Draco Malfoy pounded on Blaise Zabini's window for nearly ten minutes before he finally showed up at the window.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Zabini hissed, pulling his window open. Draco pulled himself through the window.
"I left. I couldn't take my father anymore! I doubt he even knows I'm gone" Draco explained. Zabini checked downstairs, and his parents with both sound asleep.
"What are you playing at coming here? You know our parents are in league together!" Zabini said in a low voice.
"I had no where else to go" Draco shrugged. Zabini shook his head.
"Fine, you can stay here, just keep quite. If my parents found out, I'd be in hell" Zabini replied.
"Thanks mate. Just don't tell anyone I'm here" Draco said. Zabini scoffed. A ringing downstairs caused both of them to jump.
'Who the bloody hell is calling at this hour?" they heard Zabini's father shouting. They heard him cursing until he had reached the front door. They heard it open.
"Narcissa?" Mr Zabini said in amazement. Draco and Zabini looked at each other in shock.
"Quick, in here!" Zabini hissed, shoving Malfoy into a closet. Mr Zabini burst into the room, Narcissa behind him.
"Where is Draco Malfoy?" Mr Zabini demanded. Zabini shrugged.
"No idea what you're talking about."
"Don't play stupid with me! Narcissa was told Draco was here. She discovered it by Occlumency. Where are you hiding him?" Mr Zabini roared.
"I don't-" Zabini started, but Narcissa had crossed the room and yanked open the closet door.
"Draco!" she shouted, throwing her arms around him. Mr Zabini glared at his son, as Narcissa pulled her son out of the closet.
"Why did you leave?" Narcissa sobbed. Both of the Zabini's had exited the room.
"I can't take it anymore mum!" Draco shouted. "Father always critisizing me, telling me I'm no good. I know what he wants, he wants me to be like him! I can't! I'm not a murderer, I couldn't do the things he does! He doesn't understand a damn thing about me!" Draco shouted. Narcissa looked at the pain on her son's face.
"I am so sorry. You know your father loves you, he just doesn't know how to show it" she replied, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"No he doesn't! He doesn't give a damn about me, all he wants is for me to follow in his footsteps" Draco paused. "He could never love me".
"That's not true, and you know it isn't. You know how your father is, he just wants you to do what he thinks is right. It may not be the right thing to do, but he thinks it is" Narcissa said, grasping her son's shaking hand in hers.
"I just want to do what I want. I don't want to be like him. I just want him to be proud of me" Draco said, lowering his head. He felt as if he were going to cry, but he wouldn't. Crying would mean he was weak. He couldn't appear weak in front of his mother.
"No matter what, I will always love you Draco. No matter what your father says. He's proud of your grades, he just wants you to be more-" she started. "-like him" Draco finished. Narcissa nodded.
"I can't go back" Draco said finally. "If I do, it'll show him that I'm weak. I can't go back".
"Yes you can, and you have to. It's not weakness" Narcissa replied firmly.
"I'm scared of him" Draco admitted. A tear ran out of his stormy gray eyes.
"I am too, but he would never hurt either of us. Please, just come home with me" Narcissa pleaded. Draco thought, and finally nodded.
"I will". Narcissa burst into fresh tears, and wrapped her son in a hug. And then, another crack, and they were gone.