Disclaimer: nope, don't own Harry, Hermione, Draco, or Ron. Just the plot.
A/N: thanks Dulcesoulkeeper for your assistance. I would like to apologize for the slow update process but it been a hectic week for me. I try to get chapter 7 up soon. As the story progresses it get more complicated to write because of all the details. Well anyhow. Keep reading and reviewing. Thank you reviewers.
Chapter 6: A Mother's love.
"You're late. Tardiness is one thing I don't tolerate." said a calm but malicious voice. It came from a large armchair placed directly in front of a blazing fire place. The person from whom the voice came from was not visible, at least not yet.
"My deepest apologies father," said another voice.
Lucius Malfoy turned around to face the younger Malfoy, who looked astoundingly like himself when he was younger. Lucius smirked while scrutinizing his son from head to toe.
"My, my, Draco, you look just like me as a young man." Lucius said to his son
"Unfortunately," replied Draco, who now looked disgusted.
"Hold your tongue boy! Those witty remarks will get you in severe trouble," warned Lucius.
"Really, is that so?" Draco said raising his eye brows trying to look terrified, but Lucius wasn't buying it.
Upon Lucius seeing his son's facial expression, he bellowed "Don't mock me boy!"
Draco just continued to smirk at his "father".
"So father, you summoned me here. Now let's talk business," He was deadly serious.
Draco knew what this meeting was about. Right after his little fiasco with Granger the family owl turned up with a letter demanding that Draco floo to the Malfoy Manor immediately. Now here he was having a verbal fight with the power hungry, "almighty" Lucius Malfoy.
"You do realize that you have come of age to join the Dark Lords circle," Lucius started.
"Yes Father, I realize that."
"And...."
"And I never will."
Draco's last response echoed throughout the silent room. They have been through this over and over again. Sometimes Draco wondered why Lucius even bothered. Each time the argument got physical and ended up in Draco getting hurt badly and Lucius coming out with a few bruises, but that was when Draco was much younger. Tonight would be different, much different.
Lucius was furious, but tried his hardest to keep his cool demeanor. Draco locked gazes with his father. It was almost like he was silently challenging him to do something. Lucius had the uncanny ability to read Draco like an open book. He knew what his stubborn son was thinking and if it must be so, then let it be. Lucius broke the silence.
"You will join us whether it's against your will or not."
Never unlocking his icy gaze, Draco simply replied "No."
Lucius' anger became more evident. He dipped his hand into his pocket and snaked his long bony fingers around his wand. Draco who was aware of this did the same.
"This is your last chance. Join us or die!" said Lucius He let the last phrase linger in the air hoping that it would penetrate Draco's hard head.
"I'd rather die," snarled Draco. He didn't have to rethink his response. He swore to never give himself to Lord Voldemort, but conquer him when the time was right.
Next Lucius whipped out his wand pointing it towards his son's chest. Draco, who had the reflexes of a feline, did the same and positioned his wand in between Lucius' eyes.
"Go ahead my brave son. Do what you must," said Lucius smirking.
He was glad to see that his son finally grew some balls. Draco was rapidly developing into a man, who didn't tolerate shit anymore. However it angered Lucius to see that Draco would try to defy him in such a way.
"Go ahead Draco. Do it. If you have the guts?" spat Lucius teasingly. Provoking Draco was always a treat for Lucius.
Draco felt anger coursing through his veins like hot water. Although he wanted to blast that mother fucker into oblivion he refused to let his anger get the best of him. When Draco collected himself he replied to his father's remark.
"Are you questioning my bravery, Father? Because if you are, I'll gladly show you what an audacious son you've have." Draco spat back.
Glaring at Draco, Lucius opened his mouth to hurl a curse at his annoyingly brave son, but he paused when he saw that Draco had done the same.
Seconds after, a pair of feet came tip tapping outside the door. Next a young, attractive woman burst into the room. It was Narcissa Malfoy. Her long silver blond hair billowed behind her as did her robes when she entered the room.
In Draco's opinion, Narcissa was the most beautiful witch of her time. She was a kind, good hearted woman who didn't deserve to be with such a conniving, ungrateful, cold hearted snake like Lucius. Narcissa was a good woman.
If only Lucius could find himself, trust the voice within, and let the cold barrier around his heart to melt, then maybe he could love both his son and wife. But that would never be. He desired too much to give it up and learn to love. Even if he tried, he would never win the heart of Draco. He had had enough of Lucius and the "Malfoy way of life". Lucius had brought too much pain to his son. The damage was done. There would be no turning back if Draco walks away from his past.
Malfoy life wasn't pleasant, but yet it had not taken its toll on Narcissa. This proved that she was a strong woman and Draco admired her for that. Lucuis may have physically broken every part of her, but she still survived.
"Lucius. There is....dear lord!" she screamed at the sight before her. Only lord knows what would have happened if she hadn't come, but one thing was for sure: there would be some unforgivable curses flying out Lucius' mouth.
"Draco. Lucius. Please..." she pleaded stepping in between them.
"Step aside you foolish woman" sneered Lucius
"And let you murder my son before my very eyes? I think not Lucius!" Narcissa replied raising her voice a tad bit.
Seeing that Lucius wasn't going to give in, Narcissa turned to face her son. She loved him more than life itself. If she had to stand there and have an Avada Kedarva thrown at her just to protect her son, then so be it.
"Don't do this, Draco. I beg of you," she whispered.
With this said Draco lowered his arm, still gripping his wand tightly, and, glaring at Lucius with pure hate. With satisfaction Narcissa turned to her stubborn husband.
"You have company, I suggest you go greet them," Narcissa stated eyeing Lucius carefully.
It seemed as though this guest was significant, for Lucius quickly left the room leaving Narcissa and Draco behind. When the door slammed shut and Lucius' hasty footsteps were no longer heard Narcissa turned to her son and smiled.
"Well Hello to you, too," she said cheerfully.
Draco walked to the large French windows. He looked up at the bright moonlight, wishing he could be any place but here. He had spent most of his childhood wishing for that. Living in the Malfoy Manor was quite a depressing experience.
The respectful Draco replied with his back still turned on his mother, "Good night Mum. I'm sorry you had to come and nearly witness a murder."
"It's alright dear, I'm quite glad I came in when I did. Draco I know your father is unbearable, but you must try. I fear for your life, Love. If you anger him he'll have no problem killing you. I can't bear to lose you Draco. I just can't." as Narcissa spoke her voice began to waver.
She walked over to the huge armchair and took a seat. Narcissa let a few tear drops fall from her eyes, but then wiped them away. She never let Draco see her cry.
Narcissa had spent many painful nights crying in the dark, after Lucius had just beaten her to a pulp for protecting Draco. Despite Lucius' warnings Narcissa did it over and over again. The love she had for her baby boy was one of a kind. It was a mother's love.
The room was silent. While Draco thought hard, Narcissa tried hard to swallow her tears. Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears started to fall from her eyes as freely as it sprouted out of a busted pipe, but she didn't make a sound. Narcissa buried her head in her hands and let her river of pain flow freely onto her indigo robes.
"Stop crying." Draco said. He still had his back turned to his mother but he could sense her agony.
Draco walked over to his mother and kneeled down in front of her. Narcissa lifted her head. Her face was wet with tears and some of her blonde silver locks stuck to her face.
"I just can't stop thinking that one day I'll wake up and find out that I've lost you for eternity," She said barely above a whisper.
Draco looked at the pained woman before him. She looked like a vulnerable school girl. This was not the Narcissa Draco was used to, but more like that Granger girl. This is why she never let him to see her cry. It affected him profoundly. At that moment Draco lost it.
"Why... Just tell me why Mother? I can't understand why you threw away your life for him. TELL ME!" Draco bellowed angrily at his mother.
"DRACO!" she screeched
"Was it love? Is that it?"
"Draco.... love can make you do crazy things"
"Love can't be that powerful."
Narcissa was silent. Draco took it upon him self to continue with the conversation.
"So you're telling me that love made you spend twenty one years in a horrid marriage. I'm not stupid, Mum. You lied to me as a child, telling me that everything was alright when really it wasn't. It didn't take me a long time to figure that out. I heard everything. I heard the whip splitting your skin at night, your screams, and your muffled cry's. I heard all of it!" Draco yelled furiously.
"It was all for you", Narcissa whispered. "You were my heaven sent. You're the reason why I never left. You needed a father figure in your life, Draco. I wanted the perfect life for you, but unfortunately it didn't turn out the way it should have. I was always unhappy with Lucius. He showed me what it was to cry. And believe me I've cried. There's no such thing as a perfect life."
After hearing this Draco lowered his eyes. Knowing that he was the one reason why his mother was broken and torn made Draco feel guilty. He couldn't stand to see his mother in pain as he had all the years of his miserable life.
Draco got up and walked to the large mahogany desk in the corner of the room. He picked up the glass goblet filled with red wine and threw it against the wall in frustration. Draco watched the red liquid slide down the wall. Strangely he began to think about Granger. "What an odd time to be thinking about that blasted mudblood," he thought
Narcissa cautiously walked over to her son. "Draco promise me that you will try," she said squeezing his hand tightly.
"Anything for you Mum."
"Good." she said chuckling a bit while wiping away the tears that slid down her rosy cheeks.
"Now go on back to school. It's been a long night."
Before leaving Draco bent down and kissed his mother on her tear stained cheek.
"I love you," Narcissa whispered.
"I love you, too," responded Draco. Then he flooed back to Hogwarts' head boy/girl chambers.
A/N: thanks Dulcesoulkeeper for your assistance. I would like to apologize for the slow update process but it been a hectic week for me. I try to get chapter 7 up soon. As the story progresses it get more complicated to write because of all the details. Well anyhow. Keep reading and reviewing. Thank you reviewers.
Chapter 6: A Mother's love.
"You're late. Tardiness is one thing I don't tolerate." said a calm but malicious voice. It came from a large armchair placed directly in front of a blazing fire place. The person from whom the voice came from was not visible, at least not yet.
"My deepest apologies father," said another voice.
Lucius Malfoy turned around to face the younger Malfoy, who looked astoundingly like himself when he was younger. Lucius smirked while scrutinizing his son from head to toe.
"My, my, Draco, you look just like me as a young man." Lucius said to his son
"Unfortunately," replied Draco, who now looked disgusted.
"Hold your tongue boy! Those witty remarks will get you in severe trouble," warned Lucius.
"Really, is that so?" Draco said raising his eye brows trying to look terrified, but Lucius wasn't buying it.
Upon Lucius seeing his son's facial expression, he bellowed "Don't mock me boy!"
Draco just continued to smirk at his "father".
"So father, you summoned me here. Now let's talk business," He was deadly serious.
Draco knew what this meeting was about. Right after his little fiasco with Granger the family owl turned up with a letter demanding that Draco floo to the Malfoy Manor immediately. Now here he was having a verbal fight with the power hungry, "almighty" Lucius Malfoy.
"You do realize that you have come of age to join the Dark Lords circle," Lucius started.
"Yes Father, I realize that."
"And...."
"And I never will."
Draco's last response echoed throughout the silent room. They have been through this over and over again. Sometimes Draco wondered why Lucius even bothered. Each time the argument got physical and ended up in Draco getting hurt badly and Lucius coming out with a few bruises, but that was when Draco was much younger. Tonight would be different, much different.
Lucius was furious, but tried his hardest to keep his cool demeanor. Draco locked gazes with his father. It was almost like he was silently challenging him to do something. Lucius had the uncanny ability to read Draco like an open book. He knew what his stubborn son was thinking and if it must be so, then let it be. Lucius broke the silence.
"You will join us whether it's against your will or not."
Never unlocking his icy gaze, Draco simply replied "No."
Lucius' anger became more evident. He dipped his hand into his pocket and snaked his long bony fingers around his wand. Draco who was aware of this did the same.
"This is your last chance. Join us or die!" said Lucius He let the last phrase linger in the air hoping that it would penetrate Draco's hard head.
"I'd rather die," snarled Draco. He didn't have to rethink his response. He swore to never give himself to Lord Voldemort, but conquer him when the time was right.
Next Lucius whipped out his wand pointing it towards his son's chest. Draco, who had the reflexes of a feline, did the same and positioned his wand in between Lucius' eyes.
"Go ahead my brave son. Do what you must," said Lucius smirking.
He was glad to see that his son finally grew some balls. Draco was rapidly developing into a man, who didn't tolerate shit anymore. However it angered Lucius to see that Draco would try to defy him in such a way.
"Go ahead Draco. Do it. If you have the guts?" spat Lucius teasingly. Provoking Draco was always a treat for Lucius.
Draco felt anger coursing through his veins like hot water. Although he wanted to blast that mother fucker into oblivion he refused to let his anger get the best of him. When Draco collected himself he replied to his father's remark.
"Are you questioning my bravery, Father? Because if you are, I'll gladly show you what an audacious son you've have." Draco spat back.
Glaring at Draco, Lucius opened his mouth to hurl a curse at his annoyingly brave son, but he paused when he saw that Draco had done the same.
Seconds after, a pair of feet came tip tapping outside the door. Next a young, attractive woman burst into the room. It was Narcissa Malfoy. Her long silver blond hair billowed behind her as did her robes when she entered the room.
In Draco's opinion, Narcissa was the most beautiful witch of her time. She was a kind, good hearted woman who didn't deserve to be with such a conniving, ungrateful, cold hearted snake like Lucius. Narcissa was a good woman.
If only Lucius could find himself, trust the voice within, and let the cold barrier around his heart to melt, then maybe he could love both his son and wife. But that would never be. He desired too much to give it up and learn to love. Even if he tried, he would never win the heart of Draco. He had had enough of Lucius and the "Malfoy way of life". Lucius had brought too much pain to his son. The damage was done. There would be no turning back if Draco walks away from his past.
Malfoy life wasn't pleasant, but yet it had not taken its toll on Narcissa. This proved that she was a strong woman and Draco admired her for that. Lucuis may have physically broken every part of her, but she still survived.
"Lucius. There is....dear lord!" she screamed at the sight before her. Only lord knows what would have happened if she hadn't come, but one thing was for sure: there would be some unforgivable curses flying out Lucius' mouth.
"Draco. Lucius. Please..." she pleaded stepping in between them.
"Step aside you foolish woman" sneered Lucius
"And let you murder my son before my very eyes? I think not Lucius!" Narcissa replied raising her voice a tad bit.
Seeing that Lucius wasn't going to give in, Narcissa turned to face her son. She loved him more than life itself. If she had to stand there and have an Avada Kedarva thrown at her just to protect her son, then so be it.
"Don't do this, Draco. I beg of you," she whispered.
With this said Draco lowered his arm, still gripping his wand tightly, and, glaring at Lucius with pure hate. With satisfaction Narcissa turned to her stubborn husband.
"You have company, I suggest you go greet them," Narcissa stated eyeing Lucius carefully.
It seemed as though this guest was significant, for Lucius quickly left the room leaving Narcissa and Draco behind. When the door slammed shut and Lucius' hasty footsteps were no longer heard Narcissa turned to her son and smiled.
"Well Hello to you, too," she said cheerfully.
Draco walked to the large French windows. He looked up at the bright moonlight, wishing he could be any place but here. He had spent most of his childhood wishing for that. Living in the Malfoy Manor was quite a depressing experience.
The respectful Draco replied with his back still turned on his mother, "Good night Mum. I'm sorry you had to come and nearly witness a murder."
"It's alright dear, I'm quite glad I came in when I did. Draco I know your father is unbearable, but you must try. I fear for your life, Love. If you anger him he'll have no problem killing you. I can't bear to lose you Draco. I just can't." as Narcissa spoke her voice began to waver.
She walked over to the huge armchair and took a seat. Narcissa let a few tear drops fall from her eyes, but then wiped them away. She never let Draco see her cry.
Narcissa had spent many painful nights crying in the dark, after Lucius had just beaten her to a pulp for protecting Draco. Despite Lucius' warnings Narcissa did it over and over again. The love she had for her baby boy was one of a kind. It was a mother's love.
The room was silent. While Draco thought hard, Narcissa tried hard to swallow her tears. Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears started to fall from her eyes as freely as it sprouted out of a busted pipe, but she didn't make a sound. Narcissa buried her head in her hands and let her river of pain flow freely onto her indigo robes.
"Stop crying." Draco said. He still had his back turned to his mother but he could sense her agony.
Draco walked over to his mother and kneeled down in front of her. Narcissa lifted her head. Her face was wet with tears and some of her blonde silver locks stuck to her face.
"I just can't stop thinking that one day I'll wake up and find out that I've lost you for eternity," She said barely above a whisper.
Draco looked at the pained woman before him. She looked like a vulnerable school girl. This was not the Narcissa Draco was used to, but more like that Granger girl. This is why she never let him to see her cry. It affected him profoundly. At that moment Draco lost it.
"Why... Just tell me why Mother? I can't understand why you threw away your life for him. TELL ME!" Draco bellowed angrily at his mother.
"DRACO!" she screeched
"Was it love? Is that it?"
"Draco.... love can make you do crazy things"
"Love can't be that powerful."
Narcissa was silent. Draco took it upon him self to continue with the conversation.
"So you're telling me that love made you spend twenty one years in a horrid marriage. I'm not stupid, Mum. You lied to me as a child, telling me that everything was alright when really it wasn't. It didn't take me a long time to figure that out. I heard everything. I heard the whip splitting your skin at night, your screams, and your muffled cry's. I heard all of it!" Draco yelled furiously.
"It was all for you", Narcissa whispered. "You were my heaven sent. You're the reason why I never left. You needed a father figure in your life, Draco. I wanted the perfect life for you, but unfortunately it didn't turn out the way it should have. I was always unhappy with Lucius. He showed me what it was to cry. And believe me I've cried. There's no such thing as a perfect life."
After hearing this Draco lowered his eyes. Knowing that he was the one reason why his mother was broken and torn made Draco feel guilty. He couldn't stand to see his mother in pain as he had all the years of his miserable life.
Draco got up and walked to the large mahogany desk in the corner of the room. He picked up the glass goblet filled with red wine and threw it against the wall in frustration. Draco watched the red liquid slide down the wall. Strangely he began to think about Granger. "What an odd time to be thinking about that blasted mudblood," he thought
Narcissa cautiously walked over to her son. "Draco promise me that you will try," she said squeezing his hand tightly.
"Anything for you Mum."
"Good." she said chuckling a bit while wiping away the tears that slid down her rosy cheeks.
"Now go on back to school. It's been a long night."
Before leaving Draco bent down and kissed his mother on her tear stained cheek.
"I love you," Narcissa whispered.
"I love you, too," responded Draco. Then he flooed back to Hogwarts' head boy/girl chambers.
