A/N: ok I don't mean to be mean but, I am trying to write this fan fiction, not only for me but for all of you too. And it is hard when I have people complaining about every mistake I make. I'm not going to mention any names but please if you want me to work on my spelling find me a beta and get off my back. I can admit it, I am not the smartest person in the world and English is not my first language.
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Title: Whispers
Chapter 5: Home Visit
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In a fury Malfoy avoided Potter. He couldn't really put his finger on one reason why he was angry at the other boy. It wasn't his fault Malfoy's father got in the way and saved his life. His father never even mentioned the Final Battle. Malfoy just felt a pain in his heart, like an ice sickle was hammered in his flesh, when he thought about his father pulling Potter out of the line of fire when he throw Draco, his only son, into that same danger. It wasn't fair that he would do something like that.
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Draco was his son, Potter had been his enemy. Why save the lesser of the two? Malfoy's father was never an affectionate one, but in his heart he knew his father cared about him. He wanted Draco to get the Dark Mark, but at the last minute, Potter had defeated the Dark Lord. Not that Draco wanted the Mark, but he would have done anything for his father. Anything to the point of killing for him. There was no bottom line to it, Malfoy was furious at his father.
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Spring break came around and Malfoy went home for the holiday. He have some business to work out with Lucius. It blow his mind to think his father could save Harry Potter when he was so willing to hand his own son to the Dark Lord.
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On entrance to his grand home, Malfoy looked up at the most recent of family portraits. It was so large, very life like. His mother sat in place, puffing out her chest like an award winning show dog. She had one delicate hand on her lap with the other in her husbands. Draco stood in back of her, just to the right, with his hand on her shoulder. And Lucius stood over Narcissa's left shoulder with one hand have gently holding hers. He rubbed small circles with his thump on the back of her hand. A small show of intimacy, but one never to be shown again. Draco looked up to the face of his father. There was nothing there. It was like looking into your own eyes and seeing nothing. But then the eyes of his father moved. They shifted just a little to the right. And for and instant he was looking at his son. But the time passed and they looked ahead again.
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Draco walked to the door of his father's study, and knocked lightly. When he entered Lucius was at his desk, writing a letter to whom ever. He didn't bother to look at his son, and Draco wondered if he had imagine his father looking at him in the painting.
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'Father,' he said very curtly. 'We need to talk.'
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'What is it, Draco?' For a moment it felt as if he were fourteen again, and he was back to that night. He couldn't speak, he couldn't breath. 'For Merlin's sake, Draco. I am a busy man, will you speak.'
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Draco swallowed hard and cleared his throat. But when he spoke it was just above a whisper. 'Why didn't you tell me?' he looked away, suddenly the Persian carpet looked very interesting.
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Lucius dropped his quill and made a heavy sigh. 'What are you talking about?' he was tired, and getting very irritated with his only son and heir.
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Draco's eyes turned up, fury tinting them with a hint of red. Lucius' expression didn't change but he was shocked none the less. 'I'm talking about you being a hero, father. About you running to the side of Harry Potter and saving that brat's life when you were so willing to hand me over to the Dark Lord' Draco did not speak, his spat the words. Everyone as disgusting as the other.
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Lucius was speechless for a moment, and didn't know how to react to his son's outburst. He looked down as if searching for the answer. 'There is no easy way to say this,' he ventured slowly, 'but our night together wasn't an accident.' Draco sucked in a breath, as if he had just stepped on a rusty nail with his bare feet. 'I had to get drunk in order to do it, but it was an command from the Dark Lord.' Lucius turned away from his son, who looked on the verge of tears. 'I did it to pledge my loyalty. The sick bastard made all his Death Eaters do it.' Lucius swallowed the large lump in his throat. 'I never forgave him for what he made me do to you, and I never forgave myself for doing it to you.' A lone tear escaped his beautiful grey eye, the same eye that had stolen a look at his son in the family portrait outside the door. 'I knew Potter had to defeat him, some when the Dark Lord thought he had Potter, I retaliated.' Lucius looked up to meet the eyes of his son, the son he had hurt so long ago. 'So I put the dagger right between his shoulder blades, and watched his eyes dilate in shock.' he said spat between clenched teeth.
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Draco dropped himself on the couch. All this time, it had been the Dark Lord who force his father. It had never been an accident. And his father secretly hated to the Dark Lord. It was as if his life was a lie. It was as if some one was telling him he wasn't a Malfoy but a Weasley, and that his face wasn't his but a glamour he had to wear. But what about the Dark Mark?
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'I never wanted you to get the Dark Mark, either. I just said that so he thought that what I wanted.' Lucius answered his unasked question. 'I didn't save Potter to save him. Or to be this hero, or save the world. I did it for you. It was all for you.'
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Draco put his head in his hands and wept. It was the first time he had ever cried freely in the presents of his father, but it was the one thing both father and son could think of doing at the time.
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A/N: ok I know this chapter is a little sad of whatever, and I'm sorry it took so long to write but I had a lot of crap to do. I'm sorry this chapter doesn't have any Potter in it but whatever. I hope you liked it. Please review. But if I get any reviews about my crappy spelling I am going to scream. Please keep it to your self. Thank you.