Disclaimer: All written for fun, I do not own or wish to make money from Harry Potter&etc. JKR deserves every penny!
Rating: Hah, Mature/NC-348579348957MILLION. Smut… and worse.
Authors Notes: Ok.. So I offered a custom one-shot for the best review.. and got the smallest amount of reviews I've ever gotten for a chapter ever.. So… Weird..
Anyway,
I've gotten a little behind on the updating, but that's because
I've been writing loads on hard copy. I'll be typing them up
soon. (:
-Also, due to lack of reviews, I kept on forgetting to
upload. Reviews make authors update; honestly! Anywayyy… YAYYY, a
bit of Harry in this chapter. (:
Beta: Hah… What a reallyreallyreallyREALLY funny joke. (:
Chapter 5.
When the summer end drew closer, Draco became more agitated. He was very use to this routine, this life, this situation he was living in; and Lucius had given him very little direction as to what would happen come September's return to school.
Perhaps he was just now over use to Lucius control, that the thought of leaving the elder Malfoy's presence scared him. But Lucius did seem agitated, to a state where he almost seemed anxious about letting Draco out of his sight.
When the Hogwarts letter flew through the window, a sense of betrayal fell over the young blonde; worried that his father would see him returning to Hogwarts as a means of escape.
He read through the letter, and then the book list.
'The
standard book of spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk'
Draco smiled;
he'd been studying from this book all summer.
'Break with a
Banshea by Gilderoy Lockheart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy
Lockheart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockheart
Travels with
Trolls by Gilderoy Lockheart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy
Lockheart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockheart'
Draco
snorted, he knew his father thought very little of the man.
"Draco, you aren't swine; so do desist on sounding like one"
"Sorry father... ...It's just my book list has arrived and I find its contents mildly humorous. I'm sure you'd agree it's laughable what they wish to teach us with"
Lucius' lips curled slightly at Draco's boldness, and Draco smirked happily at his own confidence. The latter month of the holiday had embellished Draco's ability to talk to his father. Noting that although not always approved, his father did always listen; and the part he found harder was saying something that would make Lucius respond.
"Yes Draco, I had heard; but not only are you to be taught with Gilderoy Lockheart poorly composed scripts but I believe Dumbledore has installed him as this year's defence against the dark arts teacher.." Lucius spoke as softly as he always did, but his distaste was evident in his underlying tone. "You shall require extra studying to reach appropriate grades this year... I shall send you weekly assignments." Draco nodded rigidly, unsure if he was annoyed by this burden; or happy with Lucius' promise to contact him regularly.
"We shall attend Diagonally for his debut Draco..." Lucius paused, a conflicted glance flitting across his eyes momentarily. "I have business to do... Draco, this year it is very important to me you put your studies first. Above anything else that may evolve from this year, I want you at a desk keeping your head clear, do you understand?"
'not particularly' thought Draco. "Of course" He spoke, slightly more pressed than he wanted to sound.
Lucius stared at his son, his heir. He was not keen in jeopardizing Draco's safety, the blonde protégé being the utmost importance to Lucius... But he knew if he wanted to keep Draco out of the dark lord's grasps, making himself his most trusted followed would be key. This year would tell if he needed to take more drastic actions.
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The first stop the almost identical; -albeit not in height, Malfoy's took was to Borgin and Burke's. A shop which had always showered Draco in pride as Mr. Borgin always treated him as an equal to his father.
The giddiness of being addressed so pushed him to try his father's patience.
"Draco don't touch anything!" Lucius commanded, a little shocked that Draco would make him reiterate an order he'd said merely minutes before hand.
Draco knew he should drop it there, but it was only when away from the manor he had the chance to be so bold; as his father would promptly bend him over for thrashes from a cane if he dared to at home. Now away from the secluded manor and in front of judging eyes... Draco couldn't help himself.
"But father... You did promise me a present"
Lucius' gaze berated Draco, fixed on him coldly. The room almost dropped in temperature from the icy look. Draco felt himself shrink; desperately trying to hide away from such confrontation. Repeating the words 'control Draco... Control' He swallowed, and lifted his chin a little higher to allow himself to meet his father's gaze.
The elder Malfoy unsure on whether he should be pleased by his son's arrogance, or angered at his insolence. Decided he'd choose later, when returned to the manor. He spoke coldly, and slower than usual.
"We decided upon a racing broom Draco, and I do not wish to hear other wise" Pause. "Exempt to the fact that it's un needed due to you failing to join the house team. It is indeed possible, am I correct in thinking dear Mr Potter achieved it, did he not?"
Draco, trembled slightly... He knew his father was trying to undercut him, and did so perfectly. He was distraught when he was not just snubbed by the famous boy, but then to be beaten at Quidditch; -by default, seeing Harry made it onto the team and Draco didn't.
"He did father..." Purposely trying not to buckle, attempting to gain some sort of entitlement. "So perhaps you should alter your plans and buy me this instead?" He spoke daringly... Perhaps not in his strongest of voices, but not feeble.
Mr. Borgin decided he'd chime in with an explanation to what Draco had been staring at. 'The Hand of Glory' Lights up the place only for the owner, he explained, brilliant for thieves and plunderers.
"I do not expect my son to become something so lowly" Lucius spat out, before grinning slightly. "Although, seeing how you were beaten scholastically by a mud blood this year, I shouldn't have such high hopes... Pray tell Draco, should I expect so atrocious results and need to equip you already for your lowly career?"
Draco knew he'd been beaten, but the small rebellion was a greater prize anyway; even if he would pay for it later. He agreed a broom would do fine, and Lucius made a quick enough mark if he moved to touch the hand of glory again, it would be the only hand he owned. Which was followed by a short silence being elicited by all three of the men; as they all contemplated how much Lucius really would follow through his actions.
A forth member of the shop, hidden in a cupboard, swallowed awkwardly.
