Dislaimer: I own none of this! Except for maybe the house elf in the first sentence.

Warnings: Er, none for this chapter, actually.

You know, I realized that in the summary I said that 'meanwhile, Draco gets sent to London,' and then only posted the first chapter, where there is no Draco. Er... sweatdrop HENCE, the second chapter, with the Draco.

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"This cannot be happening to ME," the boy cried, kicking at an innocent house elf that happened to be passing by. It squeaked and scurried off.

"I understand you're upset…" his mother tried.

"No! No, you don't! I come home, and then I'm kicked out? Why? I did the task as best I could. I had him, I did! Severus interfered, it wasn't my fault! I was about to kill him!" The boy's voice could be heard throughout nearly the entire mansion, he was bellowing so loudly.

His mother sighed, exasperated. She'd been fighting with her son over this for the entire day. "The Dark Lord knows exactly what happened, Draco, that's what I'm trying to tell you."

"I don't care, because I don't want to serve him anyway!"

Narcissa, his mother, paled. "Don't say that!" she snapped. "Listen. If you stay, you put yourself as well as your entire family in danger. Would you really want anything to happen to your mother?" Draco pressed his lips together and said nothing. Narcissa sighed again. "I wish you would just agree so we can stop fighting about this. I have things to do."

Draco glared. "Well, excuse me if I don't feel like going without magic into the Muggle world. Hell, I wouldn't feel like going with magic into the Muggle world! Ech." He made a face. "Where would I go? Who would I stay with? What if I end up living on the streets, or with some Mudblood? And why can't I go with magic?"

"Because it'll make you harder to track," his mother replied. "The Dark Lord won't think of looking in London for a kid living by himself with no magic. I'll be taking your wand and keeping it safe at Gringotts. We've rented an apartment for you here." She handed him a slip of paper with a small map and an address on it, and a key. "All you have to go is find a job to pay the rent every month."

"All I have to do!" Draco exclaimed.

"If things begin to get worse than they already are, and we aren't able to send you money, I want to know that you've got a job and can make some to support yourself. Besides, we would have to exchange the money, because Muggles don't take Galleons."

Draco grumbled. He'd never had to work a day in his life. He'd never even had to cook or clean for himself, let alone work at a job. And he hadn't planned on starting anytime soon. But then again, there was a lot he hadn't planned for. "Isn't there anyone I could stay with?" he asked hopefully, trying to find a way out of getting a job.

Narcissa, however, shook her head. "Not without putting them in danger," she said. "And there aren't as many wizarding families living in the Muggle world. A fair amount of Mudbloods," – Draco made a face – "but none of us want that."

"Why not a wizarding family in, you know, the wizarding world?"

"Draco," Narcissa snapped, "we're trying to keep you safe from the Dark Lord, not send you on vacation. Just deal with it, okay?"

He grumbled and flopped down on a couch, arms crossed. "It's not my fault Severus butted in."

"Yes, it is. And I wish you would stop acting like a child. If your father was here, he wouldn't stand for this."

"Yeah, well, he isn't here, is he!" Draco cried.

"Draco…" his mother warned. He hrumphed.

"Thanks a lot for your support," he muttered moodily. He was about to go stomping out of the parlor and find some more house elves to pick on to lift his mood a little, but then he remembered something. "…He said he'd kill my entire family. You're sending me off, but what about you? What about Father?"

Narcissa gave him a wry smile. "We're working on it."

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