narcissa said.
At once a house elf appeared.
"Yes Miss?"
"Alert the house elves we're eating dinner in the 2nd dining room. Lucius is bringing home a guest."
"Right away Miss," Star said before disappearing with a pop.
Narcissa swiftly left her bedroom and made her way to the garden. It was not as pretty as it would have looked in the spring, but it was still very peaceful. An eagle owl screeched announcing his arrival. He flew to Narcissa dropping a note in her hands. Mother was written in elegant writing. She opened the letter and read it.
"Dearest love," Narcissa read.
It did not take her too long to finish reading. She was shocked by the time she finished reading though. The news Draco told her was very unexpected and she never saw it coming. If Lucius sees this letter, who knows what he might do? Shoving the letter in the envelope once more, she made her way inside.
"Miss, dinner is ready," Star popped out of nowhere.
"Alright, thanks Star," Narcissa said.
She checked the stone clock in the garden, noticing it was almost time for Lucius to come home. She hurried into the mansion and hurried to the Grand Ball room, where a large fireplace is located. Like the floor, the fireplace is made out of rich marble. Just in time, Lucius popped out of the fireplace.
"Evening Narcissa," Lucius drawled.
Narcissa gave him a curt nod. He always expected her to await him at 6:00PM sharp, when he comes home.
"Mr. Boris will be arriving soon. He'll try to get me back my school governor job," Lucius explained, taking off his cloak. "Where's Star?"
The house elf popped out and hurried to Lucius.
"Good evening Mr. Malfoy sir, dinner is ready."
"Take my cloak and put it in my room. Draw up a extra chair for the guest and be gone," Lucius snapped.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes and stared at Lucius coldly behind his back. Star nodded fearfully and disappeared.
"Well then!" Lucius clapped his hands together. "Mr. Boris will be coming soon. Remember to not speak while I'm talking to him."
"I know Lucius," Narcissa said.
A man around his 50's, with a white moustache appeared out of the fireplace. He had a black hat and a black satin tailcoat.
"Ah, Mr. Boris, welcome to my home. This is my lovely wife, Narcissa," Lucius faked a warm smile, which did not suit him.
"Thank you, thank you. Wonderful to meet you Narcissa," Mr. Boris bowed.
They entered the second dining room, located next to the ballroom. After seating themselves down, food appeared on the silver plates.
"Would you like some wine?" Lucius asked.
"Oh go on then," Mr. Boris chuckled.
"I'll go get it," Narcissa suggested, getting up.
She left the room and walked downstairs to the cold hallway. A large wine cabinet was placed in the middle of the hallway. Picking out some special wine shipped from Italy's famous wizarding wine company, she returned to the dining room. After a delightful evening of dinner and wine, Lucius wrapped up the conversation with Mr. Boris.
"Thank you for the lovely dinner. I'll see you at work Lucius. I'll speak to Fudge about the job option," Mr. Boris said, leaving the manor with Floo Powder.
"It's late and I'm tired. Goodnight Lucius," Narcissa said, retreating to the master bedroom.
Lucius nodded and followed Narcissa.
She settled down in front of a mirror and took out a clip that held her hair up. Lucius came in and just as she reached for her golden brush, he stopped her by picking it up.
"Let me," Lucius said, beginning to brush her long blonde hair.
Narcissa kept quiet and starred into the mirror. She had a bruise next to her left eye, but you can hardly see it with all the powder covering it up. Lucius caught her looking at her bruise and sighed.
"I did it for your own good, you know that Narcissa," Lucius spoke through the silence. "You need to stop treating him like a baby. Always sending him treats. He's 16, almost a man. Soon he'll find a nice wife, produce an heir and settle down. It's time to stop this nonsense cuddling and worrying. You have to be tough."
"Our only child Lucius, and you treat him like a adopted one. Don't you have a heart? Do you know why he's so skittish around you? Your always yelling or hitting him," Narcissa said coolly, careful not to loose her temper. "If I didn't care for him, he'll never even know that love exists in this world. That is what you taught him, there is no love, not a very good father now are you?"
Lucius scowled and yanked her hair back so she was facing upwards.
"He's my son too, don't ever criticize the way I prepare Draco for his future or you'll clearly pay for it, my wife," Lucius snapped.
Narcissa glared at him and nodded. Letting go of her hair, Lucius put the brush back down and went into the washroom. She winced as she touched her hair gingerly. Setting the letter on the desk, she made sure Lucius wouldn't walk in on her child she was changing. After getting into the King sized bed, she closed her eyes and sighed. She cant concentrate on what she's thinking when Draco is not at home. He's the only comforting human soul at the Manor that talks to her like a friend. Draco has always been the exact opposite of what Lucius wanted him to be. Cold hearted and evil was the way Lucius is, Draco on the other hand cared for others, bu the just never shows his emotions. Lucius taught him to be brave, mean, and selfish. Only Narcissa have seen Draco's true kind self.
Lucius walked into the room several minutes later in his Malfoy crested pyjamas. He walked over to the mirror Narcissa was using and checked his features in it. In the mirror, he spotted a letter that was not there before.
"Is this yours?" Lucius sneered picking it up.
"Draco's letter," Narcissa gasps quietly.
She cannot let him read it.
"Why don't you get into bed? It's a lot warmer."
"I suppose I should. I'll read the letter in bed."
"It's my letter you know," Narcissa said stiffly.
"Oh I know. This is from Draco isn't it? Ah, the handwriting I taught him to use. I haven't heard from him for a while," Lucius said reading the letter.
Narcissa closed her eyes, knowing in a matter of few seconds, Lucius will find out the news. She was very right. Lucius crumpled the piece of parchment, furious.
"WHAT?" Lucius bellowed.
"Calm down Lucius," Narcissa said calmly.
"I-ARGH! AFTER ALL THE THINGS I HAVE TAUGHT HIM? THE MANY HOURS OF LECTURES? AND THIS IS THE RESULT? TELL ME! HOW AM I SUPOSE TO CALM DOWN?"
"I know it's shocking but he's our only son-"
"ONLY SON OR NOT! NO ONE TOLD HIM TO-AH, I CAN'T EVEN SAY IT!"
"It's natural, he can't help it."
"CAN'T HELP IT? CAN'T HELP IT?" Lucius yelled getting out of bed. "OF COURSE HE CAN HELP IT! I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE A NANCY BOY AS A SON!"
"It's his first crush, be supportive. You read how hard and confusing it is for him!"
"THEN HE SHOULD HAVE NEVER FALLEN FOR HIM! A GUY! MY SON LIKES ANOTHER GUY! TELL ME NARCISSA, HOW IS HE SUPPOSE TO PRODUCE A HEIR?"
"Adopt one," Narcissa said. "Lucius, there are many spells he can use. And having a baby isn't that important compared to-"
"SHUT UP! A-ADOPT? ADOPT ONE YOU SAY? HA! MY QUEER SON ADOPTING A CHILD?" Lucius continued yelling throwing stuff across the room as well. "HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE A MALFOY."
"YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!" Narcissa yelled, very afraid he might do something stupid. "We'll just have to accept the way he is."
"I can do many things, you know it. I can tell the Dark Lord for example," Lucius's eyes glowed. "Draco can come into great uses for him. But why hand him over when we can just, oh let's say, erase his memory?"
"Don't!" Narcissa sobbed. "Please, just leave him be!"
"I DON'T think-Wait, I have an idea."
"What?" Narcissa said fearfully.
"I'm going to my office, do not disturb me, I'll see you in the morning."
With that, Lucius strolled out of the room, slamming the door behind. Narcissa tried breathing normally but she couldn't. She was too afraid Lucius might hand Draco over to Voldemort. She met him before, and he was only skin and bones, very weak and brittle. No matter what she has to do, she have to find out what Lucius is up to.........
A/N: Oh HO! I got so many evil things planned out for Lucius to do. Nothing life threatening for Draco of course, or maybe.........um okay. Wow, this chapter was SO long! It took me such a long time to type too. I'd appreciate it if you guys review! I have nothing else to say now, hoped you liked it and you thought it was at least an okay chapter. I know hardly anything happened, but now you know who the letter was for. If you still don't know, it will be mentioned again next chapter where Draco explains to Harry. Here's a sneak preview!
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He looked at Draco's back, wondering if he still is with his girlfriend.
He's probably missing her right now, the damn good-looking git, Harry thought bitterly.
But his angriness faded away as he continued looking at the boy. Each minute as it passed by, Harry seemed to realize how gorgeous Draco is.
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LOAD of snogging in that chapter! HEHE!