Light drabble stuff to move along the plot... this story will be coming to an end soon. Thanks for the reviews thus far.

Everything belongs to J.K Rowling

The next Monday, it was Draco's first day out of bed and not grounded. He slept in till about noon, and went downstairs for something to drink. His mother was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a weekly witches magazine.

"Hey mom, have you heard anything from the Parkinsons? Do you know how Pansy is doing? I was hoping to go see her sometime soon."

"Draco come sit down."

Draco looked slightly confused. He took a sit across from his mother, at his usual spot at the table.

"The Parkinson's have decided that after the little incident yesterday, that Pansy is not allowed over anymore."

"But I didn't know! And it was Montague and Millicent who pretty much made me have it here. The meeting was supposed to be at Goyle's."

"Yes I understand this dear, and I tried talking to Mrs. Parkinson but she believes you may be a bad influence. I assured her that all Malfoys have the most respectable reputations but she wouldn't budge. Perhaps things will change, you two are still young, and you shouldn't be worried about dating right now anyways. Wait until after you graduate and have to find a wife."

"Yah, right mom."

Draco walked back upstairs with his toast and orange juice. He sat on his bed and started to eat. He decided to send Pansy a private letter, to see how she felt about this.

"Hey Pans. How you feeling?"

The owl swooped out of the room and he waited for a reply. By the time he was done his breakfast the owl returned.

"I feel better, you?"

Now what was Draco going to say? That didn't really leave him room for further questioning so he thought he would get right to the point.

"I feel much better. Do you believe what your parents are saying? That we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"I don't know. I have to think about it."

Draco didn't know what to say. He felt kind of mad that she could be so easily persuaded. I mean it wasn't him that hurt her personally. He decided not to reply back. If she felt that he wasn't sincere, then he wasn't with the right person. The girl Draco wanted was someone who could accept him no matter what. Just like how his mother supported his father's decision to become a Death Eater. Or did she? I mean she never took the mark herself.

Someone began to knock at his door. "Draco are you in there? Can I come in?" It was his mother.

"I'm busy."

"O.k., come downstairs into the main living room when you're ready."

Draco sighed and fell backwards against his bed. He stared at the ceiling and decided he should go see his mother. She would probably make him feel better, or at least take his mind off things. Perhaps they could go shopping for new robes later.

When Draco arrived in the main lounge his mother was sitting next to the fireplace. Her hair was down and shinning against the light from the flames. She looked up and told him to sit down in the chair next to her.

"Why don't you invite over another friend? What about Crabbe and Goyle, you guys seem pretty close at school. Or so I'm told."

"Yah perhaps."

"Tell them to bring their brooms, you three could go outside and play some Quidditch. I haven't seen you practicing lately."

"Alright." Draco thought that that wasn't really a bad idea.

"Excellent, they'll be here at two. I already asked their parents."

Draco rolled his eyes.

The day went by and Draco forgot how much fun it can be with just the guys. They played Quidditch, two against one. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle were as good on a broom. Draco always caught the snitch first, and he always blocked the most quaffles. They hung out in his backyard talking and eating snacks. They made fun of some of the other students in the other houses- mainly the other Gryffindors of course. The conversation eventually took a more serious turn.

Crabbe asked Goyle and Draco, "Do you think you would ever become a Death Eater?"

Goyle replied, "I guess, I don't know how good I would be though. Never used much dark magic. I was told Prof. Snape said he would teach us more in our last two years."

"Yah that would be exciting. I mean using an illegal spell. That has got to be exciting." Draco pitched in.

"I heard your house is filled with dark objects." Crabbe commented.

"Yah perhaps, but there are many rooms that are locked. Until I can use magic outside of school, I couldn't get in."

"Ya true." Goyle said. "It's a shame. Sometimes I think they think we are still children. I mean next year we are going to be writing our O.W.L.S."

Crabbe and Goyle stayed for another hour until they were sent home for dinner. Lucius came home from work looking tired and slightly disheveled. His hair wasn't as sleek and neat as usual. Yet it almost worked in his favour, giving him a more weathered and powerful look. The first thing he did when he came home was give his wife a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arm around her thin waist and asked, "How was your day today dear? Hopefully less dramatic than mine."

"Oh yes, Draco had a few friends over. He's just in the lounge seeing them off. I spent the day dealing with the paper work about the property. Rather boring. Dinner is on the table."

"Excellent, I'm starving."

Dinner was roast, with potatoes, carrots and Yorkshire pudding. There was nice gravy to pour over top. Draco was always grateful that their house elves were good cooks. He sat there listening about the newest information on the ministry of magic. Supposedly Hogwarts would be getting a new D.A.D.A teacher. No one at the table could understand why the position wasn't given to Severus, but the ministry is trying to get a hold of Hogwarts and kick Dumbledore out.

"Anyways, enough about politics, Draco school starts in a few weeks. Tomorrow we should go get your books. I'm quite sure your mother would be happy to take you out, and I can meet you for lunch. How does that sound?"

"Excellent" Draco brightened up, knowing he would be getting new things and will have something exciting to do. Perhaps his mother would let him do some of his shopping on his own.