"Just get the hell out of here! God damn it, I can't stand you!" Draco screamed, slamming the door. This time it was the door
of Lucius Malfoy's new polished wizarding convertible (which appeared to muggles as a Viper). He pulled at the pocket of his
robes to conceal the last thing he wanted his father to see.
The afternoon before, Draco and his father had been getting along great.
Lucius, upon realizing his son would be gone the next day, had graciously invited him to Diagon Alley for robes, a new wand,
dinner, and such. He even apologized for putting so much pressure and tension on Draco, and for accidently "forgetting" his
sixteenth birthday.
Together, they stepped in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where Draco spotted flashy, expensive robes. Lucius had
smiled and told him he may try them on and would purchase them if they fit. The son and father, the son feeling excited with all
the tension dwelling in his chest vanishing, walked to the fitting area, where Lucius took Draco's robe that he had been wearing,
so he could try on the new ones.
While Draco changed in a stall, Lucius stealthily digged through Draco's robes. After a minute of prowling, his hands came to a
rest in one of the pockets.
His insides now filled with anticipation, Draco opened the latch of the stall door to exit. He was suddenly grabbed by the hood
of the flashy, expensive robes, dragged inside a broom closet in the fitting room, and shoved forcefully against a wall. Draco
looked up and met his father's angry features that unveiled cold, stern eyes burning a fire of fury and shame. He was holding up a
small, clear bag of marijuana.
"What the fuck do you SUPPOSE this IS?" Lucius thundered. Draco winced. His father had never used such coarse language
on him, even though he had been rough physically several times.
Somehow, this felt worse.
Draco didn't respond. He had bought the weed from a pudgy chap named Dudley D. who had been prowling around
Knockturn Alley, a place where wizards and muggles sometimes met to exchange hazardous substances. When Draco had told
his name to the muggle lad, he had smiled knowingly and fixed Draco up with a good deal, calling him "buddy-boy".
Now, this buddy-boy shrunk in desolation, as Lucius spit filthiness at him, "Son of a BITCH!"…."Good-for-Nothing
Trash!"…"What type of dirty punk son HAVE I raised?…."
The evening before, while holding pills that may have ended his life, Draco had assured himself he was a tedious pain to his
father.
Now with this beast here cussing him out, he knew…
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