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, it has taken until now for me to realize that I am in desperate need of a Beta. Many of you told me, but I thought the wait between each chapter I uploaded wouldn't be worth it.. Reading some of the past work I've uploaded has made me feel a little ill. Oh my the standard is awful! So.. I am looking for a Beta. If you're interested in Beta-ing this story, or my others please contact me at: just-natalie[at]hotmail[dot]com.
This chapter is a bit filler-y. I hope you like it anyway and sorry for the wait. I don't deserve loyal readers when I leave you un-updated for so long. Lots of this chapter was inspired by Draco's absurdly slicked back hair style worn in the second film.
Chapter 8.
Draco felt thoroughly sick, sitting on the train towards Hogwarts; this was the first time he'd left the house without his father since the previous year. Lucius had woken him earlier that morning which was beyond a shock to the slighter blonde, never having a member of his family wake him in the morning when hired (or, to be more accurate: enslaved) help could wake him like every other morning. Lucius had stood by as Draco took his morning shower; it was definitely odd being in front of someone other than the house elves as he carried out such mundane tasks such as washing himself. His parents couldn't have seen him brush his teeth or dry his face since he was an infant.. But there was his father silently watching him get prepared.
The austere man didn't even critique, speak, or comment upon any of Draco's actions. Although, everything he was to wear had already been laid out by the house elves, and very few people could truly wash their face incorrectly.. Draco still felt positively on edge, his father always had something to say about Draco's behaviour. Lucius did not bother deigning his son with presence if it wasn't to 'better' him in some way, but there he was...
The oddest moment was when Lucius had Draco kneel in front of him while sitting in his prime overstuffed chair. Draco was placed facing away from him and out towards the room, and Lucius had conjured a mirror in front of the boy allowing them both the ability to watch the other. Draco analyzed his father's actions with full vigilance, as the stoic man whispered a spell over his own hands and plucked a jar of expensive wax from his desk. For the next half an hour Lucius smoothed Draco's hair away from his eyes and to be set flawlessly. The soft movements humbled Draco; soon the small boy was relaxed against Lucius' legs and turning into the lethargic movements.
When Lucius was done, he peeled away the insubstantial gloves protecting his hands, the invisible field melting into nothingness, and then finally they shared words.
"I will be in contact with you every Friday" Ordered Lucius sternly.
"Yes father"
"And you will have the assignments I have set ready by then each week"
"Yes father"
"And you will stay focused on your studies and not become distracted by whatever /occurrences/ that may arise at Hogwarts."
"Yes father... Is something planned father?"
Lucius raised his hand to strike the boy, Draco shutting his eyes; flinching in sour anticipation of being reprimanded. Instead, to his surprise, he felt a soft hand stroke his cheek.
"Your insolence is a wonder in itself Draco" His father spoke wistfully before kissing Draco on the lips.
They did not speak again, the journey to the station in the carriage (Lucius deemed Apparation below those who could afford to travel without magical exertion, ignoring the fact the horse drawn barouche was in fact charmed to be hidden from sight and impervious to sound) was carried out in silence. Once through the barrier and on to the sparsely populated platform, Draco received a curt nod from his father.. And then suddenly he was alone. Crabbe and Goyle materialized by his side, but that didn't alleviate the retched feeling of desertedness. He knew he felt liberated, free, but the truth was that he wanted to catch up with his father and beg him to take him back home. Lucius would be furious, would take him straight back to thrash him.. But that alone felt familiar and he longed for it, Lucius would only send him back again after though so Draco raised him chin and sneered at the first mud blood he saw, before boarding the train.
The carriage of Slytherin's had a tense atmosphere about it, Draco's fellow housemates all had Death Eater relations and they all knew that there was an odd path set out for this year. Pansy had been the gustiest so far, but even she had failed to ever out rightly ask Draco what he knew. His father was power, and that made Draco a key to it; if not power in his own right. The girls gushed around him, sure that he'd be their salvation, their ticket to power or safety. Their father's all respected Lucius, and so Draco had the respect of every member of his house, even those above him.. It didn't taste very sweet though, knowing that they all expected the same wielding of knowledge when truly his father has kept him shut out.
Draco was infuriated, he felt bitter towards Lucius.. Kidding himself that is was only this feeling of impotence that agitated him and not the fact that Lucius could bare to break their routine and he couldn't..
He shot a caustic look at Pansy as she tried to climb in his lap again: Lucius would know and breaking one of his father's rules before even arriving at Hogwarts would not go down lightly. The look of dismay on her face, and the shots of admiration from the boys surrounding him eased it the situation though. Yes, having a house of sly snakes doing his bidding couldn't be too bad, especially if it impressed Lucius.
"Goyle!" He barked, "Stake out the carriages, I want to know what pure bloods have turned up this year.." The ungainly boy scrambled up in response, nodding furiously and scampered out the door. The blonde let his eye pass over the remaining passengers in the carriage, letting his gaze pause and evaluate what was in front of him cruelly. It was marvelous watching them shy away, acting as if he was his father even, it bettered Draco's mood instantly.
"Theo, is that brother of yours attending Hogwarts this year?"
The offending brunette shook his head pathetically in response. "No- No Draco, not until ne-next year.."
"Good! The sniveling little wreck was a constant annoyance at your birthday last year.. Make sure he grows a back bone by next September!"
Theo agreed instantly, complimenting Draco while doing so on how observant he was. It was almost too easy this intimidation malarkey.. Well, easy when your father handed it to you on a plate, thought Draco.. Causing him to scowl, and search out more weaknesses in his current acquaintances.
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