Key to your soulmate
Hi everyone! Sorry for the horrible French, I'm not really educated in it. Anyway, I will try to update every Saturday or Sunday.
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Chapter2: Who?
Hermione Granger.
The Mudblood.
That was, according to the mirror, his soulmate?
No way, no bloody way.
"So, Draco Darling! Any chance you know this girl? My, I must say she is quite pretty!" Narcissa Malfoy chimed into his thoughts.
Draco considered telling his mother that the mirror was some sort of fake and would just show you any girl that you saw before but after thinking through, he thought that would probably break his mother's hope.
"Yes, Mother. I actually do know this girl, she's a Gryffindor and the a muggle born." Draco said carefully emphasizing the point that he was sure would change his mother mind about the mirror.
The colour drained from Naarcissa's face. "A Mudblood? Oh no, that can't be right."
"I'd happily look into the mirror again if that's the confirmation that you want." Draco said sarcastically.
Unfortunately, his mother did not seem to catch the sarcasm in his voice.
"Yes dear, please do just that." His mother shoved the mirror under his face again.
Draco sighed and looked again that same thing happened, the legs, torso finally the head.
To his mother's horror it was still that same person.
"I think…."Draco's mother's voice trailed off. "I think that this mirror is a hoax…Yes it must that. No Mudblood could ever marry a Malfoy…"
Draco smile, happy that is plan had succeeded.
A few days later….
"Draco! Darling! Look whose home!" Narcissa called from a fre paces outside his room.
There was panic mixed with her faked cheerfulness. Other people might not have noticed it but Draco noticed it immediately and knew who was outside the door.
He combed his hair back to look neat just like his faster wanted him to, and walked out of the door.
Lucius Malfoy looked down at his son, "Draco, I see that you've been keeping your mother happy. Good Boy."
Draco felt red hot anger boil up inside him, how dare him treat me like a dog! Draco thought angrily.
"Yes father, I am glad that you are happy." Draco choked these words out of his mouth.
Only to receive a blow across his face, "Remember what I told you! Never call me father!"
Draco winced from the pain in his cheek, "Yes, Sir."
"Good! Now, go get the house elves and tell them to cook the finest meal that they have ever cooked, I haven't had a decent meal since coming back from Askaban."
Keeping in the urge to shout at his father, he bowed and walked away.
"Palmy! Come here!"
The house elf appeared and saw the bruise on Draco's face and knew at once that the Master was home again.
"Would Master Draco like me to heal him, sir?" The elf questioned.
"What? Oh, yeah sure." With a flick of the elf's finger, the bruise as well as the pain was gone.
"Thanks, anyway, The Master wants a good meal, make sure all his favourite food are inside ok?"
"Yes Master Draco!"
With a soft crack, the elf disappeared into the kitchens.
So? What do you think? Please review! Next chapter will be up next Sat or Sun….:)
P.S. The chapters will slowly get longer….i promise! Ciao!