Draco felt awful; like he'd just been stabbed in the heart. He and Hermione had been best friends since they were barely six! Almost six years! For him to go and do that to her, well, he felt like the scummyest thing on the planet.
He walked in the door sadly. His mother was sitting at the table tiredly. But, even though he had arrived almost halfway through dinner, his father beamed at him.
"Did you break it off with that muggle girl?" Lucius asked jubiously. Draco nodded sadly. "She's no muggle. Saw her Hogwarts letter myself." Lucius smiled anyway. "Mudblood, then. Narcissa, would you pass the salad?"
Wincing at the vile word, Draco looked at his mother. She looked frial, even old. There were dark circles under her eyes that even magic couldn't take care of, and her nose looked bonier and pointer than ever. 'Why does she let Lusius push her around?' Draco often wondered. Suddenly, it was all his father's fault. His mother's health, his lost friendship with Hermione, WHY did his father have to chose his life for him?
"No, Lucius. She isn't a mudblood. She's MY friend, not yours. I'm going straight back there to her house to patch things up!" Draco quickly got up, as did Lucius. "No you are not, young man. You sit down right now and finish your dinner!"
"No!" Draco's assertiveness suprised him. Though he was the most feared boy on the playground, and he beat up any kid who made a crack at Hermione, he had always been a bit more afraid of his father than the next larger kid.
"Sit down now!" Lucius' annoyance with Draco was quickly (as usual) turning to rage. There were red patches traveling up his neck, his eyes were begining to bulge, and he looked ready to breathe fire.
"Never!" Draco practically screamed. Lucius leapt up to catch Draco. In utter fear, Draco grabbed the glass salad bowl and flung it at his father. He missed, and the family cringed as it crashed against the wall. Lucius looked about to expload. So Draco took off.
He leapt out the door, leaving it open. Lucius was not going to give up; had he ever? so he chased Draco outside. Draco could hear his mother yelling at them to come back inside as he swished through the long grass in his huge back yard. "Come back hear, boy!" Lucius yelled. Suddenly, he was pushed to the ground as Lucius jumped up on him. The impact knocked Draco's head hard on the ground, and all he could think of was Hermione as the world began to spin, and then everything turned black.
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"Wake up!" somebody hissed. Draco opened his eyes, though it hurt like hell. As blurryness began to turn into actual things, he recognized Narcissa standing over him with a wash cloth in her hands. "What is it?" he asked, a bit loud. "Shhhhhh! Your father's sleeping."
Pound, Pound, Pound! His head throbbed and he felt nauseous. "You tried to get away from him, and he tackled you. I pulled him off... before catastrophies could have occured." Draco wondered if his father could have killed him. Then he wondered how a woman of his mother's size and strength could have pried her large husband off of her son. Some things are just meant to be wondered about.
"Anyway, he told me that if you don't willingly go with him to Diagon Alley to pick up your things, WITHOUT Hermione, then he might... well... let's just say your father is capable of a lot when he is angry."
Draco nodded with resentment. The last thing he wanted to do was spend a day with his no-good-father. But he did anyway, because he couldn't imagine anything worse than being married to the fool. And Narcissa had never given up.
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He walked in the door sadly. His mother was sitting at the table tiredly. But, even though he had arrived almost halfway through dinner, his father beamed at him.
"Did you break it off with that muggle girl?" Lucius asked jubiously. Draco nodded sadly. "She's no muggle. Saw her Hogwarts letter myself." Lucius smiled anyway. "Mudblood, then. Narcissa, would you pass the salad?"
Wincing at the vile word, Draco looked at his mother. She looked frial, even old. There were dark circles under her eyes that even magic couldn't take care of, and her nose looked bonier and pointer than ever. 'Why does she let Lusius push her around?' Draco often wondered. Suddenly, it was all his father's fault. His mother's health, his lost friendship with Hermione, WHY did his father have to chose his life for him?
"No, Lucius. She isn't a mudblood. She's MY friend, not yours. I'm going straight back there to her house to patch things up!" Draco quickly got up, as did Lucius. "No you are not, young man. You sit down right now and finish your dinner!"
"No!" Draco's assertiveness suprised him. Though he was the most feared boy on the playground, and he beat up any kid who made a crack at Hermione, he had always been a bit more afraid of his father than the next larger kid.
"Sit down now!" Lucius' annoyance with Draco was quickly (as usual) turning to rage. There were red patches traveling up his neck, his eyes were begining to bulge, and he looked ready to breathe fire.
"Never!" Draco practically screamed. Lucius leapt up to catch Draco. In utter fear, Draco grabbed the glass salad bowl and flung it at his father. He missed, and the family cringed as it crashed against the wall. Lucius looked about to expload. So Draco took off.
He leapt out the door, leaving it open. Lucius was not going to give up; had he ever? so he chased Draco outside. Draco could hear his mother yelling at them to come back inside as he swished through the long grass in his huge back yard. "Come back hear, boy!" Lucius yelled. Suddenly, he was pushed to the ground as Lucius jumped up on him. The impact knocked Draco's head hard on the ground, and all he could think of was Hermione as the world began to spin, and then everything turned black.
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"Wake up!" somebody hissed. Draco opened his eyes, though it hurt like hell. As blurryness began to turn into actual things, he recognized Narcissa standing over him with a wash cloth in her hands. "What is it?" he asked, a bit loud. "Shhhhhh! Your father's sleeping."
Pound, Pound, Pound! His head throbbed and he felt nauseous. "You tried to get away from him, and he tackled you. I pulled him off... before catastrophies could have occured." Draco wondered if his father could have killed him. Then he wondered how a woman of his mother's size and strength could have pried her large husband off of her son. Some things are just meant to be wondered about.
"Anyway, he told me that if you don't willingly go with him to Diagon Alley to pick up your things, WITHOUT Hermione, then he might... well... let's just say your father is capable of a lot when he is angry."
Draco nodded with resentment. The last thing he wanted to do was spend a day with his no-good-father. But he did anyway, because he couldn't imagine anything worse than being married to the fool. And Narcissa had never given up.
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