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As he walked towards his father's study, Draco began to wonder why he was feeling so lost. He had always felt sort of out of place but never as much as he did right now. About his dream, he did not know what that was about. As much as he tried thinking about what it meant, the meaning was still unclear to him. That's too bad he thought. If I were a dream interpreter, I could probably figure it out. Dream interpreter? What kind of a lousy job is that? Then Draco smiled slightly and continued walking down the hall towards his father's study. When he got to Lucius's study he knocked slightly on the door. "Father?"
"Ah, Draco, you're late. How many times have I told you never to be late?"
Draco looked down at his feet avoiding his father's unnerving gaze and replied, "Many times sir."
"Then why do you continue to be late?"
"I fell asleep."
Lucius smirked at his son and said, "Asleep? You can come up with a better excuse than that." Then staring at his son coldly he said, "Do you know the reason why I have called you into my study?"
"No sir, I don't," replied Draco thinking to himself how much he hated calling his father sir.
"Well, to start off, you have, how should I say this? Ah, yes, you have disappointed your mother and me a lot ever since you came back this summer from your fifth year at Hogwarts. I don't know if the school is influencing you into using peculiar habits but I severely disapprove of them: coming late, not paying attention while a person is talking, and countless other things."
"I'm sorry," said Draco sighing inwardly. "I haven't been myself lately."
"And, what was going on today at the dinner?"
"Well, Pansy was talking to me, and I..."
You weren't listening," snarled Lucius. "I saw every single thing you did and it outrages me that you couldn't even show the least bit of respect o her by listening to her."
"But, she was talking about pink shoes! You don't really expect me to listen to a boring conversation about that do you? Besides, she talks way too much"
Lucius looked at him hard and said, "What I expect from you Draco is for you not to disappoint the family name. Do you know what I heard the other day when I went to the Ministry of Magic?"
"No," replied Draco sullenly.
"I heard that you were one of the worst mannered students at school. What is even worse was that just the other day, I overheard the paintings of our ancestors talk about the exact same thing."
"What do you expect me to do about it?"
Lucius Malfoy stood up from his chair and banged a fist on his desk and roared, "Do something at least! You are a disappointment to this family and you know it! The last time there was someone like you in the Malfoy family do you know what we did with her?"
"What?"
"She was sent away to live with muggles in another country."
Draco couldn't believe his ears when he heard this. He was thoroughly shocked at this bit of information when suddenly his mother came rushing through the doors and said, "Lucius, I'm sorry for interrupting, but there is something you must come and see."
"Is it really that important? You know what I wanted to talk to our son about."
Narcissa frowned then looked at Draco then looked back at her husband and said, "Yes, but this is more important."
"Alright then, come on boy," he said gruffly to Draco. Draco followed his father and his mother out of the study and walked with them towards the entrance hall which was decked with diamond chandeliers. Then the three of them walked into the parlor which was right next to the entrance hall Lucius at the front. As they walked into the room, some stranger was in it. As she turned around, Lucius gasped and Narcissa paled at her face. The woman said, "Nice to see you again, brother."
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