A/N Yay Reviews Thank you! In response to your reviews
Chrissy430-- I'm glad you agree with me and that you like this fic. Lucius does seem mean and evil, but I want to give it a new perspective
Echidna Drake-- I know theres usually an unloving parent involved with Draco fics, but there aren't that many with Narcissa being a bitch and Lucius being nice...plus I just had to make it extra angsty ya know It's part of my plan....bwahaha
Well anyway on with this fic...again please review
Draco slept for a few hours, not really dreaming about anything in particular. He awoke with a start with the slamming of the door which and the sound of glass breaking. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, knowing that the sounds could only mean his mother had return, and judging from the sounds of objects falling, she most definitely drunk. Draco got up swiftly and locked the door, praying she wouldn't think of using her wand if she tried to get in. He sat on his bed, reaching for his wand, readying himself in case his mother tried anything. He looked over at the clock. The time read 2:00 am. Yes it was going to be a long wait for daybreak.
He sighed and leaned back, trying to fill his head with good thoughts. Images of his father appeared immediately. His father was misunderstood by all but Draco and maybe Snape. He seemed like a cold, cruel man, but wasn't really. It was just that no one took the time to get to know him. In a way, he and Draco were a lot the same. Both had to wear a facade...a cold cruel mask of hatred to save themselves. But him and his father really weren't cold and cruel...didn't hate muggles and just wanted to be able to be safe.
Draco reached over to a table beside his bed to a letter his father had sent him right before he got sent to Azkaban. It had been the last means of contact he had with his father. Draco turned on his light so he could read the letter, even if he had already memorized it.
'My dear Dragon, I am so sorry but I cannot protect you for a while my dragon. I am being taken to Azkaban and may be there for a while....even without the dementors, security will be tight. I promise you though I will be fine, so do not worry. You cannot tell anyone about what I truly stand for...no matter what. I love you and will miss you, but will see you again. Please be wary of your mother, as she is an insane bitch(as you already know) Do not do anything to anger her, for it would break my heart if anything should happen to you. I pray for your safety and hope you shall pray for mine. See you soon my precious son.
Your Father.'
He sighed and put down the letter, feeling the tears that had been held in for an eternity run down his cheeks. It wasn't fair....why couldn't things be simple. He would give anything for him and his father to just be able to leave and not look back. Go somewhere peaceful that had never even heard of a dark lord or the Malfoy name. But he knew it wouldn't happen...and knew he shouldn't wish for things that weren't possible because that made you weak. He stiffened as he heard footsteps lumbering up the stairs. He held his wand with a deathgrip, closing his eyes as he felt the footsteps get closer and closer, and then suddenly stopping.
"Draco ya li'l brat! Open up! S'yer mother...you should obey yer mother...." She said in a slurred voice, trying clumsily to open the door. Draco glanced at the door, wand still in his hand. His mother got drunk often, especially since Lucius had left and no one was there to hold her back. He remembered the first night back from Hogwarts Narcissa had gotten drunk and Draco had been unprepared for it.
---Flashback---
Draco had been laying in his bed, exhausted from his trip and from his mother's lecturing on what to do and what not to do. He yawned and was about to go to bed when he heard his mother walk loudly upstairs, screaming about something. It was only when she got close to Draco's door that he realized that she was screaming about him. The door had flew open and punches were flying at him. She got in a few good punches before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small knife.
"Lucius can't love you if you're not alive." She said almost insanely before driving at him with the knife. He dove out of the way, missing the blade by inches and falling to the ground, against a wall. Narcissa smiled at this, knowing she had him trapped, and then reached for Draco's wand that was sitting on the night stand.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" She screamed and the spell hit him, rendering him motionless. She grinned at the sight.
"Say g'night baby Dragon." She whispered in a deadly tone before raising the knife up. What happened then was either pure luck or a miracle because right when Narcissa was about to plunge the knife deep into Draco's heart, the cons of overdose of alcohol finally took effect and Narcissa fell to the ground unconscious, the knife slipping from her hand and sliding across the ground. Draco was able to move a few minutes later as the spell was extremely weak because of his mother's lack of concentration. He moved his mother back into her room and she showed no signs of remembering the night before. But every night after that, Draco locked his door and slept with his wand by his side, ready for use.
-end flashback--
"C'mon I know ya in there Dray...Come out an' fight like a man ya coward. Come on!!!" she practically screamed. Narcissa tried opening the door a few more times before finally giving up and staggering away, leaving a relieved but still extremely tense Draco. He stayed up the rest of the night, holding his wand, thoughts flowing freely through his head.
'I wonder how and what fathers doing.' Was the one thought that kept coming to him, and he wished almost feverently that he could see or even contact his father. The need for his father's comfort was growing everyday. He knew by now that the love he felt for his father couldn't be normal for a son, but didn't know exactly what it was. All he knew was that his father was the only one that cared for him and he cared for his father more than anyone in the world. But...it wasn't only that. He didn't just love his father. He was...almost...in love with his father. He never dared confront his father with his strange feelings, afraid his father would stop caring for him as he did. And that was the one thing that would truly break Draco.
Not his mother's hate, the malicious looks he got at school, or the fact that the only reason any of his peers liked him was for his money and connection to the dark lord. No the only thing that could break him was if his father began to use his cold act on him. If the kindness, compassion and love he gave to Draco suddenly turned to ice.
Draco had first became aware of these feelings he felt for his father a few years back when he was 14. It was Summer and Draco had gotten horribly sick a few days after he got home from Hogwarts because of the hexes Potter and his friends had hit him with on the train. His father sat next to him on his bed, holding a cool cloth on his forehead and giving him the medicine Snape made for him every time he started coughing or hallucinating.
Lucius stayed with his son for the few days it took him to get better, never leaving his side. When Draco's fever finally went down and he was able to see and hear everything clearly, his father took his hand.
"I'm so sorry my dragon." he had said.
"Whatever for Father?" Draco had asked back, confused. Lucius sighed deeply.
"If I hadn't have been stupid enough to join the dark lord...you wouldn't have to act like a haughty bastard in school...you would have plenty of friends and live a nice life instead of a life in fear." He said, a great sadness rising through him. Draco merely smiled.
"But father...all I need is you..." He told him weakly, but reassuringly, squeezing his father's hand slightly. Lucius had smiled at his son.
"You're the only reason I don't give up my dragon...just hold on a bit longer....the dark lord won't be around for long this time...I'm sure of it. He is very weak and this time, even if the ministry is stupid, the wizarding world is more prepared to defend against the rising darkness." He had told Draco. Draco smiled and hugged his father, who gladly hugged him back. But what Draco felt from the hug wasn't something a son should feel. The hug felt light and warm and sent sparks through his body, making him tingle. At the time he thought it was just the sickness, but figured out later on that night, with the help of a wet dream, that it was something more.
Draco at first had dismissed this all as teenage hormones. That it would go away with time as he got older. It was sensible. Lucius was the one who cared for Draco and Draco, having no one else that he cared about, of course could only have dreams of Lucius. But it didn't stop...if anything it happened more frequently. Every time he touched his father, the warmth and sparks spread through him, making him feel happy yet ashamed.. Draco didn't know what any of it meant, but really did want to find out. Draco sighed and laid down, feeling quite tired after all the thinking. He knew his mother was probably unconscious by now and that he was free to go to sleep. He set the wand down and closed his eyes and soon the dreams of him and Lucius filled his head, making him moan slightly. Whatever he felt for his father was unknown. All that was known to him was that it made him feel warm, fuzzy and happy.
A/N Whew...my hands hurt now...Well anyway hope you like it I was thinking of perhaps having a Lucius POV in the next chapter....just to check up on how he's doing...Well anyway please review...more reviews I get, the more initiative I'll have for writing the next chapter
Chrissy430-- I'm glad you agree with me and that you like this fic. Lucius does seem mean and evil, but I want to give it a new perspective
Echidna Drake-- I know theres usually an unloving parent involved with Draco fics, but there aren't that many with Narcissa being a bitch and Lucius being nice...plus I just had to make it extra angsty ya know It's part of my plan....bwahaha
Well anyway on with this fic...again please review
Draco slept for a few hours, not really dreaming about anything in particular. He awoke with a start with the slamming of the door which and the sound of glass breaking. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, knowing that the sounds could only mean his mother had return, and judging from the sounds of objects falling, she most definitely drunk. Draco got up swiftly and locked the door, praying she wouldn't think of using her wand if she tried to get in. He sat on his bed, reaching for his wand, readying himself in case his mother tried anything. He looked over at the clock. The time read 2:00 am. Yes it was going to be a long wait for daybreak.
He sighed and leaned back, trying to fill his head with good thoughts. Images of his father appeared immediately. His father was misunderstood by all but Draco and maybe Snape. He seemed like a cold, cruel man, but wasn't really. It was just that no one took the time to get to know him. In a way, he and Draco were a lot the same. Both had to wear a facade...a cold cruel mask of hatred to save themselves. But him and his father really weren't cold and cruel...didn't hate muggles and just wanted to be able to be safe.
Draco reached over to a table beside his bed to a letter his father had sent him right before he got sent to Azkaban. It had been the last means of contact he had with his father. Draco turned on his light so he could read the letter, even if he had already memorized it.
'My dear Dragon, I am so sorry but I cannot protect you for a while my dragon. I am being taken to Azkaban and may be there for a while....even without the dementors, security will be tight. I promise you though I will be fine, so do not worry. You cannot tell anyone about what I truly stand for...no matter what. I love you and will miss you, but will see you again. Please be wary of your mother, as she is an insane bitch(as you already know) Do not do anything to anger her, for it would break my heart if anything should happen to you. I pray for your safety and hope you shall pray for mine. See you soon my precious son.
Your Father.'
He sighed and put down the letter, feeling the tears that had been held in for an eternity run down his cheeks. It wasn't fair....why couldn't things be simple. He would give anything for him and his father to just be able to leave and not look back. Go somewhere peaceful that had never even heard of a dark lord or the Malfoy name. But he knew it wouldn't happen...and knew he shouldn't wish for things that weren't possible because that made you weak. He stiffened as he heard footsteps lumbering up the stairs. He held his wand with a deathgrip, closing his eyes as he felt the footsteps get closer and closer, and then suddenly stopping.
"Draco ya li'l brat! Open up! S'yer mother...you should obey yer mother...." She said in a slurred voice, trying clumsily to open the door. Draco glanced at the door, wand still in his hand. His mother got drunk often, especially since Lucius had left and no one was there to hold her back. He remembered the first night back from Hogwarts Narcissa had gotten drunk and Draco had been unprepared for it.
---Flashback---
Draco had been laying in his bed, exhausted from his trip and from his mother's lecturing on what to do and what not to do. He yawned and was about to go to bed when he heard his mother walk loudly upstairs, screaming about something. It was only when she got close to Draco's door that he realized that she was screaming about him. The door had flew open and punches were flying at him. She got in a few good punches before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small knife.
"Lucius can't love you if you're not alive." She said almost insanely before driving at him with the knife. He dove out of the way, missing the blade by inches and falling to the ground, against a wall. Narcissa smiled at this, knowing she had him trapped, and then reached for Draco's wand that was sitting on the night stand.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALIS!" She screamed and the spell hit him, rendering him motionless. She grinned at the sight.
"Say g'night baby Dragon." She whispered in a deadly tone before raising the knife up. What happened then was either pure luck or a miracle because right when Narcissa was about to plunge the knife deep into Draco's heart, the cons of overdose of alcohol finally took effect and Narcissa fell to the ground unconscious, the knife slipping from her hand and sliding across the ground. Draco was able to move a few minutes later as the spell was extremely weak because of his mother's lack of concentration. He moved his mother back into her room and she showed no signs of remembering the night before. But every night after that, Draco locked his door and slept with his wand by his side, ready for use.
-end flashback--
"C'mon I know ya in there Dray...Come out an' fight like a man ya coward. Come on!!!" she practically screamed. Narcissa tried opening the door a few more times before finally giving up and staggering away, leaving a relieved but still extremely tense Draco. He stayed up the rest of the night, holding his wand, thoughts flowing freely through his head.
'I wonder how and what fathers doing.' Was the one thought that kept coming to him, and he wished almost feverently that he could see or even contact his father. The need for his father's comfort was growing everyday. He knew by now that the love he felt for his father couldn't be normal for a son, but didn't know exactly what it was. All he knew was that his father was the only one that cared for him and he cared for his father more than anyone in the world. But...it wasn't only that. He didn't just love his father. He was...almost...in love with his father. He never dared confront his father with his strange feelings, afraid his father would stop caring for him as he did. And that was the one thing that would truly break Draco.
Not his mother's hate, the malicious looks he got at school, or the fact that the only reason any of his peers liked him was for his money and connection to the dark lord. No the only thing that could break him was if his father began to use his cold act on him. If the kindness, compassion and love he gave to Draco suddenly turned to ice.
Draco had first became aware of these feelings he felt for his father a few years back when he was 14. It was Summer and Draco had gotten horribly sick a few days after he got home from Hogwarts because of the hexes Potter and his friends had hit him with on the train. His father sat next to him on his bed, holding a cool cloth on his forehead and giving him the medicine Snape made for him every time he started coughing or hallucinating.
Lucius stayed with his son for the few days it took him to get better, never leaving his side. When Draco's fever finally went down and he was able to see and hear everything clearly, his father took his hand.
"I'm so sorry my dragon." he had said.
"Whatever for Father?" Draco had asked back, confused. Lucius sighed deeply.
"If I hadn't have been stupid enough to join the dark lord...you wouldn't have to act like a haughty bastard in school...you would have plenty of friends and live a nice life instead of a life in fear." He said, a great sadness rising through him. Draco merely smiled.
"But father...all I need is you..." He told him weakly, but reassuringly, squeezing his father's hand slightly. Lucius had smiled at his son.
"You're the only reason I don't give up my dragon...just hold on a bit longer....the dark lord won't be around for long this time...I'm sure of it. He is very weak and this time, even if the ministry is stupid, the wizarding world is more prepared to defend against the rising darkness." He had told Draco. Draco smiled and hugged his father, who gladly hugged him back. But what Draco felt from the hug wasn't something a son should feel. The hug felt light and warm and sent sparks through his body, making him tingle. At the time he thought it was just the sickness, but figured out later on that night, with the help of a wet dream, that it was something more.
Draco at first had dismissed this all as teenage hormones. That it would go away with time as he got older. It was sensible. Lucius was the one who cared for Draco and Draco, having no one else that he cared about, of course could only have dreams of Lucius. But it didn't stop...if anything it happened more frequently. Every time he touched his father, the warmth and sparks spread through him, making him feel happy yet ashamed.. Draco didn't know what any of it meant, but really did want to find out. Draco sighed and laid down, feeling quite tired after all the thinking. He knew his mother was probably unconscious by now and that he was free to go to sleep. He set the wand down and closed his eyes and soon the dreams of him and Lucius filled his head, making him moan slightly. Whatever he felt for his father was unknown. All that was known to him was that it made him feel warm, fuzzy and happy.
A/N Whew...my hands hurt now...Well anyway hope you like it I was thinking of perhaps having a Lucius POV in the next chapter....just to check up on how he's doing...Well anyway please review...more reviews I get, the more initiative I'll have for writing the next chapter