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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HP OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE IN THIS STORY! SO YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU
TO MR. SIRIUS BLACK
Chapter 3
Visit
Today I had O.W.L classes. These kids were terrible. They would not pay attention. When did it become necessary to talk about love lives in order to learn properly?
Rumors. How I hated rumors and gossip. Being the subject of it for seven years was not a very pleasant thing. If I could, I would give my appearance away just to be normal, to not be the subject of the gossip that followed me everywhere I went.
I had learned to pity Potter instead of myself. He had lost family like myself. He had fame he did not want or deserve, like myself. He held hate for my father.
Back to my father. After my blissful adventure with Ms. Hermione Granger, I had gotten an owl. An owl to visit my father with my mother. I did not know if I could.
I did not know if I could look into the face of the man I had loathed for so long. I did not know if I could speak to him about what he had done. If I should step down to his level for one day so I could use everything he had done against him?
Maybe I could scream at him. Tell him. See if he had emotions. Find out if he ever actually cared for me as a son.
I told Hermione about my troubles. She and I had grown somewhat closer since that one day. We could talk to each other and be friends. Friends before anything else, even if we did keep it secret for now.
She had listened to me all day long. I loved her for listening to me. I loved her even more for talking herself.
"So, do you want to go?" She asked me. I thought about it. He was my father and maybe he had changed.
"Yes." I answered simply. She then shrugged and smiled at me for some odd reason. I looked at her, confusion in my eyes.
"I'm coming with you then. Your father has a life sentence, and he can't exactly blab about it to others." I hugged her. One of my first true hugs.
I was nervous. I have to say I was. I was nervous even more for Hermione. I didn't want her to have to deal with my father, but she had insisted on coming with me.
"Mr. Malfoy, he's ready to see you." The director of the prison told me. Hermione squeezed my hand tightly, which made me feel a little warmer.
"You can do it." She said standing up and looking at my pale face. I swear my blood had frozen, because I was paler than usual.
I followed her until we got to a place so horrible, so terrible, no one deserved to be in here. I felt my last remaining warmth that Hermione had given me escape me.
I looked over at her. She herself paled considerably and was no longer smiling. The prisoners grunted to me.
I recognized a few. We passed Macnair, Lestrange, then finally came to a door.
He lead us inside and I saw a man I no longer knew. His blonde hair now lay limply around his face, and his eyes were empty. Maybe they had sucked his soul out... They might as well have had.
"Father?" I asked him not really sure. He looked up at me, and definitely knew it was my father. His eyes turned cold and he smirked.
"Draco. How nice to see you... And this would be?" He asked sarcastically as he eyed Hermione with great interest. I shivered at his tone.
"Hermione Granger." I said holding Hermione's hand as she backed into me. She shivered slightly.
"Mudblood. I see that my not being there has not been good on you, son." He snared at us. I held Hermione in my arms. We hadn't had a relationship more than friendship, bit I owed a lot to her.
"It's been the best thing in my life, father." I spat at him disgustedly. He smirked and nodded, then clapped.
"My son has a backbone. How wonderful. Now tell me, have you slept with her yet? Is she your whore?" I felt anger surge to me bringing color to my face.
"How dare you?" Hermione had to stop me from using the killing curse on him. I would have lived a long sentence or a Dementor's kiss for Hermione.
"Tell the truth." He was amused. I glared at him like he was Voldemort himself.
"We haven't, you monster. Yo u piece of crap, filth." Hermione kept holding me back.
"How dare you?" He asked me as he stood up. He was a weak man without a wand now, and there were guards.
"How dare I? Let me see. You determined my house. You chose my friends. You made my future. You ruined my life," I wasn't done yet. "You beat me for no reason. You cheated on mother. You ruined her life. You beat her You murdered people. Well let me you. You're great Voldemort wasn't a Pureblood. He was a half blood. Which is practically the same thing as a Muggleborn. You know what I think about him? He's your master. As if you are his lapdog. I think he is a bitch. I think you are a bitch." He looked at me angrily.
"You want to go, Draco?" Hermione asked me. I nodded to her throwing one last glance at my father.
"I hate you." I walked out with Hermione. When we were back in my dorm, I held on to her. For someone reason I felt so comfortable with her.
"It's okay, Drake." She told me kissing my cheek. She pushed it over to my lips.
That second we shared a kiss. A kiss that was not brought on by lust, or by the moment, but a kiss that was true.
"Thank you." I told her truthfully. She smiled at me and grabbed my hand.
Even though we had skipped classes for the occasion of visiting one of the most loathed men in the world, we still had to attend dinner.
She was about to break apart from me, but I pulled her back towards me, "Today we're going together."
I had a nice conversation about the Quidditch school cup on the way there. She was convinced that the Gryffindor team could beat the Slytherin team. I personally thought Hufflepuff had more of a shot. Ever since Wood, Potter, Johnson, and Spinnet left, the team was down.
The Slytherin team on the other hand was spectacular. Their builds were no longer focused on size like when Flint was captain. They were good.
We entered the hall side by side still talking about Flint and reminiscing about out days in Hogwarts. The hall was filled and every eye was on us.
Whispers. I hate whispers. I hate rumors. Hermione was always so strong. She ignored the eyes and pulled on my arm so I would follow her to the table.
"I hate the whispers." I admitted quietly to her. She nodded sympathetically to me.
"Don't pay attention to them. They are just rumors." I don't know how anyone could just not care. Then again she didn't have to live with rumors all her life.
Draco stop it. Malfoy, you've been pitying yourself all year. Enough is enough.
"I guess. Wouldn't it be funny if Snape saw us kissing? His most loyal student with his most hated?" I stated evilly. Horns practically started to grow out of my head.
"Did you see his face when we walked in together? It was a Kodak moment." I looked at her confused. What did she mean?
"Kodak moment?" I didn't know anything was funny, but she laughed at me. Was it some kind of code I was supposed to decipher?
"It's a Muggle term for when a moment is worth remembering so you take a picture of it." Muggles and their weird terms.
"Do you love in the Muggle world even though you are an Auror?" I asked her hushed. No one but Dumbledore knew that that was our purpose for being there.
"Never. My parents don't like me being a witch. They tried to make me go to a Muggle college. It was really horrible. We had this big fight and I haven't spoken to them since." I looked at her sadly.
"Are you alright about it?" I asked her. She nodded to me, but tears were threatening to escape her eyes.
The next day was a Friday. I was personally glad. I only had classes before lunch on Fridays. That day after my classes, I decided to cheer Hermione up. She was still down about her parents, you could tell in the way she looked at you.
I packed a picnic basket full of things along with my broom. She obviously had fears of flying, but I had decided that I could help her get over it. A broom really was a special thing. To feel like you were free. You could escape it all on your broomstick.
"Hermione, come on we came here to see you. Just blow off the class." I heard a familiar voice, but I just couldn't place it.
"They are right here. The students are def. This is a crucial time, we have to work on the O.W.Ls." I heard her tell the person off.
"Get McGonagall to take it over. We have something special planned for you." Another familiar voice that I couldn't place.
How I didn't know who it was beyond me. I had loathed them for seven years. Potter and Weasley...
A/N I KNOW ITS A WEIRD ENDING TO A CHAPTER BUT HEY........ LOL NEWAY SHOUT IF U LUV IT OR IF U DONT
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HP OR ANY OTHER CHARACTERS YOU MIGHT RECOGNIZE IN THIS STORY! SO YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU
TO MR. SIRIUS BLACK
Chapter 3
Visit
Today I had O.W.L classes. These kids were terrible. They would not pay attention. When did it become necessary to talk about love lives in order to learn properly?
Rumors. How I hated rumors and gossip. Being the subject of it for seven years was not a very pleasant thing. If I could, I would give my appearance away just to be normal, to not be the subject of the gossip that followed me everywhere I went.
I had learned to pity Potter instead of myself. He had lost family like myself. He had fame he did not want or deserve, like myself. He held hate for my father.
Back to my father. After my blissful adventure with Ms. Hermione Granger, I had gotten an owl. An owl to visit my father with my mother. I did not know if I could.
I did not know if I could look into the face of the man I had loathed for so long. I did not know if I could speak to him about what he had done. If I should step down to his level for one day so I could use everything he had done against him?
Maybe I could scream at him. Tell him. See if he had emotions. Find out if he ever actually cared for me as a son.
I told Hermione about my troubles. She and I had grown somewhat closer since that one day. We could talk to each other and be friends. Friends before anything else, even if we did keep it secret for now.
She had listened to me all day long. I loved her for listening to me. I loved her even more for talking herself.
"So, do you want to go?" She asked me. I thought about it. He was my father and maybe he had changed.
"Yes." I answered simply. She then shrugged and smiled at me for some odd reason. I looked at her, confusion in my eyes.
"I'm coming with you then. Your father has a life sentence, and he can't exactly blab about it to others." I hugged her. One of my first true hugs.
I was nervous. I have to say I was. I was nervous even more for Hermione. I didn't want her to have to deal with my father, but she had insisted on coming with me.
"Mr. Malfoy, he's ready to see you." The director of the prison told me. Hermione squeezed my hand tightly, which made me feel a little warmer.
"You can do it." She said standing up and looking at my pale face. I swear my blood had frozen, because I was paler than usual.
I followed her until we got to a place so horrible, so terrible, no one deserved to be in here. I felt my last remaining warmth that Hermione had given me escape me.
I looked over at her. She herself paled considerably and was no longer smiling. The prisoners grunted to me.
I recognized a few. We passed Macnair, Lestrange, then finally came to a door.
He lead us inside and I saw a man I no longer knew. His blonde hair now lay limply around his face, and his eyes were empty. Maybe they had sucked his soul out... They might as well have had.
"Father?" I asked him not really sure. He looked up at me, and definitely knew it was my father. His eyes turned cold and he smirked.
"Draco. How nice to see you... And this would be?" He asked sarcastically as he eyed Hermione with great interest. I shivered at his tone.
"Hermione Granger." I said holding Hermione's hand as she backed into me. She shivered slightly.
"Mudblood. I see that my not being there has not been good on you, son." He snared at us. I held Hermione in my arms. We hadn't had a relationship more than friendship, bit I owed a lot to her.
"It's been the best thing in my life, father." I spat at him disgustedly. He smirked and nodded, then clapped.
"My son has a backbone. How wonderful. Now tell me, have you slept with her yet? Is she your whore?" I felt anger surge to me bringing color to my face.
"How dare you?" Hermione had to stop me from using the killing curse on him. I would have lived a long sentence or a Dementor's kiss for Hermione.
"Tell the truth." He was amused. I glared at him like he was Voldemort himself.
"We haven't, you monster. Yo u piece of crap, filth." Hermione kept holding me back.
"How dare you?" He asked me as he stood up. He was a weak man without a wand now, and there were guards.
"How dare I? Let me see. You determined my house. You chose my friends. You made my future. You ruined my life," I wasn't done yet. "You beat me for no reason. You cheated on mother. You ruined her life. You beat her You murdered people. Well let me you. You're great Voldemort wasn't a Pureblood. He was a half blood. Which is practically the same thing as a Muggleborn. You know what I think about him? He's your master. As if you are his lapdog. I think he is a bitch. I think you are a bitch." He looked at me angrily.
"You want to go, Draco?" Hermione asked me. I nodded to her throwing one last glance at my father.
"I hate you." I walked out with Hermione. When we were back in my dorm, I held on to her. For someone reason I felt so comfortable with her.
"It's okay, Drake." She told me kissing my cheek. She pushed it over to my lips.
That second we shared a kiss. A kiss that was not brought on by lust, or by the moment, but a kiss that was true.
"Thank you." I told her truthfully. She smiled at me and grabbed my hand.
Even though we had skipped classes for the occasion of visiting one of the most loathed men in the world, we still had to attend dinner.
She was about to break apart from me, but I pulled her back towards me, "Today we're going together."
I had a nice conversation about the Quidditch school cup on the way there. She was convinced that the Gryffindor team could beat the Slytherin team. I personally thought Hufflepuff had more of a shot. Ever since Wood, Potter, Johnson, and Spinnet left, the team was down.
The Slytherin team on the other hand was spectacular. Their builds were no longer focused on size like when Flint was captain. They were good.
We entered the hall side by side still talking about Flint and reminiscing about out days in Hogwarts. The hall was filled and every eye was on us.
Whispers. I hate whispers. I hate rumors. Hermione was always so strong. She ignored the eyes and pulled on my arm so I would follow her to the table.
"I hate the whispers." I admitted quietly to her. She nodded sympathetically to me.
"Don't pay attention to them. They are just rumors." I don't know how anyone could just not care. Then again she didn't have to live with rumors all her life.
Draco stop it. Malfoy, you've been pitying yourself all year. Enough is enough.
"I guess. Wouldn't it be funny if Snape saw us kissing? His most loyal student with his most hated?" I stated evilly. Horns practically started to grow out of my head.
"Did you see his face when we walked in together? It was a Kodak moment." I looked at her confused. What did she mean?
"Kodak moment?" I didn't know anything was funny, but she laughed at me. Was it some kind of code I was supposed to decipher?
"It's a Muggle term for when a moment is worth remembering so you take a picture of it." Muggles and their weird terms.
"Do you love in the Muggle world even though you are an Auror?" I asked her hushed. No one but Dumbledore knew that that was our purpose for being there.
"Never. My parents don't like me being a witch. They tried to make me go to a Muggle college. It was really horrible. We had this big fight and I haven't spoken to them since." I looked at her sadly.
"Are you alright about it?" I asked her. She nodded to me, but tears were threatening to escape her eyes.
The next day was a Friday. I was personally glad. I only had classes before lunch on Fridays. That day after my classes, I decided to cheer Hermione up. She was still down about her parents, you could tell in the way she looked at you.
I packed a picnic basket full of things along with my broom. She obviously had fears of flying, but I had decided that I could help her get over it. A broom really was a special thing. To feel like you were free. You could escape it all on your broomstick.
"Hermione, come on we came here to see you. Just blow off the class." I heard a familiar voice, but I just couldn't place it.
"They are right here. The students are def. This is a crucial time, we have to work on the O.W.Ls." I heard her tell the person off.
"Get McGonagall to take it over. We have something special planned for you." Another familiar voice that I couldn't place.
How I didn't know who it was beyond me. I had loathed them for seven years. Potter and Weasley...
A/N I KNOW ITS A WEIRD ENDING TO A CHAPTER BUT HEY........ LOL NEWAY SHOUT IF U LUV IT OR IF U DONT