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Chapter 1 – The "New" Draco
Draco was seated at the grand piano in the music room of Malfoy Manor, he was so immersed in the
song that he was playing that he hadn't even noticed his mother enter the room. From where Narcissa Malfoy
sat she watched her son quietly all the time thinking to herself, "Well it's nice to finally see the real Draco
again". It had been six months since Lucius Malfoy had died, and his reign of terror over both his wife and son
ended.
Narcissa remembered the day she had told Draco what happened to his late father, and she remembered
that even though she had seen remorse and sorrow in Draco's ice cold steel blue eyes she had also noticed that
it seemed like an immense weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She also knew that even though they had
never spoken of it only she understood why there was such relief for her son.
Lucius Malfoy had been a far cry from a loving husband and father. He was a Death Eater, and a man
who believed that the only wizards worth knowing were purebloods. If you were to live in Malfoy Manor, you
were to live by his rules and standards, and his alone. Draco was taught to think like his father at a very young
age, every time he had dared to challenge his father said (the very few times he had tried) he was punished
severely. Therefore, by the time Draco had entered Hogwarts, he was a virtual clone of Lucius himself.
Narcissa had known all along that Draco shared her view on life and the way things should be and not
Lucius's. Even though she and Draco had never spoken of it, it seemed as though it was a silent secret they
only knew of.
Draco finally looked up from the piano to realize his mother was in the room watching him, "Mother?
Mother?" Narcissa stirred from her thoughts to find Draco calling to her. "Oh, yes dear? Sorry." "Mother, how
long have you been here?" "Awhile, I came to let you know that tomorrow we shall go to Diagon Alley to get
your school supplies, however you were playing so beautifully I didn't wish to disturb you." Draco looked
down at the piano, his platinum hair falling into his face only slightly hiding the blush that was now creeping
along his cheeks. "Mother," he let out a slight chuckle " what time would you like to leave?" "Well, since I
know how you love your beauty sleep my dear son," now it was Narcissa's turn to chuckle "I figured we'd
leave in the early afternoon, around twelve or so." "Wonderful Mother, I'd like to treat you to lunch when we
go, if you'd like." "Well, I think that's a perfect idea Draco, now I'll let you go back to your music my sweet,
I'll see you at dinner." As she gracefully swept from the room, pausing only to place a kiss on her son's
forehead.
Later that night, while Draco lay in bed trying to sleep, once again just like every night for the past six
years, She invaded his thoughts and his dreams. He rolled over and said to himself "Like I have half a
chance." Before falling off to sleep and better yet his dreams, where she actually loved him too.
Draco was seated at the grand piano in the music room of Malfoy Manor, he was so immersed in the
song that he was playing that he hadn't even noticed his mother enter the room. From where Narcissa Malfoy
sat she watched her son quietly all the time thinking to herself, "Well it's nice to finally see the real Draco
again". It had been six months since Lucius Malfoy had died, and his reign of terror over both his wife and son
ended.
Narcissa remembered the day she had told Draco what happened to his late father, and she remembered
that even though she had seen remorse and sorrow in Draco's ice cold steel blue eyes she had also noticed that
it seemed like an immense weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She also knew that even though they had
never spoken of it only she understood why there was such relief for her son.
Lucius Malfoy had been a far cry from a loving husband and father. He was a Death Eater, and a man
who believed that the only wizards worth knowing were purebloods. If you were to live in Malfoy Manor, you
were to live by his rules and standards, and his alone. Draco was taught to think like his father at a very young
age, every time he had dared to challenge his father said (the very few times he had tried) he was punished
severely. Therefore, by the time Draco had entered Hogwarts, he was a virtual clone of Lucius himself.
Narcissa had known all along that Draco shared her view on life and the way things should be and not
Lucius's. Even though she and Draco had never spoken of it, it seemed as though it was a silent secret they
only knew of.
Draco finally looked up from the piano to realize his mother was in the room watching him, "Mother?
Mother?" Narcissa stirred from her thoughts to find Draco calling to her. "Oh, yes dear? Sorry." "Mother, how
long have you been here?" "Awhile, I came to let you know that tomorrow we shall go to Diagon Alley to get
your school supplies, however you were playing so beautifully I didn't wish to disturb you." Draco looked
down at the piano, his platinum hair falling into his face only slightly hiding the blush that was now creeping
along his cheeks. "Mother," he let out a slight chuckle " what time would you like to leave?" "Well, since I
know how you love your beauty sleep my dear son," now it was Narcissa's turn to chuckle "I figured we'd
leave in the early afternoon, around twelve or so." "Wonderful Mother, I'd like to treat you to lunch when we
go, if you'd like." "Well, I think that's a perfect idea Draco, now I'll let you go back to your music my sweet,
I'll see you at dinner." As she gracefully swept from the room, pausing only to place a kiss on her son's
forehead.
Later that night, while Draco lay in bed trying to sleep, once again just like every night for the past six
years, She invaded his thoughts and his dreams. He rolled over and said to himself "Like I have half a
chance." Before falling off to sleep and better yet his dreams, where she actually loved him too.