Title: The Dragon
Pendant
Chapter: Five
Author: DaemonGirl or aka
Phoenix
Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual
relations and violence, maybe language.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then
putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs
mentioned either.
"A constant wave of tension
on top of broken trust. The lessons that you taught me, I learned
were never true. Now I find myself in question. They point the finger
at me again, guilty by association." These are the words Draco
would love to say to his father. As much as he wanted he couldn't do
it.
It seemed every day for the first month of classes he received letters from his father reminding him about honoring the Malfoy name and not to let the mud bloods or squibs do better then him. By the end of the second week when Draco realized the letter that sat in front of him during breakfast he just ripped it to little pieces and set it on fire with one of the many candles on the table.
"He didn't want anything to do with me the last half of summer holiday, why should I want anything to do with him now?" thought Draco bitterly as he ripped up another letter from his father.
One day later that
week, Pansy Parkinson came up to him and asked him in her shrilly
voice, "Dracy, what's wrong? You haven't been acting yourself
since we got back."
"Nothing is wrong, Pansy. Now if
you would just leave me alone, everything would be great,"
remarked Draco. With this, he got up from the table and walked slowly
to his first class.
Pansy was put off by
this and in a tiff she asked Crabbe and Goyle what was wrong with
their fearless leader. They replied that they didn't know. By the end
of breakfast, Pansy was determined to find out what was wrong with
Draco. She even wrote a note to Lucius Malfoy asking him if he knew
what was wrong with him.
This angered Lucius Malfoy to
receive a letter from Pansy Parkinson.
"How dare he show a
weakness in front of the entire school?" he bellowed to his wife
as she sat cowering in the corner. "Didn't I tell you he would
turn out a pansy ass boy since you mothered him so much as a baby?"
He glared at her. "Now how could I have a son full of such
weaknesses be the next Dark Lord?" He raised a hand as if to hit
her.
"Lucius," she said meekly, "Please don't -"
SMACK! He hit her across the face. "Shut up, Narcissa! I didn't ask for your opinion. And when I want it I will ask," he growled.
She got up and ran out of the room as a red handprint started to show on her pale skin. She was afraid of what else he would do to her.
"That's right, run like the little whore you are," Lucius said to her retreating form. "I suppose that is where Draco learned it from."
Then he apperated to
where the Dark Lord was hiding and told him of his insolent son.
The
Dark Lord was not happy to hear of Draco showing signs of weakness.
"Lucius," he whispered conserving his energy, "I was
there when that boy was born, I know he is meant to be the next Dark
Lord. Greater then I ever was. Just punish the weakness out of him.
If he does not respond to that, kill him."
"Yes, Master," Lucius responded with no remorse in his voice. He then apperated back to Malfoy Manor.
