Chapter Sixteen: Getting Up
It was 11:00 when Lucius finally decided that it was time for his son to wake up. Lucius had come to the conclusion that he was not going to simply confront Draco about his misbehavior, but was instead was going to manipulate his son into actually confessing his disobedience. Lucius knew that Draco would never come right out and say what he had done the night before, and Lucius was not going to make it easy for him by simply confronting him. No, Lucius was going to make Draco suffer a bit and force him to admit his wrong-doing. If there was anything that Lucius really hated it was the thought of someone hiding something from him and he knew that Draco would do his best to hide last night's festivities. So, he was going to employ some strategies in order to coerce a confession from his son.
"Actually," Lucius thought as he walked through the halls in the direction of his son's room, an evil/mischievous grin stretching across his face, "I think 'torture' would be a better word to describe what I am going to do to that boy." After what he had been through last night, such as practically having no sleep and also having to deal with a drunk Draco who managed to puke all over his shirt, Lucius felt that he deserved to have a little fun messing with his son. Of course, this would only work as long as Draco didn't remember who it was who took care of him in those early morning hours. But with as drunk as Draco was, Lucius was sure that he would not be recalling much.
(A/N: Okay, this is just in case you guys are thinking that what I mean by 'torture' and 'having fun messing with Draco' is that Lucius is going to whip him or abuse him some other way, then let me just say now that you are wrong. Lucius has never and will never physically harm Draco. This is just so you're clear. Read on to see what I actually mean by 'torture'.)
Lucius quietly opened the door to Draco's bedroom and stepped in. He then walked over to the side of Draco's bed and peered down at the still, sleeping form. Draco was stretched out on his stomach, the bed covers twisted around him. Lucius grimaced as the very unpleasant smell of alcohol and vomit assaulted his nose with great force. Draco certainly smelled bad.
After a moment Lucius left the side of Draco's bed and made his way to the large window that rested directly across from the bed.
"Well, here we go." Lucius muttered quietly to himself. He then grabbed a hold of the curtains and vigorously pushed them open at the same time as he said in a slightly- louder- than- was- necessary voice, "Draco, it's late! It's long past time for you to get up."
Draco jerked awake at the sudden noise. It was very unfortunate for him that he had been sleeping with his head facing towards the window, because the moment that the curtains were open the bright rays of the sun came glaring on his face causing him to barely be able to open his eyes. He was very disoriented for several moments, having been jolted out of his sleep, and all he could do was squint up confusedly at the figure that stood in front of his window. Suddenly Draco felt a pounding begin in his head, he noticed that his mouth felt like cotton had been stuffed in it, his stomach was raw and nauseous feeling, he was dizzy, his eyes were unfocused, and to top it all off he felt really filmy and noticed that he smelled very unpleasant. This smell caused his stomach to churn even more and his head to pound even harder. All of these ailments hit Draco at once, causing him to groan and close his eyes. He turned his face away from the bright window and proceeded to bury his head under the pillows.
"Come now, Draco, you've slept long enough. You know you are not supposed to sleep in this late."
All Lucius could hear in response was a very muffled mumble. He then proceeded to go around Draco's bed and pull the pillows off his son's head. Draco whined in protest as he pulled the covers over his head.
"Draco!" Lucius said a little more forcefully, "Get up! Brunch is waiting for us downstairs."
"I'm not hungry." Came the groan from under the covers.
"Are you sure?" Lucius replied with a slightly evil grin beginning to spread across his face. "I had the house elves make those chocolate chip pancakes that you insist on eating."
There was a loud groan.
"There are also some thick rashers, sausages, extra greasy..."
Groaning...
"French Toast with plenty of powdered sugar and strawberry syrup..."
Draco was now sounding as if someone was killing him. He squirmed towards his pillows and re-buried his head deep beneath them.
Lucius could not make out the words that were then mumbled, more like whined, next. They sounded strangely like the language that toddlers use before they can actually talk properly.
"Draco, I can't hear you through the pillows."
Draco's head slowly re-appeared, his eyes barely opened into tiny slits. "I said I don't want anything to eat." His head, which felt like it weighed thirty pounds, then collapsed onto the pillow and he closed his eyes, hoping against hope that his father would just leave.
Lucius felt a twinge of pity for Draco. He certainly looked miserable. Lucius had a potion that would relieve his son's hangover instantly, however, he was not going to allow Draco any comfort until he confessed to the previous night.
"What's wrong, Draco? Are you not feeling well?" Lucius asked, trying his best to make his voice sound concerned.
Draco was about to answer affirmatively, but was cut off.
"Because, if you aren't feeling well then I could summon Dr. Mosby. He'll be able to tell right away what is wrong with you and take care of whatever it is. He's very good at identifying and curing common ailments; colds, the flu, the measles, a hangover..." Lucius emphasized this word, "any stomach virus..."
Draco knew that there was nothing he could do. He had to pretend that there was nothing wrong with him because if Dr. Murphy examined him he would quickly discover the reason for his "illness". And judging by his father's behavior, Lucius seemed to have no idea what he had done the night before. Come to think of it, Draco was having trouble recalling what he had done himself. For a moment, Draco wondered just how he got back home. Who brought him home and how did they manage sneaking him back into the manor?
"Well?" Lucius said, interrupting Draco's thoughts. "Should I summon Dr. Mosby?"
"No." Draco quickly replied. "I'm just tired. I'll get up." He muttered grudgingly.
"Good." Lucius nodded.
Draco began pushing the blankets off him, but this proved to be quite difficult as they were twisted around him rather well. Lucius tried not to laugh as he observed his son fighting with the blankets.
"Having trouble?"
Draco just gave him a murderous glare. Finally he managed to loosen himself from the covers. He then reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He had to suppress a groan as he did so. If it was possible, the pulsating pain in his head became worse. He felt as if his head was about to fall off, and a part of him wished it actually would. He propped his elbows on his knees and then rested his face in his hands. "Why?" he asked himself, "Why, did I do this to myself?"
*FLACHBACK*
"Come on, Draco, one little drink isn't going to kill you." Marcus Flint said, two pints in his hands and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"No, thanks, Marcus, but I shouldn't."
"What? Afraid of what your father would say? Draco, it's only one drink. Besides you've already snuck out of the house against your father's wishes, might as well live it up."
"No, Marcus, I don't really care about drinking."
"Alright." Marcus replied, "Have it your way." He then turned to one side and handed one of the pints off to a very grateful girl. He then turned back to Draco, draped a lazy arm over his shoulders, and began to lead him to a corner where most of their group had migrated. "Draco, you need to loosen up a bit. You look as if the grim reaper was hot on your trail."
This was only the first pub that they had entered that night, as the group had decided to do a pub crawl before they started their house party, and Draco could tell that Marcus was already half-lit. Marcus drank a lot and it usually didn't take long before he had downed a few drinks and would begin his buzz.
"What's your grief tonight, Malfoy?"
"I just have a bad feeling. I keep expecting to turn around and see my father standing there."
"Ah, your dad has no idea that you're gone. And even if he did show up we'll all swear that we broke into your room and nabbed you against your will. Isn't that right?" He added, addressing the group. The whole group responded with an energetic "yes", even though they had no idea what Marcus had been going on about.
"See?" Marcus said as he turned back to Draco, who just gave a half smile. "You know what, I'm going to get you a drink and this time you're drinking it! I don't care if you say 'no', you're drinking because you need to untwist your knickers and have some fun."
Draco tried to protest, but to no avail.
"No, I don't want to hear it. Draco, this is your first night of teenage rebellion and you're going to do it right!"
Marcus turned around to go back to the bar to get another pint and almost knocked into Goyle who was carrying a full one. "Ah, thank you." Before Goyle could protest, Marcus had taken the pint out of his hands and handed it to Draco.
"Everyone!" Marcus said as he stood on a chair. "May I have your attention?"
Draco thanked God, and whoever else was up there, that there were only a handful of other people in the pub who were not a part of the group as he felt that he was about to be embarrassed.
The pub that they were in was located very near Knockturn alley which caused it to not have very good business, as people preferred to stay away from that area. People who frequented Knockturn Alley avoided the pub as well as it was situated too near Diagon Alley. As a result of the poor, regular business, the bartender never cared when under aged customers came in. He didn't care what age they were, just as long as they paid.
"Let us all raise our glasses as Draco loses his virginity.."
There came a few whistles and Draco looked as if he were about to murder Marcus.
"Not like that, you sick perverts! God!" Marcus said in a disgusted tone. "Tonight, Draco drinks!" Loud cheers. "To Draco!"
Everyone waited for Draco to take his drink before them. Draco was absolutely fuming. Marcus had just made an absolute fool of him in front of everyone. He was so angry that before he realized it, he took a large swig from his pint. Everyone cheered and followed suit.
Suddenly the shock of the bitter taste in his mouth registered in his mind and his face screwed up as he coughed.
Marcus was laughing as he stepped off the chair and back towards Draco.
"Marcus," Draco hissed, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Not until you finish the pint." Marcus laughed and winked as he walked off to join a group of young girls.
Draco looked down at the nasty brown liquid that he held in his hand. For several moments he just stared at it. He then looked up and saw the members of the group laughing, chatting, drinking, and generally having a good time amongst themselves. He then looked back down at his drink.
"Oh, what the hell." He muttered as he took another large gulp, forcing the revolting liquid down his throat. "Yuck! How do people actually enjoy this stuff?"
* END OF FLASHBACK*
Draco rubbed his head as the memory faded. At that moment he didn't want to think about the taste or smell of alcohol as it made his head pound harder and his stomach churn fatser.
"Are you getting up or are you just going to sit there all day?" Lucius asked.
"I'm getting up." Draco grumbled as he began to struggle to his feet.
"Good." Lucius felt satisfied that Draco would not instead lay back down and go to sleep. He turned and started to leave, but then turned back around with a quizzical look upon his face. "Oh, by the way, what is that smell in here?" he asked, knowing perfectly well what 'that smell' was.
Draco's stomach flipped and his heart beat a little faster as he knew that he reeked of alcohol and only hoped that his father would not correctly identify the smell. "Um.uh.I don't smell anything." He replied lamely as he tried to look as innocent as could be.
"Hm." Lucius muttered as he arched an eyebrow. "There's definitely a smell in here. I'll have the house elves give it a good airing out today." He then turned and proceeded to the doorway.
Just before he exited, Lucius looked back and saw Draco struggling to stand up from the bed. After a couple of tries he managed to get up and then, groaning, he began to stumble and sway his way towards the bathroom, eyes barely open and his hair sticking every which way. Lucius had to suppress a laugh when he saw Draco attempt to enter his bathroom. Instead of walking straight through the doorway, Draco smacked his left side against the doorframe, causing him to stumble back a couple of steps. However, he seemed completely unfazed as he attempted to walk through the door again, this time making it.
"That poor kid." Lucius thought as he shook his head and shut the bedroom
door.
Author's Note:
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and to those who have made suggestions. I thank you for your patience. I know that it's really annoying when one of your favorite stories doesn't get updated often enough, and I apologize for that, but stupid classes, paper writing and test studying seem to get in the way a lot. I'll try and be a lot more regular.
However, this means that my chapters are going to be shorter. For instance, Draco's drunken night and the day after are going to be broken up into several chapters. This way you will be able to read them sooner. Otherwise it would take me forever to get it up as there is a lot that I am going to write about it.
Question: Should I revamp the earlier chapters and make it to where Narcissa isn't exactly accepting her husband's change very well? So, when she leaves on a "supposed" emergency, it's really just so she can get out of the house and away from Lucius. And then when she comes back, and Draco finds out why she left, he'll complain that he has abandonment issues now and has to go through therapy. What do you guys think?
Thanks so much again to all of you who read my story and to those who have reviewed and made suggestions. Love you all.
Oh, and as a response to a question; no, this will not be a Draco/Harry story. Draco is straight as an arrow. I'm not sure if much later he's going to get a girl. His parents are definitely going to start pestering him about it though.
It was 11:00 when Lucius finally decided that it was time for his son to wake up. Lucius had come to the conclusion that he was not going to simply confront Draco about his misbehavior, but was instead was going to manipulate his son into actually confessing his disobedience. Lucius knew that Draco would never come right out and say what he had done the night before, and Lucius was not going to make it easy for him by simply confronting him. No, Lucius was going to make Draco suffer a bit and force him to admit his wrong-doing. If there was anything that Lucius really hated it was the thought of someone hiding something from him and he knew that Draco would do his best to hide last night's festivities. So, he was going to employ some strategies in order to coerce a confession from his son.
"Actually," Lucius thought as he walked through the halls in the direction of his son's room, an evil/mischievous grin stretching across his face, "I think 'torture' would be a better word to describe what I am going to do to that boy." After what he had been through last night, such as practically having no sleep and also having to deal with a drunk Draco who managed to puke all over his shirt, Lucius felt that he deserved to have a little fun messing with his son. Of course, this would only work as long as Draco didn't remember who it was who took care of him in those early morning hours. But with as drunk as Draco was, Lucius was sure that he would not be recalling much.
(A/N: Okay, this is just in case you guys are thinking that what I mean by 'torture' and 'having fun messing with Draco' is that Lucius is going to whip him or abuse him some other way, then let me just say now that you are wrong. Lucius has never and will never physically harm Draco. This is just so you're clear. Read on to see what I actually mean by 'torture'.)
Lucius quietly opened the door to Draco's bedroom and stepped in. He then walked over to the side of Draco's bed and peered down at the still, sleeping form. Draco was stretched out on his stomach, the bed covers twisted around him. Lucius grimaced as the very unpleasant smell of alcohol and vomit assaulted his nose with great force. Draco certainly smelled bad.
After a moment Lucius left the side of Draco's bed and made his way to the large window that rested directly across from the bed.
"Well, here we go." Lucius muttered quietly to himself. He then grabbed a hold of the curtains and vigorously pushed them open at the same time as he said in a slightly- louder- than- was- necessary voice, "Draco, it's late! It's long past time for you to get up."
Draco jerked awake at the sudden noise. It was very unfortunate for him that he had been sleeping with his head facing towards the window, because the moment that the curtains were open the bright rays of the sun came glaring on his face causing him to barely be able to open his eyes. He was very disoriented for several moments, having been jolted out of his sleep, and all he could do was squint up confusedly at the figure that stood in front of his window. Suddenly Draco felt a pounding begin in his head, he noticed that his mouth felt like cotton had been stuffed in it, his stomach was raw and nauseous feeling, he was dizzy, his eyes were unfocused, and to top it all off he felt really filmy and noticed that he smelled very unpleasant. This smell caused his stomach to churn even more and his head to pound even harder. All of these ailments hit Draco at once, causing him to groan and close his eyes. He turned his face away from the bright window and proceeded to bury his head under the pillows.
"Come now, Draco, you've slept long enough. You know you are not supposed to sleep in this late."
All Lucius could hear in response was a very muffled mumble. He then proceeded to go around Draco's bed and pull the pillows off his son's head. Draco whined in protest as he pulled the covers over his head.
"Draco!" Lucius said a little more forcefully, "Get up! Brunch is waiting for us downstairs."
"I'm not hungry." Came the groan from under the covers.
"Are you sure?" Lucius replied with a slightly evil grin beginning to spread across his face. "I had the house elves make those chocolate chip pancakes that you insist on eating."
There was a loud groan.
"There are also some thick rashers, sausages, extra greasy..."
Groaning...
"French Toast with plenty of powdered sugar and strawberry syrup..."
Draco was now sounding as if someone was killing him. He squirmed towards his pillows and re-buried his head deep beneath them.
Lucius could not make out the words that were then mumbled, more like whined, next. They sounded strangely like the language that toddlers use before they can actually talk properly.
"Draco, I can't hear you through the pillows."
Draco's head slowly re-appeared, his eyes barely opened into tiny slits. "I said I don't want anything to eat." His head, which felt like it weighed thirty pounds, then collapsed onto the pillow and he closed his eyes, hoping against hope that his father would just leave.
Lucius felt a twinge of pity for Draco. He certainly looked miserable. Lucius had a potion that would relieve his son's hangover instantly, however, he was not going to allow Draco any comfort until he confessed to the previous night.
"What's wrong, Draco? Are you not feeling well?" Lucius asked, trying his best to make his voice sound concerned.
Draco was about to answer affirmatively, but was cut off.
"Because, if you aren't feeling well then I could summon Dr. Mosby. He'll be able to tell right away what is wrong with you and take care of whatever it is. He's very good at identifying and curing common ailments; colds, the flu, the measles, a hangover..." Lucius emphasized this word, "any stomach virus..."
Draco knew that there was nothing he could do. He had to pretend that there was nothing wrong with him because if Dr. Murphy examined him he would quickly discover the reason for his "illness". And judging by his father's behavior, Lucius seemed to have no idea what he had done the night before. Come to think of it, Draco was having trouble recalling what he had done himself. For a moment, Draco wondered just how he got back home. Who brought him home and how did they manage sneaking him back into the manor?
"Well?" Lucius said, interrupting Draco's thoughts. "Should I summon Dr. Mosby?"
"No." Draco quickly replied. "I'm just tired. I'll get up." He muttered grudgingly.
"Good." Lucius nodded.
Draco began pushing the blankets off him, but this proved to be quite difficult as they were twisted around him rather well. Lucius tried not to laugh as he observed his son fighting with the blankets.
"Having trouble?"
Draco just gave him a murderous glare. Finally he managed to loosen himself from the covers. He then reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He had to suppress a groan as he did so. If it was possible, the pulsating pain in his head became worse. He felt as if his head was about to fall off, and a part of him wished it actually would. He propped his elbows on his knees and then rested his face in his hands. "Why?" he asked himself, "Why, did I do this to myself?"
*FLACHBACK*
"Come on, Draco, one little drink isn't going to kill you." Marcus Flint said, two pints in his hands and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"No, thanks, Marcus, but I shouldn't."
"What? Afraid of what your father would say? Draco, it's only one drink. Besides you've already snuck out of the house against your father's wishes, might as well live it up."
"No, Marcus, I don't really care about drinking."
"Alright." Marcus replied, "Have it your way." He then turned to one side and handed one of the pints off to a very grateful girl. He then turned back to Draco, draped a lazy arm over his shoulders, and began to lead him to a corner where most of their group had migrated. "Draco, you need to loosen up a bit. You look as if the grim reaper was hot on your trail."
This was only the first pub that they had entered that night, as the group had decided to do a pub crawl before they started their house party, and Draco could tell that Marcus was already half-lit. Marcus drank a lot and it usually didn't take long before he had downed a few drinks and would begin his buzz.
"What's your grief tonight, Malfoy?"
"I just have a bad feeling. I keep expecting to turn around and see my father standing there."
"Ah, your dad has no idea that you're gone. And even if he did show up we'll all swear that we broke into your room and nabbed you against your will. Isn't that right?" He added, addressing the group. The whole group responded with an energetic "yes", even though they had no idea what Marcus had been going on about.
"See?" Marcus said as he turned back to Draco, who just gave a half smile. "You know what, I'm going to get you a drink and this time you're drinking it! I don't care if you say 'no', you're drinking because you need to untwist your knickers and have some fun."
Draco tried to protest, but to no avail.
"No, I don't want to hear it. Draco, this is your first night of teenage rebellion and you're going to do it right!"
Marcus turned around to go back to the bar to get another pint and almost knocked into Goyle who was carrying a full one. "Ah, thank you." Before Goyle could protest, Marcus had taken the pint out of his hands and handed it to Draco.
"Everyone!" Marcus said as he stood on a chair. "May I have your attention?"
Draco thanked God, and whoever else was up there, that there were only a handful of other people in the pub who were not a part of the group as he felt that he was about to be embarrassed.
The pub that they were in was located very near Knockturn alley which caused it to not have very good business, as people preferred to stay away from that area. People who frequented Knockturn Alley avoided the pub as well as it was situated too near Diagon Alley. As a result of the poor, regular business, the bartender never cared when under aged customers came in. He didn't care what age they were, just as long as they paid.
"Let us all raise our glasses as Draco loses his virginity.."
There came a few whistles and Draco looked as if he were about to murder Marcus.
"Not like that, you sick perverts! God!" Marcus said in a disgusted tone. "Tonight, Draco drinks!" Loud cheers. "To Draco!"
Everyone waited for Draco to take his drink before them. Draco was absolutely fuming. Marcus had just made an absolute fool of him in front of everyone. He was so angry that before he realized it, he took a large swig from his pint. Everyone cheered and followed suit.
Suddenly the shock of the bitter taste in his mouth registered in his mind and his face screwed up as he coughed.
Marcus was laughing as he stepped off the chair and back towards Draco.
"Marcus," Draco hissed, "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Not until you finish the pint." Marcus laughed and winked as he walked off to join a group of young girls.
Draco looked down at the nasty brown liquid that he held in his hand. For several moments he just stared at it. He then looked up and saw the members of the group laughing, chatting, drinking, and generally having a good time amongst themselves. He then looked back down at his drink.
"Oh, what the hell." He muttered as he took another large gulp, forcing the revolting liquid down his throat. "Yuck! How do people actually enjoy this stuff?"
* END OF FLASHBACK*
Draco rubbed his head as the memory faded. At that moment he didn't want to think about the taste or smell of alcohol as it made his head pound harder and his stomach churn fatser.
"Are you getting up or are you just going to sit there all day?" Lucius asked.
"I'm getting up." Draco grumbled as he began to struggle to his feet.
"Good." Lucius felt satisfied that Draco would not instead lay back down and go to sleep. He turned and started to leave, but then turned back around with a quizzical look upon his face. "Oh, by the way, what is that smell in here?" he asked, knowing perfectly well what 'that smell' was.
Draco's stomach flipped and his heart beat a little faster as he knew that he reeked of alcohol and only hoped that his father would not correctly identify the smell. "Um.uh.I don't smell anything." He replied lamely as he tried to look as innocent as could be.
"Hm." Lucius muttered as he arched an eyebrow. "There's definitely a smell in here. I'll have the house elves give it a good airing out today." He then turned and proceeded to the doorway.
Just before he exited, Lucius looked back and saw Draco struggling to stand up from the bed. After a couple of tries he managed to get up and then, groaning, he began to stumble and sway his way towards the bathroom, eyes barely open and his hair sticking every which way. Lucius had to suppress a laugh when he saw Draco attempt to enter his bathroom. Instead of walking straight through the doorway, Draco smacked his left side against the doorframe, causing him to stumble back a couple of steps. However, he seemed completely unfazed as he attempted to walk through the door again, this time making it.
"That poor kid." Lucius thought as he shook his head and shut the bedroom
door.
Author's Note:
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and to those who have made suggestions. I thank you for your patience. I know that it's really annoying when one of your favorite stories doesn't get updated often enough, and I apologize for that, but stupid classes, paper writing and test studying seem to get in the way a lot. I'll try and be a lot more regular.
However, this means that my chapters are going to be shorter. For instance, Draco's drunken night and the day after are going to be broken up into several chapters. This way you will be able to read them sooner. Otherwise it would take me forever to get it up as there is a lot that I am going to write about it.
Question: Should I revamp the earlier chapters and make it to where Narcissa isn't exactly accepting her husband's change very well? So, when she leaves on a "supposed" emergency, it's really just so she can get out of the house and away from Lucius. And then when she comes back, and Draco finds out why she left, he'll complain that he has abandonment issues now and has to go through therapy. What do you guys think?
Thanks so much again to all of you who read my story and to those who have reviewed and made suggestions. Love you all.
Oh, and as a response to a question; no, this will not be a Draco/Harry story. Draco is straight as an arrow. I'm not sure if much later he's going to get a girl. His parents are definitely going to start pestering him about it though.