An Unlikely Love

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Chapter four

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Good-Bye Narissa?

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Draco followed Lucius into the Malfoy manor after all of his new school supplies had been bought. Crabbe and Goyle followed each carrying their own books and half of Draco's.

In the living room, Narissa sat in a chair her face covered with concern. "Where have you been?" She asked standing up and rushing to her son. She grabbed a hold of her son in a huge hug, wail Crabbe and Goyle snickered behind them. Draco growled at them and swatted his hand behind his back at them, which made then snicker even more at him.

Narissa suddenly pushed Draco away from her and her hand went back and came flying at his cheek, whack. His mother slapped him across the face. Lucius smirked and Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing. Draco's hand went to his face to cover where he had been hit as if he were trying to ease the pain.

"Don't you EVER run off from me again," Narissa yelled, ferrous. "Your father and I were worried sick."

"Speak for yourself," Lucius said to himself walking from the room. Though he had said it to himself, everyone in the room heard him.

Narissa stared after her husband in disbelief.

The three boys grinned. "See," Draco said. "Dad doesn't worry, he trust me. Maybe you should try a little of that yourself," Draco said as her left the room with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY!" Narissa yelled to her son as he walked from her.

Draco stopped in his tracks three stairs up the staircase. Crabbe stopped causing Goyle to run into him.

"Don't you walk out on me! I don't care if you are supposed to be the next greatest follower of the Dark Lord! I am still your mother and you are still my son! And I don't want you to ever leave me when we are out unless I know where you are! Do you got it!?" She crossed her arms waiting for his response.

"Yeah, yeah," he said starting to walk up the stirs again.

"I," she said it so loudly that he stopped to look at his mother. "Said do you got it!?"

"Yes," Draco said in a nasty tone, but Narissa knew he meant it. He was only saying it like that because he was mad.

She stared at him expectantly.

"Ma'am," he said stubbornly. He looked down at the railing, "yes ma'am."

"Now go to your room. I need to have a talk with your father," she said the last thing under her breath, but the boy's still heard her.

Draco ran up the rest of the stair to his room with Crabbe and Goyle following. Once in his room, Draco put his head to the vent leading into his father's study. Only able to hear muffles, he ran to his dresser, ruffled through things then finally found the boxes he was looking for. He pulled out two extendable ears and opened a box for him self and gave the other one to Crabbe and Goyle.

Draco went back over to the vent and fed it one end of the ears. He then put the other end to his own ear and listened to his parents argue wail beside him; Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same thing, listening through the same ear.

Below them, Lucius was talking. "What do you mean why do I trust him so easily? He's my son, why wouldn't I trust him. The Dark Lord obviously trusts him…then why shouldn't I?"

"The Dark Lord!? Who cares about the Dark Lord? We are talking about our seventeen year old son here, not some…follower. Draco will not become one until he is eighteen, and until then we need to keep him close. Everyone knows that he is the next chosen one for the Dark Lord, who knows what, is on other's minds. Some sick twisted person might see him alone and kill him off."

"If that would happen then we would kill them," Lucius said in a dangerously low tone.

"How would we know who did it? It could be anyone, even Harry Potter himself."

Lucius gave a cold laugh. "Then it would be easy to find him. The Dark Lord always knows where he is."

There was a long pause before Narissa began speaking again, "Well what if I told you I didn't want him to become a follower? What if I told you I didn't want any harm to come to my son…our son?"

There was a short pause before Lucius said in a horrific, low voice, "Get Out!"

"Lucius, please, listen to me. If he went with the Dark Lord he could die. He could walk out here tomorrow and we'll never see him again. I don't want that to happen. I love him too much."

"Get Out!"

Draco could feel Crabbe and Goyle looking at him, but he refused to look at them as a tear fell down his cheek.

Narissa was sobbing now trying to get her husband to listen to her. "So you willing to sacrifice our son's life because of a promise you gave that man that…monster."

Not Lucius was pissed, "I said GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He roared.

Narissa gave a sob as she ran from the room.

Draco sat back on his heels, tears falling from his face. 'How could father do this? To…to separate our family like this, it's unheard of. We are the Malfoy trio. Not the Malfoy dos or the Malfoy one. I don't think I could live without my mother.'

Draco slowly get up then whipped his face wail he was still facing the wall so no one would see him crying, but Crabbe saw the tears. He walked away from his 'friends' as started to pace the floor. 'I can't let anyone see how upset I am. I will never show my weakness.'

There was a noise behind the boys and Draco's door opened. The three of them turned around and there stood Narissa Malfoy, red and puffy eyed. She looked from Draco to the boys by the vent then she looked down to their hands, they were all holding the extendable ears. "I see you've already heard. Draco, come here."

Slowly he went to his mother and followed her out the hall. They left the door open and began to talk.

"As you know honey, I've decided to leave," she started.

"Good. I didn't want you here anyways." Draco said stubbornly.

Narissa looked hurt. Draco wanted to reach out and hold his mother, or to be held by his mother, but he kept his hands to himself, not daring to melt his reputation.

"Well than, good bye Draco, I'll miss you," she kissed the top of his head and fled down the hall way to her own room. Five minutes later she emerged carrying a small, heavy suitcase. Draco stayed where he was and watched his mother flee into the night.

Draco put on his best scowl and turned to face Crabbe and Goyle. "Stupid Narissa," he said slamming the door shut behind him. "I can't believe she put up such a fuss. Dad should have gotten rid of her years ago; she's just pulled us down. Always saying how the Dark Lord is a horrible person. The Dark Lord is the only person!" Crabbe and Goyle nodded their heads in agreement.

Draco took both pairs of extendable ears and put them in their rightful boxes. Draco then sat in a chair at his desk and the other two sat on his bed.

"So your happy she's finally gone then?" Crabbe asked remembering the tears on Draco's face.

Draco snorted, "Of course I'm happy. That bitch has been nagging me for years not to turn into a follower when I turn eighteen."

"You still are, right?" Goyle asked scrunching up his fat face.

"Well of course I am. I'm going to take after my father like planned. Besides, I would never back out on my promise to you two, 'the three greatest followers ever'…besides my father…of course." But deep down Draco had a feeling of dread pulling in his gut; he never wanted to become a follower. He secretly wanted to become the next potion's teacher at Hogwarts. But he would never get the chance to be one. He would have to live and breathe everything to do with the Dark Lord.

"Of course," Crabbe and Goyle repeated.

"So uh…who do you think the new head's will be this year?" Crabbe asked.

"I don't know about head girl, but…I made head boy." Draco boasted.

"Awesome," the two boys said at the same time.

"So um…you got any idea who made head girl?" Goyle asked raising his eye brows.

"No…but the letter I got did say something about reuniting Slytherin with its enemy…whatever that means."

"So, it'll probably be someone from Gryffindor then, right?" Crabbe asked.

Draco thought about this for a minute before saying, "Yeah I guess so. Watch it be that filthy little mudblood."

The three of the boys laughed at this.

"So you got any food in this joint or what?" Goyle asked his stomach rumbling (like always).