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.