Draco blinked his eyes slowly and groaned as sunlight flooded his vision. "Time to get up master Draco, Mrs. Malfoy is requesting your presence for breakfast in the dinning room" Melee said. Draco groaned again, then sighed. 'Stupid house elves.' He thought as he heard a loud pop signaling the disappearance of the house elf. 'Don't they know that Malfoy's need their beauty sleep'
Standing up proved to be harder than it should have been, forcing Draco to grab the corner of his nightstand to steady himself. After the blood stopped rushing from his head he tried walking and was forced to grab the nightstand again. "Ugh" 'My legs are like water and my head's pounding. I must have a hangover.'
Draco stumbled over to his bathroom and threw himself into the shower. He tried to steady himself as he waited for the water to magically adjust to the temperature he wanted. 15 minutes later Draco turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself.
Stepping up to the mirror he attempted to look at his reflection, which would have worked had the mirror not been fogged up. Right now all Draco could make out was his blurred outline and vague colors. Starring at himself absentmindedly, he tried to remember what had happened last night. He couldn't remember anything past blowing out the candles on his birthday cake. That could, however, be explained by his 'hangover.' What was troubling him the most was that he felt different than usual and was seeing weird things. He kept seeing swirls of colors where there shouldn't have been. Like the stupid knob on the door, which was glowing a faint silver. Not to mention the sparks flashing at the edge of his vision. Sweeping his eyes across his bathroom Draco noted that everything seemed to have a faint silver sheen and the sparks at the edge of his vision were crackling away like little fireworks.
The shower had eased the pounding in his head, but now it came back full force. Everything was too much he started to get light headed, his vision swam, and he found it harder and harder to breath. Draco began to panic, he didn't know what was happening and he didn't know why. Then everything stopped.
Draco blinked 'What the hell just happened?' Glancing around his eyes landed on the clock seated innocently on the wall above the vanity, 7:55. 'Frick! I only have five minutes!'
"Draco," Narcissa Malfoy's cold grey eyes settled on her soon, as he entered the dinning room looking slightly flushed, "Did you seep well?"
"Yes, mother, thank you. I hope you also had a pleasant evening." Draco replied sitting directly across from his mother, at their large cherry wood table.
"The party went well and everyone bid me to give you their congratulations and to tell you that they all hope you feel better." Narcissa's eyes softened with a look of concern as spoke, "How are you feeling this morning, my dragon? Are you doing alright?"
A moment of silence followed Narcissa's question as Draco finished his breakfast of eggs, toast, and jam, washing it all down with a glass of orange juice. He glanced up at his mother before turning away, an embarrassed pink tinge gracing his features. "I'm feeling perfectly healthy today mother. I do not know what came over me last night. But whatever it was, it passed."
"That is good," a hint of suspicion coloring her tone, "for your father wishes to meet with you in his study prompt at 8:45. It appears he intends to keep you away all day, he has placed specific orders regarding food and supplies with the house elves. He probably plans to start testing you to see if you have any signs of being chosen." At this point worry was openly visible in Narcissa's eyes, "Please be careful dear, we don't want your complexion to suffer just because you wish to train. Appearance is everything." Although her words were meant to produce a sense of arrogance, pride, and ignorance. Draco knew that the true meaning lay hidden in her sentence. A look of understanding, worry, and fear passed between mother and son.
"I will be careful, mother. And I will keep in mind your advice. I had better be going now, I don't want to keep father waiting."
"No, you do not." Her words were colored with regret that she could not openly show.
Draco silently cursed his father for putting his mother and him in this situation, then pushed out his chair and stood up. I will see you later mother, have a pleasant day." And with that Draco swept out of the room and down the halls, schooling his features into a mask of cold indifference.
His path brought him to the door of his father's study. Quietly knocking on the door of his father's study, Draco tried to sooth his frantically beating heart. "Come in." Lucious Malfoy's voice beckoned. Draco took a second to gather his wits about him and opened the door.