It was awfully quite in the Malfoy household after the events that happened during last school year. Draco woke up, his hair a mess. He barely got a wink of sleep the night before. Rubbing his eyes, he lazily looked around his room. Sliding off of his bed and walking towards his closet, picking out an outfit that suited him. It was the day before he was to leave back for Hogwarts. He and his mother were going shopping for supplies at Diagon Alley soon.
Picking out some gray suit pants and a white shirt, he put them on. Snapping the cuffs together, he yawned in boredom. He didn't like shopping, let alone with his mother. She had been crying herself to sleep. Often she didn't eat. Putting a sweater over his shirt, he reached for one of his ties. Picking out a red one and putting on his cloak he looked in the mirror and cursed himself.
"Crap!" He shouted. "I can't believe it..." He was in his school uniform (With the exception of the red tie). Was he that desperate to leave?
"Come Draco! We need to go!" Narcissa voice called from somewhere in the mansion.
Draco didn't say anything. He just looked in the mirror again before walking out his bedroom. Going down the hall, he made his way to the spiral staircase being greeted by his mother.
"Good morning...Draco dear." She forced a smile on her face, which he could tell she was faking.
"Morning mother."
"Come along now. We need to get to Diagon."
***
"Come on Gin! The letters just arrived!" Yelled Ron, waking up her sister. Their mom let her oversleep that day, for they had a long night before.
"Another year at Hogwarts...only two more to go..." She sighed and buried her head in her pillow.
Footsteps came up the old, wobbly stairs and there was a knock on her door, followed by someone walking in without her replying to the knock.
"Come in..." She sarcastically, said as Ron appeared.
"Mum said to get up Gin...hurry and get dressed." He walked out her room and shut the door leaving her in privacy.
Ginny stood up, stretching and yawning. Walking over to her wardrobe closet, which was rather small, she pulled out a pair of jeans (Which were hand-me downs from Ron.) and an oversized shirt (A hand-me down from Charlie.). Putting on her old school robe, she grabbed her wand from the bedside table and walked out the room.
Her mother heard her walking down the steps and greeted her with a friendly smile.
"Come, come! Hermione and Harry owled to tell that they will be meeting us at Diagon Alley. Now, off we go!"
The whole Weasley bunch, except for the three oldest, lined up in front of the fireplace. It was a surprise seeing Fred and George going along since they had dropped out of school. But, they needed supplies for their business. Stepping inside the ashy fireplace, with a handful of floo powder, Ron shouted "Diagon Alley!" And threw it down with force, being on his way.
Next Molly went then Fred, George, Ginny and finally Arthur.
***
"Come now, Draco. You are lagging by a half of step." Snarled Narcissa. Perfection! Even when they were walking she always wanted perfection! How his father ever put up with her...
He knew it was ill to speak of his mother in such an unmannered way but he really couldn't help it. She has been driving him crazy all summer. She actually came to assumption that he had something to do with his father's imprisonment. She blamed him for everything. But...sometimes it was just silence. That frightened him even more then a crazy mother.
The house elves would be bustling about, but they barely made a sound compared to actual people.
It was like surviving in hell. At least with his father, he could get in some wand practice. Outside everyday at 10:00 am during his vacations just dueling. Draco never won, of course. He had various scars to show that. But...one day he did disarm his father. It was a day he would remember...such anger in his eyes.
***
Draco flew back from a blast to his chest. His heart was pounding. Breathing uncontrollably.
"Now, now Draco. You are not forfeiting, are you?"
Draco slowly stood up to face his father, hate in his eyes and shook his head no. He had to think fast. He had to distract him and go in for the kill...er...attack. Slowly raising his wand arm, not taking Lucius off his eyes, he steadied his hand. "AVIS!" he shouted and a flock of birds appeared from the tip.
Lucius looked dazed and confused. Why was he casting...birds? He was up to something he could smell it. He could also smell fear coming off of his son, who was eleven at the time. Lifting up his on wand hand and about to cast a spell, but he was cut off by the sound of his son's voice.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco shouted as his father's wand came flying towards him. He hadn't defeated him...but he had disarmed him. He was satisfied with himself. Although, Lucius wasn't satisfied with the result of the duel.
"Guess I am getting better, aren't I father?" Draco smiled at his father, but that smile faded as he saw the expression on his father's face.
Lucius grabbed Draco by the collar and slammed him up against the wall, grabbing his wand, which was now pressed on Draco's neck, just above his throat. "I...will not have some halfwit first year beat me in a duel of wits and of skill." He pressed the wand harder, causing Draco to gulp. It was sending him pain, just from the force of the tip in his skin.
Lucius let go of Draco who dropped towards the ground. Turning around he began to move away.
"I am sorry, father..." Draco gasped.
Lucius stopped and turned on his heel to face them. "As am I...Cruico!" He shouted, gripping his wand tightly.
Draco shook in pain. It was unbearable. What did he do to deserve this?
***
"Draco...come along! No slacking off now, son!" Narcissa yelled.
Draco hurried his pace to catch up with her.
"I need to attended to some...business...I trust you can handle your school money well. I will meet you at the Leaky Cauldron in two hours." She pulled out a pouch of money and handed it to him.
"Yes, mother." He sighed.
"Look sharp...you're a Malfoy for Gods sake..." That was the last she said before she turned and walked in the other direction.
"Great...all by my lonesome. This doesn't surprise me." He muttered and started walking towards Flourish and Blotts.
Picking out some gray suit pants and a white shirt, he put them on. Snapping the cuffs together, he yawned in boredom. He didn't like shopping, let alone with his mother. She had been crying herself to sleep. Often she didn't eat. Putting a sweater over his shirt, he reached for one of his ties. Picking out a red one and putting on his cloak he looked in the mirror and cursed himself.
"Crap!" He shouted. "I can't believe it..." He was in his school uniform (With the exception of the red tie). Was he that desperate to leave?
"Come Draco! We need to go!" Narcissa voice called from somewhere in the mansion.
Draco didn't say anything. He just looked in the mirror again before walking out his bedroom. Going down the hall, he made his way to the spiral staircase being greeted by his mother.
"Good morning...Draco dear." She forced a smile on her face, which he could tell she was faking.
"Morning mother."
"Come along now. We need to get to Diagon."
***
"Come on Gin! The letters just arrived!" Yelled Ron, waking up her sister. Their mom let her oversleep that day, for they had a long night before.
"Another year at Hogwarts...only two more to go..." She sighed and buried her head in her pillow.
Footsteps came up the old, wobbly stairs and there was a knock on her door, followed by someone walking in without her replying to the knock.
"Come in..." She sarcastically, said as Ron appeared.
"Mum said to get up Gin...hurry and get dressed." He walked out her room and shut the door leaving her in privacy.
Ginny stood up, stretching and yawning. Walking over to her wardrobe closet, which was rather small, she pulled out a pair of jeans (Which were hand-me downs from Ron.) and an oversized shirt (A hand-me down from Charlie.). Putting on her old school robe, she grabbed her wand from the bedside table and walked out the room.
Her mother heard her walking down the steps and greeted her with a friendly smile.
"Come, come! Hermione and Harry owled to tell that they will be meeting us at Diagon Alley. Now, off we go!"
The whole Weasley bunch, except for the three oldest, lined up in front of the fireplace. It was a surprise seeing Fred and George going along since they had dropped out of school. But, they needed supplies for their business. Stepping inside the ashy fireplace, with a handful of floo powder, Ron shouted "Diagon Alley!" And threw it down with force, being on his way.
Next Molly went then Fred, George, Ginny and finally Arthur.
***
"Come now, Draco. You are lagging by a half of step." Snarled Narcissa. Perfection! Even when they were walking she always wanted perfection! How his father ever put up with her...
He knew it was ill to speak of his mother in such an unmannered way but he really couldn't help it. She has been driving him crazy all summer. She actually came to assumption that he had something to do with his father's imprisonment. She blamed him for everything. But...sometimes it was just silence. That frightened him even more then a crazy mother.
The house elves would be bustling about, but they barely made a sound compared to actual people.
It was like surviving in hell. At least with his father, he could get in some wand practice. Outside everyday at 10:00 am during his vacations just dueling. Draco never won, of course. He had various scars to show that. But...one day he did disarm his father. It was a day he would remember...such anger in his eyes.
***
Draco flew back from a blast to his chest. His heart was pounding. Breathing uncontrollably.
"Now, now Draco. You are not forfeiting, are you?"
Draco slowly stood up to face his father, hate in his eyes and shook his head no. He had to think fast. He had to distract him and go in for the kill...er...attack. Slowly raising his wand arm, not taking Lucius off his eyes, he steadied his hand. "AVIS!" he shouted and a flock of birds appeared from the tip.
Lucius looked dazed and confused. Why was he casting...birds? He was up to something he could smell it. He could also smell fear coming off of his son, who was eleven at the time. Lifting up his on wand hand and about to cast a spell, but he was cut off by the sound of his son's voice.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco shouted as his father's wand came flying towards him. He hadn't defeated him...but he had disarmed him. He was satisfied with himself. Although, Lucius wasn't satisfied with the result of the duel.
"Guess I am getting better, aren't I father?" Draco smiled at his father, but that smile faded as he saw the expression on his father's face.
Lucius grabbed Draco by the collar and slammed him up against the wall, grabbing his wand, which was now pressed on Draco's neck, just above his throat. "I...will not have some halfwit first year beat me in a duel of wits and of skill." He pressed the wand harder, causing Draco to gulp. It was sending him pain, just from the force of the tip in his skin.
Lucius let go of Draco who dropped towards the ground. Turning around he began to move away.
"I am sorry, father..." Draco gasped.
Lucius stopped and turned on his heel to face them. "As am I...Cruico!" He shouted, gripping his wand tightly.
Draco shook in pain. It was unbearable. What did he do to deserve this?
***
"Draco...come along! No slacking off now, son!" Narcissa yelled.
Draco hurried his pace to catch up with her.
"I need to attended to some...business...I trust you can handle your school money well. I will meet you at the Leaky Cauldron in two hours." She pulled out a pouch of money and handed it to him.
"Yes, mother." He sighed.
"Look sharp...you're a Malfoy for Gods sake..." That was the last she said before she turned and walked in the other direction.
"Great...all by my lonesome. This doesn't surprise me." He muttered and started walking towards Flourish and Blotts.