Author's Note: Hope you all liked Chapter Five. Was it okay? Did I make it
believable? Was there enough there? Please let me know what you thought.
Anyway, without further adieu, here is chapter six. Enjoy and please
review.
Alex Destine- Thanks for your review. I'm glad that you really like the story. Don't worry, there will be a lot more Draco and Lucius interaction in the upcoming chapters as Lucius tries to make up for his sixteen years of being a bad father to Draco. There's a bit of it in this chapter. Hope you like it. Thanks again
Chapter Six: A Family Lunch
The bright rays of sunlight that filtered through the glass panes of the large window fell upon Draco's still form and slowly woke him up with their warmth. Draco rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. He gazed out his window and saw the brilliant blue of the sky and a few wispy, white clouds. The grass seemed to be an unusually deep shade of green and he could see the birds fluttering about amongst the trees, chirping rather loudly to each other. All in all it looked as if it were a very bright and cheery morning. However, Draco couldn't help but feel a certain sense of foreboding.
"Something is not right." He said to himself as he turned to see the clock that sat on his bedside table. "9:00! Father's going to KILL me!" Draco began to throw off the covers and scramble out of bed. Never before had his father allowed him to sleep in so late. He always had to be up and make it down to breakfast by 6:30 a.m. Just as he stood up from the bed a house elf appeared in the room.
"Poppy! Why didn't you wake me up?! It's 9:00! Father's going to be mad!"
"Begging your pardon, young master, but Master Malfoy instructed Poppy not wake the young master."
"Why?"
"Poppy does not know why, young sir. Poppy was not told. Poppy was only instructed to not wake young master and to inform him upon his awakening that Master Malfoy is expecting Mistress and the young sir to meet him for lunch today."
Draco stared blankly at the house elf who stood in the middle of his room, wringing her hands in front of her. Suddenly Draco began to remember the incident of only a few hours ago. Draco frowned. Now, in the morning light, the incident had seemed like a mere dream, a nightmare in fact. "It couldn't have happened." He thought to himself. "Father would never act like that. It had to be some sort of bad dream. After all, it was rather warm last night, and I always have strange or bad dreams when I'm hot. But what about this new, strange behavior?" His father had let him sleep in and was now requesting his wife and son to join him for lunch. "What is going on? Was that incident real? Is Father toying with me for some reason? Trying to mess with my head? Well, if he is it's definitely working."
Just then his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Poppy's voice. "Is young master alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. That'll be all." With that, Poppy snapped her fingers and disappeared leaving a very confounded Draco to get himself ready for the day and whatever it may bring. But could anyone really be ready for what lay ahead for Draco and his mother?
* * *
Draco stepped through the doors of the restaurant that his father had
designated for lunch and looked around for his parents who he was to meet there. It was a small, but elegant restaurant, dimly lit with candles that floated in the center of the tables, and was Narcissa's favorite place to eat. As Draco entered he had an anxious feeling inside of his stomach. He had no idea what to expect considering the two strange incidences of that morning. He had been going over and over them in his mind for the past few hours, trying to make sense of them. He had wanted to talk to his mother about it, but she had been away all morning, probably shopping, so he was left alone to try and sort things out. He had dismissed the first incident as just being a nightmare, but he couldn't seem to explain away why his father had allowed him to sleep in and why he wanted his family to meet him for lunch. It wasn't a birthday, anniversary, or holiday after all.
Before Draco's mind could muse any further, he spotted his parents sitting at a table in one of the corners of the restaurant. He took a deep breath and then began to walk over to where they sat. When he was but a few feet from the table he stopped suddenly and his eyes widened in shock. There his father sat with a large smile plastered on his face. Draco had never seen his father really smile before. He had always thought that perhaps the muscles in his father's face were simply incapable of moving his lips into a smile. But it wasn't just the smile that made Draco's eyes widen in surprise; he was completely taken aback when he saw his father's hand resting overtop of his mother's. He had never seen his father being openly affectionate towards his mother, so this small gesture was enough to make Draco think that he must still be stuck in some type of bad dream. Either that or he had entered an alternate universe.
Narcissa turned her head as she noticed Draco standing there. Her eyes looked a bit nervous and confused and her body seemed a bit stiff, her small and delicate hand slightly twitching under Lucius larger and stronger hand. Her lips twisted up into a slight smile as she saw her son standing there.
"Ah, Draco, you're here." Lucius said as he looked away from his wife and noticed his son. His smile did not leave his face which made Draco feel even more disconcerted. After a moment of Draco just standing there, staring at his father Lucius said with a slight laugh, "What are you, a living statue? Go ahead and sit down." This laugh made Draco's eyes grew a bit wider, but his father did not notice this as he quickly took his seat to the right of Lucius and picked up the menu and began glancing at the wide variety of delicious meals that were available.
Lucius picked up his wine glass and looked over at his son and before taking a sip asked, "So, how has your day been so far?"
Draco's head shot up and he looked nervously between his father and mother. "Why? What did you hear?"
"What do you mean? Can't a father ask his son how his day has been?"
Draco looked over at his mother for help, but she could only look at him with a sympathetic look.
"Um.It's just that you've never asked me that before. I just thought that maybe you heard something and I was going to get into trouble." Draco muttered as he placed the menu down.
"Why? Is there something that I should know about?" Lucius said as he raised an eyebrow.
"Um.No." Draco replied as he looked everywhere but at his father. He never was a very good liar.
To Draco's great relief his father just let it go at that.
"Do you have anything planned for today, Draco?"
"No." Draco said as he looked at his father with an expression of mixed confusion and suspicion.
"Good, because I have decided to take the rest of the day off from the ministry and spend it with you and your mother."
Draco's eyes nearly popped out and his mother choked as she was taking a sip of her wine when Lucius had said this.
"You are going to spend the rest of the day with us?" Narcissa said in a very small voice, still trying to recover from the wine going down the wrong passage in her throat.
"Yes. I think that the ministry could do without me for the rest of the day."
"But, isn't there a lot of work to do? Isn't it kind of important?" Narcissa added.
"Oh, I think that they can handle it. Besides, I think that it is about time that I pay attention to what's really important." As he finished he looked at his wife and then his son and his face held an amused expression as he beheld the looks of utter shock and confusion on their faces.
He then turned away from them in order to summon a waiter. Draco looked at his mother, pointed to his father, and mouthed silently, "What's up with him?"
Narcissa shrugged her shoulders slightly and shook her head in bewilderment. She then took a rather large gulp of her wine. Lucius turned around and picked up his wine glass again, his face still bearing an amused expression. It was kind of fun watching his wife and son trying to make sense of his new behavior.
The waiter came over a moment later and took their orders. In only a short time their meals were on the table and they began to eat.
After several minutes of silent eating Lucius spoke, "Oh, I am sorry, Draco, for having woken you up so early this morning."
Draco, who had just taken a rather large bite of his Fettuccini, began to cough rather violently. He forced down his mouthful of food, still coughing, and reached for his glass of water.
"You alright there, son?" Lucius asked.
Draco merely nodded, but was he alright? "It happened!" his mind screamed. "The incident did happen! What the HELL is going on?!"
"I just swallowed wrong." He finally said as he tried to breathe in some air. He smiled faintly at his mother who had a worried expression on her face and took another sip of water. "God, I feel like I'm in, what was that muggle show called? Oh, yes, the Twilight Zone." he thought to himself.
Alex Destine- Thanks for your review. I'm glad that you really like the story. Don't worry, there will be a lot more Draco and Lucius interaction in the upcoming chapters as Lucius tries to make up for his sixteen years of being a bad father to Draco. There's a bit of it in this chapter. Hope you like it. Thanks again
Chapter Six: A Family Lunch
The bright rays of sunlight that filtered through the glass panes of the large window fell upon Draco's still form and slowly woke him up with their warmth. Draco rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. He gazed out his window and saw the brilliant blue of the sky and a few wispy, white clouds. The grass seemed to be an unusually deep shade of green and he could see the birds fluttering about amongst the trees, chirping rather loudly to each other. All in all it looked as if it were a very bright and cheery morning. However, Draco couldn't help but feel a certain sense of foreboding.
"Something is not right." He said to himself as he turned to see the clock that sat on his bedside table. "9:00! Father's going to KILL me!" Draco began to throw off the covers and scramble out of bed. Never before had his father allowed him to sleep in so late. He always had to be up and make it down to breakfast by 6:30 a.m. Just as he stood up from the bed a house elf appeared in the room.
"Poppy! Why didn't you wake me up?! It's 9:00! Father's going to be mad!"
"Begging your pardon, young master, but Master Malfoy instructed Poppy not wake the young master."
"Why?"
"Poppy does not know why, young sir. Poppy was not told. Poppy was only instructed to not wake young master and to inform him upon his awakening that Master Malfoy is expecting Mistress and the young sir to meet him for lunch today."
Draco stared blankly at the house elf who stood in the middle of his room, wringing her hands in front of her. Suddenly Draco began to remember the incident of only a few hours ago. Draco frowned. Now, in the morning light, the incident had seemed like a mere dream, a nightmare in fact. "It couldn't have happened." He thought to himself. "Father would never act like that. It had to be some sort of bad dream. After all, it was rather warm last night, and I always have strange or bad dreams when I'm hot. But what about this new, strange behavior?" His father had let him sleep in and was now requesting his wife and son to join him for lunch. "What is going on? Was that incident real? Is Father toying with me for some reason? Trying to mess with my head? Well, if he is it's definitely working."
Just then his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Poppy's voice. "Is young master alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. That'll be all." With that, Poppy snapped her fingers and disappeared leaving a very confounded Draco to get himself ready for the day and whatever it may bring. But could anyone really be ready for what lay ahead for Draco and his mother?
* * *
Draco stepped through the doors of the restaurant that his father had
designated for lunch and looked around for his parents who he was to meet there. It was a small, but elegant restaurant, dimly lit with candles that floated in the center of the tables, and was Narcissa's favorite place to eat. As Draco entered he had an anxious feeling inside of his stomach. He had no idea what to expect considering the two strange incidences of that morning. He had been going over and over them in his mind for the past few hours, trying to make sense of them. He had wanted to talk to his mother about it, but she had been away all morning, probably shopping, so he was left alone to try and sort things out. He had dismissed the first incident as just being a nightmare, but he couldn't seem to explain away why his father had allowed him to sleep in and why he wanted his family to meet him for lunch. It wasn't a birthday, anniversary, or holiday after all.
Before Draco's mind could muse any further, he spotted his parents sitting at a table in one of the corners of the restaurant. He took a deep breath and then began to walk over to where they sat. When he was but a few feet from the table he stopped suddenly and his eyes widened in shock. There his father sat with a large smile plastered on his face. Draco had never seen his father really smile before. He had always thought that perhaps the muscles in his father's face were simply incapable of moving his lips into a smile. But it wasn't just the smile that made Draco's eyes widen in surprise; he was completely taken aback when he saw his father's hand resting overtop of his mother's. He had never seen his father being openly affectionate towards his mother, so this small gesture was enough to make Draco think that he must still be stuck in some type of bad dream. Either that or he had entered an alternate universe.
Narcissa turned her head as she noticed Draco standing there. Her eyes looked a bit nervous and confused and her body seemed a bit stiff, her small and delicate hand slightly twitching under Lucius larger and stronger hand. Her lips twisted up into a slight smile as she saw her son standing there.
"Ah, Draco, you're here." Lucius said as he looked away from his wife and noticed his son. His smile did not leave his face which made Draco feel even more disconcerted. After a moment of Draco just standing there, staring at his father Lucius said with a slight laugh, "What are you, a living statue? Go ahead and sit down." This laugh made Draco's eyes grew a bit wider, but his father did not notice this as he quickly took his seat to the right of Lucius and picked up the menu and began glancing at the wide variety of delicious meals that were available.
Lucius picked up his wine glass and looked over at his son and before taking a sip asked, "So, how has your day been so far?"
Draco's head shot up and he looked nervously between his father and mother. "Why? What did you hear?"
"What do you mean? Can't a father ask his son how his day has been?"
Draco looked over at his mother for help, but she could only look at him with a sympathetic look.
"Um.It's just that you've never asked me that before. I just thought that maybe you heard something and I was going to get into trouble." Draco muttered as he placed the menu down.
"Why? Is there something that I should know about?" Lucius said as he raised an eyebrow.
"Um.No." Draco replied as he looked everywhere but at his father. He never was a very good liar.
To Draco's great relief his father just let it go at that.
"Do you have anything planned for today, Draco?"
"No." Draco said as he looked at his father with an expression of mixed confusion and suspicion.
"Good, because I have decided to take the rest of the day off from the ministry and spend it with you and your mother."
Draco's eyes nearly popped out and his mother choked as she was taking a sip of her wine when Lucius had said this.
"You are going to spend the rest of the day with us?" Narcissa said in a very small voice, still trying to recover from the wine going down the wrong passage in her throat.
"Yes. I think that the ministry could do without me for the rest of the day."
"But, isn't there a lot of work to do? Isn't it kind of important?" Narcissa added.
"Oh, I think that they can handle it. Besides, I think that it is about time that I pay attention to what's really important." As he finished he looked at his wife and then his son and his face held an amused expression as he beheld the looks of utter shock and confusion on their faces.
He then turned away from them in order to summon a waiter. Draco looked at his mother, pointed to his father, and mouthed silently, "What's up with him?"
Narcissa shrugged her shoulders slightly and shook her head in bewilderment. She then took a rather large gulp of her wine. Lucius turned around and picked up his wine glass again, his face still bearing an amused expression. It was kind of fun watching his wife and son trying to make sense of his new behavior.
The waiter came over a moment later and took their orders. In only a short time their meals were on the table and they began to eat.
After several minutes of silent eating Lucius spoke, "Oh, I am sorry, Draco, for having woken you up so early this morning."
Draco, who had just taken a rather large bite of his Fettuccini, began to cough rather violently. He forced down his mouthful of food, still coughing, and reached for his glass of water.
"You alright there, son?" Lucius asked.
Draco merely nodded, but was he alright? "It happened!" his mind screamed. "The incident did happen! What the HELL is going on?!"
"I just swallowed wrong." He finally said as he tried to breathe in some air. He smiled faintly at his mother who had a worried expression on her face and took another sip of water. "God, I feel like I'm in, what was that muggle show called? Oh, yes, the Twilight Zone." he thought to himself.