Author's note: Well, as promised, here is the next installment. Hope you
like it.
Thanks very much for the reviews. I love reading them. The more reviews I get the more incentive I have to get the chapters out quickly. So, keep them coming. You know how much I love and appreciate them. Thanks again.
Oh, Draco and Narcissa will be watching "The Two Towers" in this chapter. I used a couple of the scenes from the movie, so if you haven't seen the movie you may get lost. However, it's a very short part of this chapter so don't worry about it. I also wrote the scenes from memory so the lines might not be exactly like the ones in the movie.
Chapter Eleven:
"Young Master Malfoy, sir?"
Draco gave a groan and rolled over onto his side.
"Poppy is hating to wake the young sir, but Master Malfoy and Mistress are waiting to start breakfast."
Draco gave another groan but managed to shove himself into a sitting position. Suddenly the heavy green curtains which hung in front of his window were pulled aside, allowing the bright sunlight to enter the room. Draco squinted, blinded by the light, and placed a hand in front of his eyes. After a few moments his eyes readjusted and he plopped his hand down onto the blankets. He sat, staring down at his bed, his mind still half- asleep. The small house elf stood by the side of his bed, shifting from one foot to the other and ringing her hands.
"Poppy hates to bother young sir, but Master and Mistress are waiting down in the dining hall."
Draco shook himself from his groggy state and began pulling himself free from his covers. He winced and groaned as he did so, discovering that his muscles were rather stiff and very soar from the previous day.
Getting himself dressed proved to be a rather difficult task, causing him to take longer than usual. Finally, after about ten minutes of wrestling with his clothes, Draco began to make his way out of his room. Walking proved to be even more difficult than getting dressed. His legs would hardly move and he winced every time he took a step. After what seemed to be forever, Draco finally reached the top of the long staircase. He leaned with his right hand heavily upon the banister and, after taking a couple of deep breaths, he began to descend. He slowly shuffled his way down, having to put both feet on the step before proceeding to the next.
"Ow.ee.oh.ah." he groaned as he landed on each step. Would he ever reach the bottom?
* * *
"Hmm.looks as if Germany has qualified for the Quidditch World Cup. Germany vs. England; should be interesting." Lucius commented as he took a sip from his coffee cup and placed the newspaper down on the table. Narcissa just gave a slight nod and a small smile as she took a sip from her own cup. She really had no interest in Quidditch, or any sports for that matter, so she really had no idea why a match against Germany would be interesting. Suddenly the door to the dining hall opened and the both of them looked up to see Draco slowly hobbling towards the table. Lucius, even though he felt guilty about the injuries that he had caused, couldn't help but smile amusedly at the way his son hobbled along.
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" Narcissa said as her son gave her the customary kiss on the cheek.
"I slept okay." Draco replied as he made his way towards his seat. The truth was, however, that he had not slept well at all. He hadn't been able to get to sleep until almost three in the morning and even then he kept waking up every half an hour or so, either from pain or from bad dreams. He kept dreaming that his father was chasing him around the Quidditch pitch mounted on a Viper 3000 and was throwing bludgers at him. Draco himself had been mounted on a Cleansweep and had no chance of out- running his father. All the while Harry Potter sat in the middle of the field laughing and pointing. Every time Draco would go back to sleep he would dream the same thing, except for the last time. The final dream he had was pretty similar except for the fact that Lucius was trying to hug him instead of throwing bludgers at him. Draco found this dream to the most disturbing of the night.
"It's a very nice day out." Lucius commented. Narcissa could swear that she saw something along the lines of a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draco was beginning to slowly lower himself into his chair. "It would be a wonderful day for some Quidditch practice."
Draco froze, halfway lowered in his seat. He stared disbelievingly at his father who just stared back with a half grin on his face. After a moment of silence Lucius let out a laugh and shook his head. "I was only kidding, Draco. I can see that you are not up for Quidditch today." Lucius continued to chuckle slightly.
Draco allowed himself to drop in his seat and look over at his mother who just shook her head as if to say, "I have no idea". Draco picked up his fork and began stabbing at his eggs.
"Besides," Lucius continued, "as I just finished telling your mother, I have to leave this afternoon on a short business trip. I'll only be gone for a couple of days. Should be enough time for you to recover."
Draco just nodded his head. Outside he didn't show his eagerness, but inside he was excited. He always loved it when his father would leave on one of his business trips. It would give him and his mother time to be together and be themselves without having to worry about Lucius' disapproval. Draco was already planning what movies they would watch for the rest of the afternoon and into the late evening.
"You wouldn't want to come with me would you?" Lucius asked.
"What?" Draco asked as he pulled himself from his thoughts.
"I'm going to Munich, Germany and thought you might like to come."
"Is Mother going?"
"No, she's going to some social event with Mrs. Goyle."
"Oh, um, I think that I would prefer to stay here, if that's okay. I think that I'm too sore to go wandering around Munich."
"That's fine." Lucius said as he returned to his newspaper. He didn't notice as Draco let out a little sigh of relief.
* * *
"I'll see you two in a couple of days." Lucius said as he walked over to his wife. To hers' and Draco's utter amazement Lucius kissed his wife upon the cheek. Before she could react Lucius had pulled away and began to move towards Draco, who instinctively began to back away. However, Lucius reached out and managed to ruffle his son's hair before he could get far enough away. "See you soon." Draco scowled furiously as he tried to smooth his now messy hair back into place. That was the second time that his father had done that and he hated it. Other than himself, his mother was the only one who was allowed to touch his hair.
Lucius gave them a final nod and then apparated himself from the mansion. Narcissa turned to her son who was still scowling furiously and trying to smooth his hair back. Narcissa laughed and then reached out and ruffled his hair herself.
"MOTHER!!!"
* * *
"You're a liar."
"No."
"And a thief."
"No, not listening."
"Murderer."
"Go away."
"Go away?!"
"I hates you."
"Draco, why are you laughing?" Narcissa asked in a shocked voice.
"Uh, because it's funny." Draco responded as he looked away from the television screen and at his mother.
"You think that that is funny?" Narcissa asked, still shocked. "That poor Gollum is torn within himself. Can't you see the inner conflict and the turmoil that he suffers through?"
"Mother, it's just a movie."
"That doesn't matter. I can't believe that you are laughing at this."
"Mother, I'm laughing because of the way that they Gollum talking with himself. You know, the way he has a split personality and the way that they filmed it in order to make it look like he's two separate people, or whatever he is. Just the way he's talking is funny. It's supposed to funny and serious at the same time."
"Well, I don't find it very funny."
Draco just shook his head and returned his focus back on the screen that was playing "The Two Towers". He then reached forward and took another piece of a topping covered pizza. "Come on, Mother, you're supposed to be helping me with this, that's why we got a large."
"Oh, I couldn't, Draco, I'm full."
"How could you possibly be full? You only had one piece."
"Well, honey, unlike you, I am not a bottomless pit. Plus, I have to watch my waistline."
Draco stopped in mid chew and looked at is mother's waist. "What waist? You haven't got one."
Narcissa smiled and shook her head. "I most certainly do. I still haven't been able to lose those few pounds that I gained over Christmas."
Draco rolled his eyes. "God, Mother, if you got any skinnier I think you'd blow away in a gentle breeze. Now, come on, eat another piece."
"No, Draco, I can't."
"Yes, you can." Draco said as he leaned forward and grabbed a piece of pizza. "Come on, eat it. You know you want to." He then added in a high pitched voice, "Eat me, eat me."
Narcissa smiled. She the rolled her eyes and finally gave in. "Okay, but just one more."
Draco gave a satisfied smile as his mother took the pizza from him.
* * *
"No parent should ever have to bury their child."
Draco could hear a few sniffs coming from where his mother was sitting.
"Mum, are you crying?" Draco asked in a disgusted tone.
"No." Narcissa sniffed.
"Yes you are."
"Oh, shut up and watch the movie."
"You women are too emotional. Ow!" Draco exclaimed as his mother hit him on the side of his head.
* * *
"Now hold on, didn't that guy die in the first movie?" Narcissa asked as she pointed at the screen.
"No, Mother, that was Boromir who died."
"Then who's this guy?"
"That's Faramir, Boromir's brother."
"Oh. And is he one of the good guys?"
"Yes!!!" Draco said in an exasperated tone. His mother really couldn't follow the plots and characters in movies very well. "Heaven forbid I ever try to watch the Matrix with her." Draco thought to himself.
Thanks very much for the reviews. I love reading them. The more reviews I get the more incentive I have to get the chapters out quickly. So, keep them coming. You know how much I love and appreciate them. Thanks again.
Oh, Draco and Narcissa will be watching "The Two Towers" in this chapter. I used a couple of the scenes from the movie, so if you haven't seen the movie you may get lost. However, it's a very short part of this chapter so don't worry about it. I also wrote the scenes from memory so the lines might not be exactly like the ones in the movie.
Chapter Eleven:
"Young Master Malfoy, sir?"
Draco gave a groan and rolled over onto his side.
"Poppy is hating to wake the young sir, but Master Malfoy and Mistress are waiting to start breakfast."
Draco gave another groan but managed to shove himself into a sitting position. Suddenly the heavy green curtains which hung in front of his window were pulled aside, allowing the bright sunlight to enter the room. Draco squinted, blinded by the light, and placed a hand in front of his eyes. After a few moments his eyes readjusted and he plopped his hand down onto the blankets. He sat, staring down at his bed, his mind still half- asleep. The small house elf stood by the side of his bed, shifting from one foot to the other and ringing her hands.
"Poppy hates to bother young sir, but Master and Mistress are waiting down in the dining hall."
Draco shook himself from his groggy state and began pulling himself free from his covers. He winced and groaned as he did so, discovering that his muscles were rather stiff and very soar from the previous day.
Getting himself dressed proved to be a rather difficult task, causing him to take longer than usual. Finally, after about ten minutes of wrestling with his clothes, Draco began to make his way out of his room. Walking proved to be even more difficult than getting dressed. His legs would hardly move and he winced every time he took a step. After what seemed to be forever, Draco finally reached the top of the long staircase. He leaned with his right hand heavily upon the banister and, after taking a couple of deep breaths, he began to descend. He slowly shuffled his way down, having to put both feet on the step before proceeding to the next.
"Ow.ee.oh.ah." he groaned as he landed on each step. Would he ever reach the bottom?
* * *
"Hmm.looks as if Germany has qualified for the Quidditch World Cup. Germany vs. England; should be interesting." Lucius commented as he took a sip from his coffee cup and placed the newspaper down on the table. Narcissa just gave a slight nod and a small smile as she took a sip from her own cup. She really had no interest in Quidditch, or any sports for that matter, so she really had no idea why a match against Germany would be interesting. Suddenly the door to the dining hall opened and the both of them looked up to see Draco slowly hobbling towards the table. Lucius, even though he felt guilty about the injuries that he had caused, couldn't help but smile amusedly at the way his son hobbled along.
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?" Narcissa said as her son gave her the customary kiss on the cheek.
"I slept okay." Draco replied as he made his way towards his seat. The truth was, however, that he had not slept well at all. He hadn't been able to get to sleep until almost three in the morning and even then he kept waking up every half an hour or so, either from pain or from bad dreams. He kept dreaming that his father was chasing him around the Quidditch pitch mounted on a Viper 3000 and was throwing bludgers at him. Draco himself had been mounted on a Cleansweep and had no chance of out- running his father. All the while Harry Potter sat in the middle of the field laughing and pointing. Every time Draco would go back to sleep he would dream the same thing, except for the last time. The final dream he had was pretty similar except for the fact that Lucius was trying to hug him instead of throwing bludgers at him. Draco found this dream to the most disturbing of the night.
"It's a very nice day out." Lucius commented. Narcissa could swear that she saw something along the lines of a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draco was beginning to slowly lower himself into his chair. "It would be a wonderful day for some Quidditch practice."
Draco froze, halfway lowered in his seat. He stared disbelievingly at his father who just stared back with a half grin on his face. After a moment of silence Lucius let out a laugh and shook his head. "I was only kidding, Draco. I can see that you are not up for Quidditch today." Lucius continued to chuckle slightly.
Draco allowed himself to drop in his seat and look over at his mother who just shook her head as if to say, "I have no idea". Draco picked up his fork and began stabbing at his eggs.
"Besides," Lucius continued, "as I just finished telling your mother, I have to leave this afternoon on a short business trip. I'll only be gone for a couple of days. Should be enough time for you to recover."
Draco just nodded his head. Outside he didn't show his eagerness, but inside he was excited. He always loved it when his father would leave on one of his business trips. It would give him and his mother time to be together and be themselves without having to worry about Lucius' disapproval. Draco was already planning what movies they would watch for the rest of the afternoon and into the late evening.
"You wouldn't want to come with me would you?" Lucius asked.
"What?" Draco asked as he pulled himself from his thoughts.
"I'm going to Munich, Germany and thought you might like to come."
"Is Mother going?"
"No, she's going to some social event with Mrs. Goyle."
"Oh, um, I think that I would prefer to stay here, if that's okay. I think that I'm too sore to go wandering around Munich."
"That's fine." Lucius said as he returned to his newspaper. He didn't notice as Draco let out a little sigh of relief.
* * *
"I'll see you two in a couple of days." Lucius said as he walked over to his wife. To hers' and Draco's utter amazement Lucius kissed his wife upon the cheek. Before she could react Lucius had pulled away and began to move towards Draco, who instinctively began to back away. However, Lucius reached out and managed to ruffle his son's hair before he could get far enough away. "See you soon." Draco scowled furiously as he tried to smooth his now messy hair back into place. That was the second time that his father had done that and he hated it. Other than himself, his mother was the only one who was allowed to touch his hair.
Lucius gave them a final nod and then apparated himself from the mansion. Narcissa turned to her son who was still scowling furiously and trying to smooth his hair back. Narcissa laughed and then reached out and ruffled his hair herself.
"MOTHER!!!"
* * *
"You're a liar."
"No."
"And a thief."
"No, not listening."
"Murderer."
"Go away."
"Go away?!"
"I hates you."
"Draco, why are you laughing?" Narcissa asked in a shocked voice.
"Uh, because it's funny." Draco responded as he looked away from the television screen and at his mother.
"You think that that is funny?" Narcissa asked, still shocked. "That poor Gollum is torn within himself. Can't you see the inner conflict and the turmoil that he suffers through?"
"Mother, it's just a movie."
"That doesn't matter. I can't believe that you are laughing at this."
"Mother, I'm laughing because of the way that they Gollum talking with himself. You know, the way he has a split personality and the way that they filmed it in order to make it look like he's two separate people, or whatever he is. Just the way he's talking is funny. It's supposed to funny and serious at the same time."
"Well, I don't find it very funny."
Draco just shook his head and returned his focus back on the screen that was playing "The Two Towers". He then reached forward and took another piece of a topping covered pizza. "Come on, Mother, you're supposed to be helping me with this, that's why we got a large."
"Oh, I couldn't, Draco, I'm full."
"How could you possibly be full? You only had one piece."
"Well, honey, unlike you, I am not a bottomless pit. Plus, I have to watch my waistline."
Draco stopped in mid chew and looked at is mother's waist. "What waist? You haven't got one."
Narcissa smiled and shook her head. "I most certainly do. I still haven't been able to lose those few pounds that I gained over Christmas."
Draco rolled his eyes. "God, Mother, if you got any skinnier I think you'd blow away in a gentle breeze. Now, come on, eat another piece."
"No, Draco, I can't."
"Yes, you can." Draco said as he leaned forward and grabbed a piece of pizza. "Come on, eat it. You know you want to." He then added in a high pitched voice, "Eat me, eat me."
Narcissa smiled. She the rolled her eyes and finally gave in. "Okay, but just one more."
Draco gave a satisfied smile as his mother took the pizza from him.
* * *
"No parent should ever have to bury their child."
Draco could hear a few sniffs coming from where his mother was sitting.
"Mum, are you crying?" Draco asked in a disgusted tone.
"No." Narcissa sniffed.
"Yes you are."
"Oh, shut up and watch the movie."
"You women are too emotional. Ow!" Draco exclaimed as his mother hit him on the side of his head.
* * *
"Now hold on, didn't that guy die in the first movie?" Narcissa asked as she pointed at the screen.
"No, Mother, that was Boromir who died."
"Then who's this guy?"
"That's Faramir, Boromir's brother."
"Oh. And is he one of the good guys?"
"Yes!!!" Draco said in an exasperated tone. His mother really couldn't follow the plots and characters in movies very well. "Heaven forbid I ever try to watch the Matrix with her." Draco thought to himself.