Chapter 3: An Unwanted Guest

"Master! Master! Master Malfoy!"

A rather bizarre house elf, similar in appearance to road kill and a saddened orphan, named Squiby, stood to Draco's right side- at the ridge of his bed. Draco could not see the inferior creature in which he tormented as he wished. No, only the shrill voice of his name was heard- somewhere below him- to his side? He was unsure.

"Leave me cretin!" Draco shouted, hurling his pillow in aggravation and aggressive annoyance.

Momentarily, Squiby was silenced, but only momentarily.

"Master Malfoy! Your father! He called for you! He told me you must come to him!"

Perhaps Draco was having a terrific dream moments before he was awoken and that is why his annoyance gave him the longing to commit murder. Oh yes, Draco thought maliciously for a few minutes about dropping his disgusting house elf three stories down, from his bedroom window. Then, he could finally get some sleep. Endless sleep perhaps. If only, that lowly creature could be disposed of.

Perhaps lack of sleep, caused such horrific thoughts, whatever it was- 'It's too bloody early for this .' Draco thought.

At this moment, the sickly shrill proclamations of his house elf, alike a room of a dozen children shrieking at the top of their lungs put the young Malfoy in a immensely foul mood.

"Get out of here!" Draco shouted, reaching for his heaviest potion book and throwing it with such great force and such swiftness Squiby could not duck and cover quick enough.

The house elf tipsily fell to the floor-- " Sod off!" Draco continued.

Within moments, Squiby apparated to his ultimate master with a rather loud click and a somewhat sinister smirk across his deformed face. Or was that just the usual departing evil glare. Was their something more there? Draco could care less.

Within seconds Lucius appeared. He marched as a powerful general, robed in night-sky ebony to the foot of Draco's bed.His long, platinum hair moving as he did.

Draco straightened up in a rush, chest bare as he took in his father's vexing stare.
Draco observed his father's death-eater look,and feared him terrifically. Two silver sets of eyes were in pensive thought.

"Am I to believe my son, my heir has told me to sod off?"

"I..." Draco's train of thought was lost in his father's severe tone. "No! No, of course not!"

Lucius crossed his arms as a roman general probably had, and Draco could not help but get a sort of weak, semi-attracted feelingto none other than--

'Father looks surprisinglydelicious this morning.Oh no, I mean... well... put together?'

"That is precisely what Squiby has reported. Whom am I to believe?"

Draco's bewilderment ended, and his fury began. And for a few seconds, those other thoughts left his mind.

"I did not! That cretin of a house elf mis-quoted me! I would never father, really!" And Draco pleaded as his father's features remained the same.

Draco's eyes remained locked with his extraordinarily powerful father, in a trance.

To Draco's surprise, Lucius' glare turned to an amused smile.

"Oh Draco, begging is not a Malfoy trait my son, not unless absolutely necessary. And today, my dragon is not a day for you to beg."

"So.. I... you believe me then?" Draco stammered.

"Of course, my son. And if you need further proof--" From within Lucius' billowing robes, his large hand pulled out Squiby's decapitated head, blood droplets falling lightly upon Draco's stone floor. Squiby's eyes were wide open, and mouth agape. The head of their latest deceased house elf was already beginning to turn a pale green color.

Draco inhaled slightly as Lucius threw it to him and as it landed on his lap. Draco flinched, but picked it up nonetheless, with his elegant fingertips and inspected it, only to watch it dissolve as he drew it closer to his own face.

"Such trouble we've had with him." Lucius muttered to himself.

Draco watched his father, waiting for an instruction.

"Now, to more pressing matters-- I expect you to be in my office in exactly 30 minutes. That will be 9:30, that's 30 minutes after nine. We will discuss your training. I expect you to arrive on time."

Draco nodded, evidently that was not nearly enough for Lucius.

"All right!"

"Yes father, all right. I shall arrive on time."

And Lucius departed.

End of Chapter

A/N: Forgive me for such short chapters, but I'm inclined to write this way as my computer could at anytime turnoff. Eakk... What a world.

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