Chapter 2
"Mum, I think we need to go. I know Dad hated Dumbledore, but if he's worried about our safety, we should at least hear what he has to say."
"I'm glad you feel that way, Darling. Why don't you go and get yourself cleaned up and we'll see if we can't do something with that hair of yours." She ran her fingers through the rather shaggy mop that was on top of Draco's head and laughed.
"Mum, I haven't heard you laugh in a very long time. Why is that?"
"Draco, you know that your father was a very scary man. I never loved him; I only stayed with him out of fear. He never would have let me leave. What would it have looked like, a man of his position abandoned by his wife and son? He would have killed me in an instant."
Draco gave his mum a quick hug and took off up the stairs. When he entered his bedroom, he looked around. "This may be the last time I ever see this place," He thought. There was no doubt that he had very fine things. Always the best. That was his father's motto. In fact, during Draco's 2nd year at Hogwart's his father bought new Nimbus 2001's for the entire Quidditch team just so Draco could play. He knew he wasn't the best player at the school, but he had improved a lot over the last few years. He'd never be as good as Harry Potter though, Draco thought jealously.
Draco shook his head to clear out the fog. He needed to get changed into something a little more presentable especially if he was going somewhere with his mother. She was always so beautiful and well dressed. He didn't want to embarrass her by his scruffy appearance. Draco pulled on a pair of dress pants and a button down shirt. "This will have to do," he said to himself. It was hard to believe that his father had died and he felt nothing except maybe relief.
As he made his way back down the stairs, Draco saw his mum sending their owl out the window.
"There's my favorite man," Narcissa said lovingly. "I just sent a reply to Dumbledore. Now, about that hair of yours." She pulled out her wand while walking around him, examining his hair. "Shall we start over fresh and go for a new style? A bit shorter perhaps? I never did like your father's long hair. He'd never dream of letting me cut it though."
Draco examined his hair in the mirror a few minutes later surveying his mother's work. "I wasn't really expecting a flat top, Mum, but I think it looks pretty darn good. Thanks." He shot her a grin.
"I hoped that you'd like it, sweetie. I think it brings out your eyes."
"Ok, Mum, let's get going. I would like to get back to the school sooner than later. That way, I know you'll be safe." Draco always worried about his mum. Maybe that's why he was glad that his father was gone. He wouldn't have to worry near as much next fall when he left for school.