Building up climax.. going to get better... Things are taking an unexpected turn..
I do not own any of these characters! All created by J.K Rowling..
When he arrived home the night before, his mother was already there. His aunt must of apparated to his house, because she was there before he could make it back and told her sister what she saw. It was no surprise that she looked happy to rat him out, even though he was her nephew. It was just another way to bug her sister about her parenting skills.
He was then told to stay in his room for the rest of the night and he would be dealt with tomorrow when his father found out. She didn't want to bug him that night. The only reason Lucius didn't find out yet was because he went to Snape's after the meeting for a chat, before he came home.
He didn't know what kind of trouble he would be in. He hadn't been in trouble lately; he usually got away with what he wanted. When he was younger, his father would spank him for some childish mistake like sneaking into his private office without permission. He never discovered what he kept in there.
It must have been close to 5. His father would be home any minute; Draco assumed his mother told his father what happened in the morning when he got up for wasn't for another hour after his father finally arrived home, that Draco was called down to his father's office by one of the house elves. He knew that his father would make him wait in order to build the tension.
The office was a very intimidating room. It was dimly light, and very long with a large wooden desk at the end. There were bookshelves that contained a couple of secret passages that Draco knew about and a giant fireplace that kept the room warm. It was also used for his father's more important clients. There were probably many dark objects hidden behind the walls. His father always used this room for his punishments. Lucius also spent most of his time at home in this room working and getting away from his wife.
Draco knocked on the large finely carved oak doors, waiting for permission to enter. Draco hoped his father might have left or realised he was too busy to deal with him but Lucius voice rang Enter, and the boy opened the doors.
Lucius was sitting at the end of the long rectangular room reading a stack of papers and didn't look up when Draco entered. Draco walked in and closed the door behind him and decided not to move from the other side of the room. Perhaps he would only get a warning or a small lecture and would get to leave.
His father looked up from his desk and gestured towards a spot in front of his desk. Draco realised he was in a bit more trouble then he thought, because he didn't even offer him a seat. He began to walk to the spot in front of the desk; he forgot how big the room really was. He walked up to the desk and stopped, not wanting to get to close. His father continued to riffle through papers, while the boy stood there in suspense looking at his feet. About five minutes later his father cleared his voice, and the boy jumped not realising he was being stared at. Draco's cheeks began to turn pink.
"From what I gathered from your mother, you snuck out of the house after we left, and went to Pansy's. Is that correct?"
"Yes father."
"Is that all?"
"Yes father."
"Than perhaps you can tell me, why someone was singing Mary had a little dragon on a bed, why you were found with your hair completely disheveled along with Ms. Parkinson's and why Ms. Bullstrode was ill and smelt of fire whiskey when she arrived home. Should I add lying to the list of rules you've broken?"
Crap...obviously he knew more then Draco expected. Draco didn't even know what to say or if it was the right time to speak. He decided it best to look back at the ground as his cheeks began to burn red.
Lucius grabbed his cane and placed it under the boy's chin to make him look up at his dark blue eyes.
"Do you know what kind of trouble you could have gotten into? Someone could have died from alcohol poisoning; the dark lord could have caught you. Do you not understand how dangerous it is to be caught acting out. He would not be so merciful on a bunch of irresponsible Slytherins as I am with you. You would not only be affecting your own life."
Draco had no choice but to look at the seriousness of his father's face. It was in this instant that Draco realised that the rumours were true. Potter wasn't lying.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't know."
"Listen Draco, I was once a teenager, much like yourself and I know you want to explore but this is not the time. With power comes responsibility, the world is changing and our lives are not as safe. I have made many mistakes in my past, and I wouldn't want to see you do the same. Now that I have double the work, and your mother is busy with securing the house..."
So that's why she's been running around the house like a lunatic, Draco thought.
"I will be sending you to your godfather's who has been so kind to volunteer his time watching over you, until you are responsible to look after yourself."
Draco thought his social life couldn't get any worse from here.
"You will return back home every night for dinner and bed. These will be the new rules for the next two weeks if you behave yourself. You are expected over there tomorrow morning at 9am, from what I've heard he has cauldrons for you to clean."
"But I don't get up till noon!"
"That will have to change."
"This sucks!"
Draco couldn't help but say something. His father was blowing it way out of proportion.
Lucius pulled his cane away quickly and Draco flinched.
"I recommend you leave quietly, and not disturbed me the rest of the night, or else you'll have more to complain about. Now go."
"Yes father."
As Draco turned around and began to walk back out the room his father said one last thing.
"Severus may not be as kind to you as I am, he has dealt with many more teens then I have. Remember that."
Draco went directly back to his room, and found a note on his bed next to a dark brown owl with pointy like eyebrows.
"Drackey Wackey! I've missed you so much. Life has been so boring here. I am grounded for two weeks and forced to write lines. You would think I was still in school. How are you? I hope you weren't punished that much."
Draco wrote back,
"My father is making me go to Snape's to clean cauldrons and be his slave for the next two weeks. It's stupid."
Pansy replied,
"Wow and I thought mine was bad! Well I will send you an owl every night to see how you're doing. I am not allowed to have any more friends over without my parent's permission. Perhaps after these two weeks we can see each other again."
Draco later went outside and stared at the clouds by the pool until it got dark. He imagined all the things him, and Pans could be doing together if they weren't grounded. Perhaps they would continue from where they left off the last time.