A/N: I was recently reading over some of the previous chapters and noticed some grammatical errors and such. Sorry about that, I plan to replace them with nice, clean chapters. Thank y'all for bearing with me. I think I might add another made up character for comic relief. Review and tell me what you think.

DISCLAMER: I do not own Harry Potter; if I did I wouldn't be writing any of my stories for free. I do claim ownership over myself though and the made up characters.

The air was perfumed and everywhere you looked there was some sort of color. The bright green couch that Draco was sitting on must've been designed for looks only. The cushions of that obnoxious couch were as hard as the hobs of hell. He began shifting his weight back and forth trying to settle into a decent position.

"Draco, don't fidget," his mother said in response to his futile attempts of comfort.

"Yes mom."

"Oscar dear! Come downstairs!"

'Great,' Draco thought. Oscar was his mother's new boyfriend. His mother decided that she was sick of being 'mistreated' with his father so she left. She got a new house, new man and new life. Draco wanted no part of any of it.

"So this is the son I have heard so much about," Oscar said cheerily as he came down the stairs fixing his tie. He offered his hand to Draco and Draco accepted it. "Good strong shake son."

"So, Oscar, what do you do? My mother doesn't often talk about you." Draco craftily noted.

"Oh, well I am a teacher."

"And what do you teach?"

"Well sit back down and I'll tell you all about it."

About an hour later Oscar was still performing his speech on how he became a teacher. He left out one important detail throughout the whole thing. He had never said what it was that he taught. Draco was sincerely annoyed with the man and couldn't begin to fathom what his mother saw in him.

"...and that's when I met your beautiful mother," Oscar said in a slow voice as he gazed over at the bashful woman.

"Oh, Oscar," she said as she reddened.

"Hey! I am the one and only son sitting right over here!" Draco said loudly so the both would stop their disgusting flirtation.

The two backed off. "Sorry, sometimes I get lost in the moment." Oscar gazed over at Narcissa again with the same look of romance.

Draco noticing this jumped in, "So, you were telling me about your job."

"Oh, right. Well that was pretty much the story. I mean, we met, fell in love, and now I'm meeting you."

"Oh, you forgot to tell him what you teach," Narcissa jumped in.

"Right. I teach European History in a university."

Draco stared at Oscar detesting every bit about him: his stupid light brown sweater vest and his bright green tie but most of all his ridiculous glasses that curled all the way around his ears. On top of all of his dressing faults this man was teacher at a regular university. The thought burned like fire in his head but having been taught better he didn't show any of his opinions on his face or in his voice.

"Draco honey, will please bring out more coffee from the kitchen?"

"Surely mom." Draco rose and strode into the kitchen. It was so quaint and cozy Draco wanted to vomit. "Mom, I can't find it." Draco lied while staring right at the coffee pot.

"Be right back darling," Narcissa said to the sitting Oscar but she didn't leave before she gave him a quick kiss.

"Honey it should be right-" she began.

"What are you doing with that nitwit?" Draco asked in a hushed voice.

"Aww, you just don't like him because he's not your father." Narcissa went to rub Draco's face.

He slapped her hand away gently, "No, I don't like him because he's, well, he's him! That should be damn near enough to not like him."

"Be nice."

"I'm trying, I seriously am. But I'm so confused why you would leave Dad for that dork. He works at a regular school. His pay is probably so low you might as well be lowering your head to eat with the pigs."

"All you see is how much he is worth; it's all materialism with you. You are just like your father," she said extremely annoyed.

"I am nothing like my father," Draco said in a cold voice.

"Well if you don't like your father so much why do you care that I am with a muggle."

"He's a muggel!" Draco said in a feigned surprised voice.

"Yes, and he's wonderful! No magical nonsense!" His mother glowed.

"Fine, you go be with Oscar," Draco said hatred dripping from his voice, "but I will never treat him as anything more than what his is."

"I didn't ask you to," Narcissa said in a cool voice. Draco obviously didn't lick that trait up from the ground.

"Fine!" Draco grabbed the coffee pot and turned to go back into the living room but was stopped when he nearly knocked over Oscar. Oscar was standing in the doorway looking as dumb as a doornail.

"What's going on? I heard some fighting."

Narcissa pushed past Draco, "Nothing. Everything is fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Draco answered.

"I didn't sound like everything was fine." Oscar looked to Draco suspiciously.

"Well, if the situation involved you Oscar, we would let you know." Draco pushed past him into the living room. "Mother, I must be going now. Lots of things to do before school tomorrow."

"Oh, okay. Goodbye Draco!"

Draco heard the last goodbye as he left the house. 'What an awful place.'

A/N: See that chapter was longer! Review!