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Chapter Five"Draco, I wish to speak with you alone before you leave with your mother," said Lucius firmly as Draco prepared to go redo his hair before he left for the day at Diagon Alley.
"Of course father," nodded Draco following his father through the Manor and into his office. Lucius walked around to the other side of his desk and sat in his seat; little did he know that just a day before a young muggleborn at sat in it. He looked at his son and sighed, leaning back in his seat. Draco stepped forward and sat in the seat in front of the desk.
"Who do you think your mother has pledged her allegiance too?" asked Lucius after a while.
"The Death Eaters I guess," shrugged Draco, "Why do you ask, father?"
"I suspect your mother may be working for a different cause all together. I want you to test her today, Draco. I want you to find a chance to show that Granger girl off to the world. I want you to watch what your mother will do, before, during and after the time at Diagon Alley. I need to know what cause your mother works for. Ours or the former Order of the Phoenix."
"Of course father," nodded Draco, "Is that all?"
"That's all," nodded Lucius dismissing his son, "I have other matters to attend too."
Draco stood and left his father's office. Here he was. Stuck. His father, ever since his escape from Azkaban, had been pinning Draco up against his mother at every given chance. This had caused a huge rift between mother and son and everyday the rift grew larger.
Draco made his way back to the foyer meeting his mother along the way. In her arms she clutched a black cloak with what looked to be a silver M on the front.
"What is that you are holding?" asked Draco curiously.
"Something for the slave," replied Narcissa shortly.
Draco sighed and was soon bored with waiting for the slave to arrive. Finally after what had seemed years the bushy haired young woman arrived. When Draco saw her, the previous nights actions flooded into his mind, especially how he had nearly hit her. An odd sensation spilled into his stomach making it difficult to smirk at her as he watched her.
"Let's go," said Narcissa noticing her son's odd behaviour herself. She marched over to the door and Hermione rushed forward to open it for her. Stepping out into the abnormal cold caused Narcissa to shiver. Even she knew the Dementor's were breeding again. Narcissa walked over to the waiting carriage with her son and looked back at Hermione, a little impatient to get going. When she saw the shivering girl looking up at the sky even she dared a glance but instantly regretted it.
'You would think the Death Eater's would have them under control,' thought Narcissa before snapping, "Come along!"
Beside her Draco gave a sigh as Hermione opened the door. Narcissa shot him a look as she climbed into the carriage followed by him and then Hermione. Once inside Draco noticed his mother was sitting rather stiffly beside him, as though he were the last person in she world she wished to sit next too. The carriage gave a great lurch forward and Draco noticed his mother fiddling with the cloak before looking at Hermione.
"Here," said his mother handing the cloak to Hermione, "Put this on and wear the hood over your head."
Draco frowned. What was his mother doing? She was merely a mudblood slave, not a superstar in need of a disguise.
"Why?" he asked rudely, "We should show everyone that we caught the long time wanted mudblood."
The look his mother gave him was one of pure coldness. Had looks been able to kill Draco knew he would be less then a pile of ashes.
"I believe in many things Draco but I refuse to allow any harm to come to my possessions."
"She is only a slave. We can just replace her."
"Shall I replace you whilst I am at it?" snapped his mother coldly, her blue eyes looking at him in an ice-cold manner.
The look was so cold Draco felt a shiver run down his spine. Things between him and his mother had just gone from bad to worse. All he could do was glare back at his mother.
Narcissa watched as Hermione pulled the cloak on. The young woman glanced up at Narcissa but looked away. All Narcissa could do was smile at the girl in slight amusement. If only she knew the secret hidden in her house. Narcissa glanced out the window; they would soon start the carriage apparition. She settled firmly into her seat just before the spinning began. Expertly, her and Draco tilted their heads to the side, going with the strong movement. Across from them, Hermione looked as if she were about to be sick or scream.
Draco watched Hermione through out the spin and felt like laughing at her. It was obvious she had never done carriage apparition before. When the carriage came to a stand still, Draco stood first.
"Suck it up," he muttered in an amused, yet rude tone as he stepped out before her and his mother.
But no matter how many times Draco went to Diagon Alley he still couldn't get over the change. But unlike Hermione, Draco could hide his shock. He didn't stand around gaping like a fool.
With a sigh Narcissa grabbed Hermione by the arm and pulled her forward, startling the girl.
"Sorry Mistress."
"Father wouldn't put up with this behavior," said Draco before he even thought about the words that came from his mouth in a cold tone, "I don't know why you do."
Narcissa had to look away from her son. She couldn't believe how much like his father he was. This was not the boy she had hoped to raise. Instead Narcissa looked in a store window, pretending to be interested in the dress robes.
"I am not your father, Draco. Unlike him I do not like to create scenes. If you have nothing better to do then criticize me, perhaps it would be best if you went off on your own."
Narcissa turned and shot her son a cold smile as he crossed his arms in a childish annoyed manner. Narcissa resisted the urge to shake her head but instead glared at her son.
"And you wonder why Pansy calls you immature. Look at how you are acting in a public place!"
Draco sucked in a deep breath to keep himself from loosing his temper. It was there, he knew it. But yelling at his mother wouldn't do any good. He needed to find another way to vent out his emotions and the perfect time to do his father's request. Just as he was looking around for an opportunity Narcissa handed him one.
"Hermione," said Narcissa turning to the quiet young woman, "Please accompany Draco to buy some vegetables. We are running low I assume?"
This was too perfect, was all that Draco could think holding back a pleasing grin. Smiling in front of his mother would only capture her attention and make her suspicious.
"Yes we are Mistress," answered Hermione to her question politely.
Before Draco could blink, Narcissa had thrust a bag of galleons into his hands and ordered him off.
Keeping up the act of a disgusted son Draco muttered for Hermione to follow him. He looked ahead at the crowd outside the store. He could feel Hermione keeping a safe distance between the two of them and purposely slow down to begin his show, all for his absent father. Without any thought to the matter or of the humiliation he was going to cause for the young, once classmate, Draco grabbed Hermione and pulled her close. The terrified witch looked up at him and let out a gasp as he yanked her hood off to reveal her to the world.
"Let's see what scene I can create today," he smirked with a grin yanking her along behind him ignoring her pleas.
Not only was he doing it for his father, but also Draco found himself to be enjoying the spotlight he was gaining as everyone saw whom he was dragging along with him.
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Narcissa walked into the once Flourish and Blott's. She spotted Pansy working at the far end of the store alone. Narcissa walked towards her, weaving through the shelves trying to keep the attention away from her. She finally reached Pansy and patted the woman on the shoulder. Pansy jumped and spun around. When she saw Narcissa she calmed down and embraced the elder woman tightly.
"How are you?" asked Narcissa seriously, "I heard about the argument between you and my stubborn son."
"Yeah that," sighed Pansy tucking a lock of her hair behind her ears, "I love him, Narcissa… but I can't be with him any longer. For one thing we don't even act like a couple. And two… he is… he is so immature."
"I know what you mean. Perhaps we should talk in the back?"
Pansy nodded and lead Narcissa too the back room door. Narcissa walked in first as Pansy shut and locked the door.
"I have to be quick," said Narcissa, "I have left my son with the muggleborn, Hermione Granger. Merlin knows what he could get up too. Anyway Sirius and I have been talking. I am going to attempt to gain Hermione's trust in me. I have started by giving her a cloak to protect her identity here today. Once I have gained it I am going to show her Sirius. Hopefully then we will devise I plan to get her back to the Order along with Sirius… and from there… I don't know what can happen."
"All we can do is hope for the best."
Narcissa nodded, "Exactly. I am going to keep trying with Draco… but perhaps… no it will never work and it is just wrong for me to even consider that!"
Pansy frowned at Narcissa with a slight turn of the head, " Consider what?"
Narcissa sighed, "It's ridiculous really. I doubt Hermione would even consider it. She is a proud person from what I have seen," Narcissa paused and looked at Pansy, "I was considering using Hermione to use my son to get him to turn to the light side… but be a spy for us. I mean he is skilled at Occlumency. He can block his father out from his mind easily. Lucius is not that skilled at it. The problem is-"
"The two cannot stand each other for many reasons. Draco is a cruel person, Granger is high strung and has morals as well as pride," finished Pansy, "Plus Draco has pride as well."
Narcissa nodded, "I will talk to Sirius about it, thought I doubt he will want his godsons bestfriend anywhere near my tragedy of a son. I'll see you soon. I need to find my son."
"Okay. Take care Narcissa."
The two embraced in a hug before Narcissa left the back room discreetly. She purchased a book about flower charms to cover up for her long time in the store. As she entered the street she was welcomed to a loud commotion.
"That little foul mouthed Mudblood!" cried someone from a crowd up the alley, "Aren't you going to punish her?"
Narcissa looked towards and caught sight of her son raising a hand to a hoodless Hermione. Without another thought Narcissa began running towards the crowd and when she was close enough screamed her sons name out loud.
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Draco stared down at the terrified, shaking woman with his hand raised. He had never once made a person shake with fear and if he ever intended it, he never imagined it would be Hermione Granger, Gryffindor know it all, member of the golden trio. As he was mustering the courage to slap her, a voice screamed out his name putting an end to all thought of hitting her. Then like a tidal wave, Draco was hit with an over whelming heap of emotions ranging from horror to guilt. Guilt, now there was one he hadn't felt before.
"Oh Merlin," he muttered releasing Hermione, who fell back to the ground.
He looked up and watched his mother bark at the ground to disappear. The way she looked told Draco he had lost all of her respect and most likely, her trust.
"What is the meaning of this?" she screamed in anger at her son, blue eyes blazing with fury, "All of you! Get!"
Draco looked down at the ground and took yet another deep breathe for the day. How was he to explain this one?
Both him and Narcissa looked down at Hermione, noticing her injured hands. Despite Narcissa's opinion of public humiliation she couldn't act soft towards the muggleborn.
"Get up girl!"
Narcissa turned to her son, wanting nothing more then to give him a good, hard slap across the face. No longer was he her innocent, misunderstood eleven year old. He was a rude, horrible, cruel, immature nineteen year old.
"I am disgusted in you," was all she could manage to say with loosing control of her temper completely, "Utterly disgusted. You are not the young man I raised. You are just as horrible as your dead Aunt Bellatrix!"
Draco's head whipped up from the ground as he glared at his mother. How could she compare him to that woman? He was a Malfoy, not a Black!
"It is what Father would have done," he managed to reply back with in a cool tone.
Narcissa narrowed her eyes back at her son before answering truthfully, "You are not your father, Draco. Come along, girl."
HD
"Lucius obviously told him to do it," said Narcissa as she paced in front of her cousin, "I can't see him doing it on his own."
"If that is the case Narcissa," said Sirius calmly, "Then why did he do it? Regardless of the fact that your husband told him to do it he still had the option of not going through with it. As you have said to me on numerous occasions, Draco is skilled at Occlumency and can close his mind from Lucius."
"I don't know why he did it. Perhaps he was striking out on his own with anger at me. Draco and I aren't as close as we used to be, that is for sure."
"Because of Lucius."
Narcissa sighed and ceased her pacing, turning to look at her cousin. Sirius watched her face and new she was bursting to say something but was holding back.
"What is on your mind Narcissa?" asked Sirius curiously.
"Well I did have an idea that may possibly draw Draco from the dark side to our side… but after today I doubt it would even work."
"What's the idea?"
"Using Hermione to use Draco… get her to join our fight."
Sirius instantly began shaking his head in no. He stood up and began pacing himself, shaking his head before turning to Narcissa and looking at her furiously.
"Are you insane?" he said, "One thing I do not trust your son around any of the muggleborns, most of all Hermione. Secondly, Hermione would refuse to do it… and thirdly… just no, Narcissa, that idea is not going to happen at all! We will find another way."
"Sirius, I knew it wouldn't happen," replied Narcissa coolly, "I came up with the plan before I saw what Draco had done to Hermione. Now if you will excuse me I have to heal Hermione. Her hands got trampled on during the… humiliation process."
Narcissa turned and stormed up the corridor. On her way she sent her call for Hermione. She didn't have to worry about the girl not coming. The call would constantly persist if they didn't come or took to long. It would grow so loud that all noise around them would be blocked out until they answered their master's call.
Just as Narcissa had shut the painting a knock came at her office door.
"Enter!"
She turned around as the door opened revealing a tired and pain filled faced Hermione.
"What would you like, Mistress?" she asked politely.
"Come here. Let me see your hands," beckoned Narcissa with her hands.
The young woman walked towards her, holding her two hands out. Narcissa looked at her hands and was shocked to see the damage. The bruising was a dark purple already, with cuts on some of the fingers. They were a horrible, swelling sight. Narcissa shook her head and did a disgusted tsking sound. She walked past Hermione and over to her desk.
"Come here, girl," she said gently watching Hermione walk over to her.
"What are you going to do?"
Narcissa dared not touch her hands incase of hurting her more, "Heal your hands of course. It was not your fault they rudely trod on your hands."
Narcissa glanced up at Hermione and saw the surprised look on her face before she answered.
"Oh… but I spoke out."
Narcissa held back a sigh and used the only answer that seemed logical and truthful, "You were only defending yourself. It's human instinct."
Narcissa remembered the spell she needed and muttered it to create an instant healing process. She gave a small smiled as the spell worked making the horrible injuries vanish as though they never existed.
"Thank you Mistress," said Hermione.
Narcissa was about to turn away when her husband's purchase said something that surprised her.
"I always wanted to be a Healer at St Mungo's."
Narcissa hid her surprise with a small smile. She looked at the girl and noticed that she was a pretty little thing despite her rather shocking hair, "I wanted to work at the Ministry when I was your age. But my family had different plans for me."
Narcissa could read the surprise on her face but the conversation that ensued afterwards was one Narcissa had never had with another person, not even her own husband.
HD
"I am proud of you Draco," said Lucius scaring his son as he exited his bathroom dressed in only a towel, "I just received a letter from a fellow Death Eater congratulating me on buying the Granger thing… and telling me of your mother's actions."
Draco just nodded using his wand to dress him quickly.
"Was she yelling at you for displaying that mudblood to the world?" asked Lucius seriously, "Do not even think of closing your mind to me Draco… I am not as skilled as you are but I can tell when you are closing your mind."
Draco looked at his father and reluctantly nodded, "She did… but, but Granger got injured. Her hands were trod on. She will be useless for the next few days."
Lucius smirked, genuinely pleased, "You will make a fine heir when I pass on. As for your mother… I will deal with her."
"What are you going to do?" asked Draco masking the worry in his tone.
"What I would do to any traitor if I were the head Death Eater and I discovered they had betrayed me for another useless cause."
"What's that?" asked Draco barely managing to hold a stammer of fear from his tone as he saw his father clutch his cane tighter with an evil, cold smile on his face
"Torture… pain… fear… many, many horrible yet ultimately pleasant things," whispered Lucius looking at his son, "You see Draco, you need to make people fear you… they fear you and then you have a loyal servant, loyal lover, loyal son. I know you fear me Draco, that is why you do as I say."
Draco just nodded like he used when he was eleven years old and didn't know any better. Lucius gave a firm nod and left his sons room. When the door closed Draco let out an unknown held breath. He ran his hand through his hair and walked over to the window. His father was right. He did fear him and because of that fear he did everything his father told him to do. But no matter how far apart him and his mother had drifted… he knew Lucius was a cruel man.
"A cruel man whom I foolishly idolize," whispered Draco shaking his head.
Draco gave another sigh and left him room. He wandered through the manor finding nothing entertaining. At dinner none of the three Malfoy's spoke. Lucius seemed too lost in his own thoughts and Narcissa was lost in her own. Draco observed them both sensing the thick tension and growing hatred. That one thing shocked Draco as he ate a spoonful of his soup a slave had placed in front of him.
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The knock at the door signaled her arrival. Despite his thoughts revelations throughout the day Draco needed some entertainment and despite have humiliated her enough for a lifetime Draco needed more from her. He called for her to enter and kept focused out the window, not that anything could be seen.
"You called me," she said, her voice full of dread.
He turned in his seat looking at her, taking in her healed hands. If his father saw them, Draco knew he would hold a stronger anger towards his mother.
"Obviously I did or you wouldn't be standing here," said Draco an amusing idea forming in his bored mind, "Unless of course you just couldn't stay away."
He stood up and glanced at her, seeing her battling her self to not say anything back that would anger him or have him come back with more cruel, humiliating, hurtful words.
"Loss of words, mudblood?" he said smirking, but the look she flashed at him told him otherwise completely and so did her words.
"Oh no. I just know it would be best if I kept quiet," she said coldly, "What would you like?"
"Just a visit… after all today was interesting, wouldn't you say?" he said pacing in small circles glancing at Hermione in time to see tears beginning to form in her narrowed eyes, her hands fiddling with the sides of her toga.
"If you call be humiliated interesting then by all means I hope you have pleasant dreams about today."
Draco smirked with a chuckle, "Oh, I know I will. I assume you didn't find it interesting?"
The look she gave Draco nearly made him stumble in his slow pacing. Her voice as she answered him was full of the venom he had only ever seen Potter use back in fifth year after his father had been thrown unceremoniously into Azkaban.
"No I didn't. I see nothing at all interesting about being glared at, ridiculed, dropped to the ground and then having my hands trampled on by arrogant people like yourself!"
'Arrogant?' thought Draco turning to face her and step closer, "You are calling me arrogant? Granger, look in the mirror," Draco walked over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders and made her stand in front of his mirror, "What do you see?"
He watched as she took in her haggard appearance before answering him with firm words.
"I see a human being who has feelings like you. I see someone who is proud for the blood they were born into, a see someone who had dreams that were soon ripped apart by the Death Eaters who torment muggleborn's because they are bored with their own life's. Only they don't realize that the world is falling apart before their very eyes… soon they will have nothing and who will they come running too, to fix it? The very people they tore down and sent into hiding!"
Her words were full of power and Draco knew it. He glanced at her reflection before answering her back in a scoffing tone.
"That is complete crap. You know what I see?" he said stepping closer to lean in and whisper in her ear, "Muggleborn trash… a worthless human being. A-"
Draco was only picking up his pace of words as she cut him off in anger. Her spinning around to glare at him shocked him but being a Malfoy he knew how to hide his anger. As his father always told him: "Show no weakness to your enemy. If they see it they will use it against you to their advantage."
"Your names don't hurt me Malfoy. Because they are only words! You have said them so often they have no affect on me! What more can you possibly do to me that you haven't done?" she screamed at him furiously.
Her red cheeks and blazing brown eyes made Draco laugh before he answered her, "More than your naïve mind can possibly imagine."
The look that flashed across her face made Draco smirk with cold eyes as she backed away from him towards the door. Draco stepped slowly towards making her face go pale in fear. His father was right, make people fear you and they will do everything you say. It was a feeling he was enjoying.
"You wouldn't dare," she hissed at him.
He continued stepping closer to her, watching her body shake slightly. When he was inches from her he laughed. He couldn't help, just the look on her face made him laugh.
"Come off it Granger, I was kidding! Like I would possibly screw you."
He doubled over with laughter, but when he stood up right his face connected with a sharp smack silencing him instantly. He couldn't speak or move, only look at the heavily breathing, angry Hermione.
"YOU FOUL LOATHSOME… DEATH EATER!" she shrieked in anger, him getting hit with cold brown eyes, "How can you possibly get any joy from that? Don't you have clue as to how scared I was?"
Draco didn't reply. She did look at him in fear, but now all he was strong hatred and anger.
"Obviously you have had your fun. Sleep well Master."
Draco watched as she left before looking at his reflection. Clear on his pale skin was a red handprint, the same spot as the one was back when he was thirteen. As he reached for his wand to clear it away he heard it.
"WHO HEALED YOUR HANDS?"
Without another thought, Draco ran for the bedroom door.
A/N: Well I shall leave you on a cliffhanger. I am off to write chapter six, but that won't follow on from this cliffhanger… time to catch up with Harry and the others. Please review!
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