Previously on Catch-22: Charms and Privileges.
"We, Draco, us Malfoy Males are part Veela. Your Veela protection shield will become undone when the clock strikes midnight and your true beauty and grace will come to light. You'll find women will fall at your feet more than they do so all ready, you'll find you'll have more advantages than you already do. You'll grow into the man you'll become. But the most important thing of all is..."
"The most important thing of all is out their is our destiny. Our rose, the flower of our lifes. The one we will cherish and give all we have to. Our mate."
By this time Draco's eyes had widened considerably to the size of dinner plates at his fathers words. This was totally unexpected and he was totally unprepared for it.
"Ma-mate?" Draco stumbled over his words, which is very un-Malfoy like.
"Yes Draco, our mate. She will become our reason for living each day. The one who makes the fire in our belly come alive, the one who makes the room shine more bright when she enters. She will become our very soul. The flower that opens up new doors and brightens our lifes; awakes the man with in us."
"Is mother your mate?" Draco asked pretty bluntly but he didn't care. He watched something flick in his father's eyes and it felt as though the tempreture in the room had gone stone cold.
"No. We were forced to marry by a unbreakable betrothal created by are fathers long before we ccould walk or talk." Lucius decided it was time to spill all to his son.
"What you have to understand Draco is things where done differently in our days. We did not have the choices you have now. Our fathers ruled our lifes. My mate was the most beautiful creature to ever come across my line of vision. I'll never forget her, nor will I ever deny her. You will not see yer, nor will you ever have the privilage to meet her. We are all intitled to a private life. I respect your mother enough not to flaunt her in her face and if we pass in public we make no recognition we know each other. It's easier on both sides this way. I have not seen her since you where born. We write regularly but since the Dark Lord, re-rose to power I could not write or see her."
Draco was utterly speachless. His father had never shared anything like this before with him. Never! He didn't dare look at his mother.
"Where you not alloud to marry her?" He asked, curiousity burning within him.
"My father, did all he could to break the contract but on their drunken bender they manged to ruin are lifes in a short space of time. She was acceptable and would of made the perfect wife. But life is never fair and this was one of those situations where you just had to live with it and deal with it like Malfoy's do."
"But.. That doesn't seem fair? Why should you of both had to suffer if you didn't love each other?" Draco asked frowning. Then his eyes widened, "I'm not betrothed to anyone am I?"
Lucius smirked slightly amused by his son's quick wit and thinking.
"No. I did not want the same life for you I had to live."
Draco relaxed considerably.
"Would you two divorce if you could?" Draco asked carefuly.
"Yes. Your mother has a lover and I have my mate I must see. You'll have your mate and a growing family along with taking over the Manor. But I'll say this once and I'll say this now. Do not make the same mistakes we and our ancestors made. Learn and live from them. It is not the life I would of chosen for my self and would not want the same for you. I will warn you also Draco to end you playboy ways. I know of the life style you lead at Hogwarts and the rumers. When you find her, cherish her, don't push her, let her come to you."
"How do you know when you find her and what if she's a muggle or mudblood?" Draco asked. He had hundreds of questions running through his mind.
"Accept it, it's fait. I'll make this acception due to the cercumstances, if she is either one of those. I know you wont be able to help your feelings for her and that you are not doing it delibrately to rub it in or trying to destroy the Malfoy name."
"Thank you father."
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to deal with and a floo call to make."
With that Lucius left the room, not wanting to be in the same place as Narcissia who was burning a hole in him as we speak. He did not even want to look at her. To see her reaction to what he just said. Though he felt like a tone of bricks had just been lifted off his shoulders and that he felt lighter than he had done in years. Maybe it was time to move on, leave the past behind them and start afresh, persue the paths they want to and live the lifes they wish to lead. Go their seperate ways instead of continuing living the cursed life their fathers gave.
He hadn't seen her in years, not since the Dark Lord rose to power once more. It wouldn't of been wise too but he felt a suden pang of longing for her. To be near her, to see her, to hold her and feel her. First things first he needed to contact Severus to make sure she's still living in the same place as the last time he saw her.
Narcissia didn't know what to think... How to feel. She thought the'd passed all this. But having it all be brought up and by the man himself brought a whole new fresh waves of feeling. Maybe she'll owl Arthur and give him the latests news of developments. Maybe they could all be happy soon?
Have their own happy endings?
A/N: Pshhh yeah right? Is their such things as Happy endings? And who could this Arthur be? Hmmm... I wonder?