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the 1st chapter.
A/N: yah! A new chapter. Well I personally think this is the best chapter so far. I hope you people enjoy it and please R&R.
Chapter 3: confrontations and heartaches
Draco arrived at the Manor a couple hours after he had received the letter. He set his bags down by the door and watched as some house elf's carried them upstairs.
He knew his father was either in the library or in this private office. He headed to the library first.
When he walked in his father was writing on a parchment. He approached the desk, tapped it and made his father look up at him.
"What's going on?"
"Why don't you go ask that bitch. She's always complaining about the stupidest things. I told her not to owl you, because it's not that serious." Lucius put the quill in the ink bottle and stood up to face Draco.
Draco stared at his father. He knew he was lying about something. "Where is she?"
"She's in her chambers like always. It's not like she's good for anything." He said with bitterness.
"She's a better parent then you are." Draco said quietly, hoping Lucius didn't hear him.
"I dare you to say that again!" Lucius scowled.
"Fine, She's a better parent then you!" Draco snapped back, his pride taking over.
Smack! Lucius hit Draco so hard there was blood now pouring from his head.
"That'll teach you not to disrespect me, I'm a very good father." Lucius said it with so much pride in his voice it made Draco sick.
"Now go see that stupid whore of a mother of yours." Lucius raised his hand in a dismissing gesture.
Draco glared at him as he walked out the door and down the corridor, hoping to get as far away from his father as possible.
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He knocked on his mother's chamber door with a feeling of dread in his stomach. When he heard her small voice say 'come in', he opened the door and pulled up a chair by her bedside.
The first thing he noticed was how sick she looked. Her blonde hair lay limply on her shoulders, her eyes clouded, she was deathly pale, and it looked like breathing was difficult.
"Hi." Draco said softly.
"Hello." She said turning to him as if she had just noticed him for the first time since he walked in.
"You wanted me home?" Draco asked uncertainly.
"Yes, I wanted to tell you, I saw a doctor this morning. As you know I've been very sick the last couple of weeks." Narcissa said taking Draco's hand in her own.
"Did they tell you what's wrong?"
"Yes", was her only response. Draco was getting extremely impatient!
His mother could see it but paused, waiting for the right words.
Draco pressed her on, "And?"
"I'm dying." She said.
Draco went limp in his chair; he had suddenly felt weak. Dying, he thought. His mother can't be dying. She was the only person in the world who loved him other then Ginny. Besides she wasn't that old to begin with, she was only in her mid 40's. Lucius had something to do with this, Draco was sure of it. Anger welled up in him.
"Of course!" Draco stood up abruptly. "My stupid bastard of a father is doing nothing while you die. It seems so like him. I hate him!"
"Oh Draco you don't mean that." Narcissa said trying to calm Draco down.
"You're right, I don't hate him, I loathe him. I hope you know that when you die, I'm going to kill him." Draco said as he threw his cloak across the room. He looked around the room for something he could break. He needed something to break.
"Draco, he is your father and you should respect him. He's given you and I a lot." Narcissa shifted in her bed, trying her hardest to sit upright.
"Mother, we both know that's crap! There is no way I can respect a father who beats me, lets me have no friends. He always gives me whatever I want, but where is the love? How can I respect a father that has already chosen a path for me that I don't even want." Draco paused. "Never in my life have I ever heard that man that you call my father, say he loves me. Never in my childhood has he hugged me or told me good job or that he was proud of me."
Draco looked at Narcissa with hate in his eyes. "Do you know how lonely it is being up in my chambers all day during the summer with no one to have a real conversation with? Every time I come home from the Hogwarts, I get off the express, and always see how happy everyone is to see each other. Not my father, he just grabs me by my shirt and then says 'it's about time, 'Lets go home, we have a lot to discuss.'" Draco wiped away the tears he hadn't realized were falling.
"I will never have respect for that man and neither should you!" Draco stomped out of Narcissa's chambers, went to his room, fell on his bed, and cried himself to sleep for the first time in years.
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Draco woke the next morning with a major headache. The dread in his stomach grew as he walked to his mother's chamber.
He didn't knock; he just opened the door and walked in. He looked to her bed and saw it was perfectly made and there was nobody was in it. He was confused. Where is she? Did she feel well enough to get up this morning?
He decided to go down stairs and find out.
When he walked into the dinning room he only saw his father sitting at his usual spot at the end of the table, with the Daily Prophet in front of him. He looked up and barely glanced at Draco when he came in, he went back to reading the paper.
"Why is mother not in bed?" Draco asked.
"Your mother died in her sleep last night boy." Lucius said and acted like nothing was wrong, like it was the most normal thing for her to do.
Draco fell into his seat. She died last night? The last thing he had said to her was how much he hated his father. He never got to say how much he loved her, and now he never will have the chance. He looked over at Lucius. How could he just sit there as if it was nothing was wrong! His wife just died and he doesn't care.
"How could you?" Draco asked with so much hate in is voice.
Lucius looked up from his paper once again and stared into his son's face. "What in the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"You had something to do with this didn't you, you bastard!" Draco got up, walking blindly his anger driving every step, towards his father.
"I didn't do anything." Lucius said coldly as he stood up and faced Draco.
"Of course you never do anything! Well you know what, your not going to get away with it this time." Draco had a mysterious look on his face. He stood a few inches from his father and without realizing it, until after it was over with, he punched Lucius in the face sending him to the floor.
Draco quickly walked from the room without looking back.
Lucius sat on the floor in shock. "You'll get yours boy." He swore to himself as he devised a plan in his head.
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Draco left the manor. He couldn't stay there with his father anymore. He couldn't believe his mother was dead, but it hurt more knowing that Lucius didn't care. Of course he knew that Lucius didn't love her, but how could he not care that she was dead. That's when he knew Lucius had something to do with it. He had to have, other wise he wouldn't have been acting that way.
Draco got to Hogwarts as quickly as his broom would take him. He just left his bags at the manor not caring about them, to him right now they insignificant; all he cared about right now was getting back to Hogwarts and to Ginny.
He landed and got off of his broom right in front of Hagrid's hut.
He ran into the castle and didn't stop running until he reached the Great Hall where everyone was eating.
They all looked up at him. He walked up to the Gryffindor table, to Ginny. "Come with me please." Ginny only nodded and followed him out of the Great Hall.
As soon as they got out of there Draco hugged her.
Ginny looked uncomfortable. "Draco we need to talk."
"Alright, what's on your mind." Draco thought that nothing could make his day worse, but he was wrong.
"Draco I don't think this is working out."
"What isn't working out?" Draco said feeling his stomach tighten.
"This dating thing. I 'm breaking up with you." Ginny turned away from him so he wouldn't see the tears falling from her cheeks.
"Why?" Draco asked shocked that he even had a voice at this moment.
"You wouldn't understand." Ginny cried as she ran off towards the Gryffindor common room.
Draco just stared at her as she left. So much could happen in one day.
A/N: yeah I know AHHH!!! Well I had to end it there. Poor Draco. Raise your hand if you feel sorry for Draco. ::Raises her own hand:: I'll get up another chapter soon. Love you people. Gotta go I'm busy. ::smiles to herself as she walks off the set hand in hand with Draco::
A/N: yah! A new chapter. Well I personally think this is the best chapter so far. I hope you people enjoy it and please R&R.
Chapter 3: confrontations and heartaches
Draco arrived at the Manor a couple hours after he had received the letter. He set his bags down by the door and watched as some house elf's carried them upstairs.
He knew his father was either in the library or in this private office. He headed to the library first.
When he walked in his father was writing on a parchment. He approached the desk, tapped it and made his father look up at him.
"What's going on?"
"Why don't you go ask that bitch. She's always complaining about the stupidest things. I told her not to owl you, because it's not that serious." Lucius put the quill in the ink bottle and stood up to face Draco.
Draco stared at his father. He knew he was lying about something. "Where is she?"
"She's in her chambers like always. It's not like she's good for anything." He said with bitterness.
"She's a better parent then you are." Draco said quietly, hoping Lucius didn't hear him.
"I dare you to say that again!" Lucius scowled.
"Fine, She's a better parent then you!" Draco snapped back, his pride taking over.
Smack! Lucius hit Draco so hard there was blood now pouring from his head.
"That'll teach you not to disrespect me, I'm a very good father." Lucius said it with so much pride in his voice it made Draco sick.
"Now go see that stupid whore of a mother of yours." Lucius raised his hand in a dismissing gesture.
Draco glared at him as he walked out the door and down the corridor, hoping to get as far away from his father as possible.
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He knocked on his mother's chamber door with a feeling of dread in his stomach. When he heard her small voice say 'come in', he opened the door and pulled up a chair by her bedside.
The first thing he noticed was how sick she looked. Her blonde hair lay limply on her shoulders, her eyes clouded, she was deathly pale, and it looked like breathing was difficult.
"Hi." Draco said softly.
"Hello." She said turning to him as if she had just noticed him for the first time since he walked in.
"You wanted me home?" Draco asked uncertainly.
"Yes, I wanted to tell you, I saw a doctor this morning. As you know I've been very sick the last couple of weeks." Narcissa said taking Draco's hand in her own.
"Did they tell you what's wrong?"
"Yes", was her only response. Draco was getting extremely impatient!
His mother could see it but paused, waiting for the right words.
Draco pressed her on, "And?"
"I'm dying." She said.
Draco went limp in his chair; he had suddenly felt weak. Dying, he thought. His mother can't be dying. She was the only person in the world who loved him other then Ginny. Besides she wasn't that old to begin with, she was only in her mid 40's. Lucius had something to do with this, Draco was sure of it. Anger welled up in him.
"Of course!" Draco stood up abruptly. "My stupid bastard of a father is doing nothing while you die. It seems so like him. I hate him!"
"Oh Draco you don't mean that." Narcissa said trying to calm Draco down.
"You're right, I don't hate him, I loathe him. I hope you know that when you die, I'm going to kill him." Draco said as he threw his cloak across the room. He looked around the room for something he could break. He needed something to break.
"Draco, he is your father and you should respect him. He's given you and I a lot." Narcissa shifted in her bed, trying her hardest to sit upright.
"Mother, we both know that's crap! There is no way I can respect a father who beats me, lets me have no friends. He always gives me whatever I want, but where is the love? How can I respect a father that has already chosen a path for me that I don't even want." Draco paused. "Never in my life have I ever heard that man that you call my father, say he loves me. Never in my childhood has he hugged me or told me good job or that he was proud of me."
Draco looked at Narcissa with hate in his eyes. "Do you know how lonely it is being up in my chambers all day during the summer with no one to have a real conversation with? Every time I come home from the Hogwarts, I get off the express, and always see how happy everyone is to see each other. Not my father, he just grabs me by my shirt and then says 'it's about time, 'Lets go home, we have a lot to discuss.'" Draco wiped away the tears he hadn't realized were falling.
"I will never have respect for that man and neither should you!" Draco stomped out of Narcissa's chambers, went to his room, fell on his bed, and cried himself to sleep for the first time in years.
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Draco woke the next morning with a major headache. The dread in his stomach grew as he walked to his mother's chamber.
He didn't knock; he just opened the door and walked in. He looked to her bed and saw it was perfectly made and there was nobody was in it. He was confused. Where is she? Did she feel well enough to get up this morning?
He decided to go down stairs and find out.
When he walked into the dinning room he only saw his father sitting at his usual spot at the end of the table, with the Daily Prophet in front of him. He looked up and barely glanced at Draco when he came in, he went back to reading the paper.
"Why is mother not in bed?" Draco asked.
"Your mother died in her sleep last night boy." Lucius said and acted like nothing was wrong, like it was the most normal thing for her to do.
Draco fell into his seat. She died last night? The last thing he had said to her was how much he hated his father. He never got to say how much he loved her, and now he never will have the chance. He looked over at Lucius. How could he just sit there as if it was nothing was wrong! His wife just died and he doesn't care.
"How could you?" Draco asked with so much hate in is voice.
Lucius looked up from his paper once again and stared into his son's face. "What in the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"You had something to do with this didn't you, you bastard!" Draco got up, walking blindly his anger driving every step, towards his father.
"I didn't do anything." Lucius said coldly as he stood up and faced Draco.
"Of course you never do anything! Well you know what, your not going to get away with it this time." Draco had a mysterious look on his face. He stood a few inches from his father and without realizing it, until after it was over with, he punched Lucius in the face sending him to the floor.
Draco quickly walked from the room without looking back.
Lucius sat on the floor in shock. "You'll get yours boy." He swore to himself as he devised a plan in his head.
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Draco left the manor. He couldn't stay there with his father anymore. He couldn't believe his mother was dead, but it hurt more knowing that Lucius didn't care. Of course he knew that Lucius didn't love her, but how could he not care that she was dead. That's when he knew Lucius had something to do with it. He had to have, other wise he wouldn't have been acting that way.
Draco got to Hogwarts as quickly as his broom would take him. He just left his bags at the manor not caring about them, to him right now they insignificant; all he cared about right now was getting back to Hogwarts and to Ginny.
He landed and got off of his broom right in front of Hagrid's hut.
He ran into the castle and didn't stop running until he reached the Great Hall where everyone was eating.
They all looked up at him. He walked up to the Gryffindor table, to Ginny. "Come with me please." Ginny only nodded and followed him out of the Great Hall.
As soon as they got out of there Draco hugged her.
Ginny looked uncomfortable. "Draco we need to talk."
"Alright, what's on your mind." Draco thought that nothing could make his day worse, but he was wrong.
"Draco I don't think this is working out."
"What isn't working out?" Draco said feeling his stomach tighten.
"This dating thing. I 'm breaking up with you." Ginny turned away from him so he wouldn't see the tears falling from her cheeks.
"Why?" Draco asked shocked that he even had a voice at this moment.
"You wouldn't understand." Ginny cried as she ran off towards the Gryffindor common room.
Draco just stared at her as she left. So much could happen in one day.
A/N: yeah I know AHHH!!! Well I had to end it there. Poor Draco. Raise your hand if you feel sorry for Draco. ::Raises her own hand:: I'll get up another chapter soon. Love you people. Gotta go I'm busy. ::smiles to herself as she walks off the set hand in hand with Draco::