Merlin's hairy old bellybutton… Was I seriously that bad growing up?
Now ten years old, Draco stood on his bed, refusing to wear his robes. I watched poor Dobby fall onto this knees, begging his Master to wear the clothes. I looked at him in pity. The blisters on his hands hadn't even finished growing from the day before when he had to punish himself for Draco's misbehavior in the parlor.
I thumped Draco hard on the back of his head as he pranced around the room only in his underwear. Honestly, watching his scrawny skinny little body flung about was not my idea of…
Well, me.
Seriously? Was I SERIOUSLY that bad? I watched in horror as Dobby scrambled after Draco as he giggled and ran around, throwing his underwear off. It landed unceremoniously on top of Dobby's head. He let out a high pitched squeak, trying to disentangle his floppy ears from the material.
Hey, don't look at me. I tried yelling at him a few minutes ago. He can't hear me anymore. The most I can do now is slightly influence him in his actions. Notice the stress on "slightly".
How could a child get so insane; I bet you're all wondering? Well… It's all Mother's fault, really. She shouldn't have let Draco order everything from Honeydukes for his birthday.
Alright, fine. You got me. It was partly my fault too… I just couldn't help it! All those boxes of candy just staring at me, calling out my name… (Literally, it was calling out my name. Those nasty little buggers can see me, apparently. Let me tell you, for something so sweet, those candies aren't very nice…) my mouth watered; it's been so long since I've tasted food, let alone candy. So I just kind of nudged Draco towards those taunting candies, flashing images and memories of sweet, sugary goodness in his mind…
Let's not forget that I am Draco Malfoy, probably one of the most talented, deceiving, and most manipulative wizard you'd ever have the misfortune to meet. So it was (literally) a piece of cake pushing Draco to getting those candies… But now I'm kind of regretting it. The sugary hyper-ness that comes to a kid is practically impossible to control. I mean, maybe try getting him a new broom or something. A chess set. Maybe even another personal house elf! But really, raid the candy store? What was I (and Mother) THINKING? If at all!
I mean, sure, if Draco was some muggle kid who had to watch his own allowance, it would be fine. But with his pocket money… He could rent a small island to myself for a couple of weeks. And he was ten years old.
Ridiculous, now that I think about it. Why did I need that much money anyway?
Suddenly, an owl swooped in, dropping an envelope onto the table as it flew towards a perch at the side of the window. Unfortunately at that moment, Draco decided to run towards the perch, pummeling into the incoming owl. The boy and bird fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs and feathers. Poor Draco fell face first into the pile of owl droppings that was scattered around on the newspaper that lined the perch.
Oh crap. I should've seen that coming.
Speaking of crap… Oh my God, please tell me that the black stuff in his teeth are cavities and not bird poop. Wait. No, it's not a cavity; one just moved from its place. Why is his tongue touching it?
Oh my god… SPIT IT OUT, MAN! SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT-
He swallowed it. Good Merlin, the boy swallowed it.
He sat up, blinking. Concern dawned on his face as he turned to his owl and checked it for any injuries.
"Owly, are you okay?" he asked the owl worriedly. He pulled his arm out and coaxed it onto him to examine it properly. The owl hooted in what seemed to be disdain, turning its head the other way and staring up at the ceiling, but otherwise it seemed to be fine.
Dobby, the smart elf he was, seized this small moment of peace and magically retrieved the pieces of feces that were still lodged onto Draco (thankfully). He then snapped his fingers and THANK MERLIN the boy was clothed.
Draco sighed, his sugar rush dissipating rapidly. He leaned back on his elbows and watched Owly fly around. His eyes wandered over to the letter laying on the table. I grinned, unable to contain my excitement as Draco squealed and ran over as he saw the Hogwarts crest on the seal.
"Mother! Mother!" he yelled. I whooshed by him as he flew down the stairs and burst into the parlor where Mother was seated with Mrs. Parkinson.
"What is it, dear?" asked Mother. She set her cup of tea down onto the tray and cast a nervous glance at Mrs. Parkinson. I wonder if she's still sore about the whole making her turn bald thing… It wasn't Draco's fault, to be honest. I actually kind of rooted him on. Shh, don't tell anyone though. I'm supposed to have that whole "responsible" thing going on. She just shouldn't have gone on and on and on about Pansy and his future children. I mean, good Merlin, woman, have you seen your daughter? I don't think you would be cruel enough to make your daughter pass on those genes to any poor defenseless little baby. Also, I want my children to be as good looking as me!
Actually, I take that back. My daughter's beauty had caused me quite a lot of problems back in my day. (Did I really just say "back in my day"? Oh good Merlin, I'm starting to sound like an old geezer!). How I hated those hordes of boys pining after her, worshipping the ground she walked on… Darn those gorgeous Malfoy genes.
Anyway, needless to say, she had gotten on Draco's (and mine) nerves. And it wasn't his fault, exactly. He still can't control his magic. That was kind of my job. Apparently I am the one who controls his force of magic and whatever.
I was pretty ticked off, so I just sat idly and watched as Mrs. Parkinson's hair slowly fell off of her scalp all at once. The look on her face was priceless when she saw the large clump of hair sliding across her face and landing with a soft plop right on her carefully buttered crumpet.
Of course, that was nothing compared to the high pitched shrieks that followed. I winced. Like mother, like daughter.
But yes, it was simply priceless.
One thing I was disappointed in Draco with was that he blamed it all on Dobby. Of course, who would question a wizard when there was an elf involved? Lucius sent Dobby away to iron his hands while letting Draco sneer at him and sing nasty taunting songs to him. Honestly, "Dobby is a smelly elf, a stinky smelly elf-y elf, nah nah nah-nah nah," was very… un-witty. I could have come up with so much better!
I digress.
"I got a letter from Hogwarts! My letter came!" exclaimed Draco happily as he ran to show Mother. I watched her face melt into a happy smile as she took the letter from him and tore the envelope open, scanning the letter. She pulled out the school supplies list and ran through the items. Draco jumped up and down in excitement as Mother raised her eyes at him.
"Looks like you're finally getting a wand, Draco," she said. Draco squealed excitedly and tugged onto Mother's sleeves.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go to Diagon Alley right now!" he cried happily, pulling on Mother's hand. Mrs. Parkinson clucked her tongue in disapproval. "Such rash behavior for a person of such high class," she tutted, snapping her purse shut.
Hmm, looks like someone is still a little sore from the other day...
Just at that moment, a small pop came, followed by a rather tubby looking elf with a small skinny girl clutching onto its arm.
"Mummy! Mummy!" the girl cried, flipping her long black hair back after displaying a rather exaggerated motion of disgust from touching an elf. "I got my Hogwarts letter! Let's go get my wand!" she exclaimed as ran over to Mrs. Parkinson and tugged on her sleeve, unknowingly mimicking Draco's earlier behavior. Mrs. Parkinson's face reddened.
"Eat your words, bitch," I snickered in the background.
"Draco, why don't you take Pansy up into your room and play for a while while Mrs. Parkinson and I finish off our tea," suggested Mother. Draco let out a big sigh and trudged out of the room, Pansy following him out.
Pansy ran over to Draco and compared her school supplies list with his. Draco rolled his eyes, muttering off to himself. He turned around to check if either one of their mothers were watching and then tugged at one of her long locks.
"Ow," she cried, rubbing her head. "That hurt!" Draco muffled a laugh behind his hand mischievously. "What are you going to do about it, Pansy?" he sneered at her as he pushed her to the floor. She blinked her big blue orbs up at him as they slightly welled up.
I rolled my eyes. How typical of me. I remember my crush on Pansy very, very well. I chided him, helping the girl up. I let out a sigh as my hand fell through her body. This was getting annoying. Whatever. Can't say I didn't try.
"You're nothing but a big old meanie," sniffed Pansy as she dusted herself off. Draco gasped.
"I'm not a meanie! You're the meanie," he retorted (rather childishly, I might add).
"Am not," she relied calmly. The calm demeanor she wore ticked Draco off.
"Are too!"
Am not."
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"ARE TOO!"
"AM NOT!"
"ARE TOO!"
"OH YEAH?"
"YEAH!"
"WELL, I'M RUBBER AND YOU'RE GLUE! WHATEVER YOU SAY BOUNCES OFF ME AND STICKS BACK TO YOU!"
Draco gasped again. "You used a muggle saying! Ooooh, someone's in trouble now," he said, sniggering. Pansy looked up at him, horrified.
"Youwouldn't really tell Mother, would you?" she asked in a quiet whisper. Draco stopped his little laugh suddenly and stared at her terrified expression. "Of course not," he replied softly. "You're my best friend. I was just joking," he said, sticking his hand out for her to take. She smiled and took his hand. Draco felt a little guilt tug at the pit of his stomach (my doing, of course) as he tried to change the subject.
I closed my eyes. I knew that more than any mother, Pansy's was probably among the worst. She was kind of like the female version of Father.
Cold.
Unloving.
Abusive. Oh Merlin, was that woman abusive. Many a time Pansy had come along with a few bruises here and there. I, an oblivious idiot at the time, never knew. Although I would come to find out soon…
I turned my attention back to the children. Draco was asking her to play with him on his broomstick. She reluctantly walked over to the broom. I nudged him, trying to make him notice that she didn't want to play on the brooms. He saw her wistfully look at her tea set before walking over to his broomstick and mounting it.
"Maybe we can play tea party instead," he said quickly. She looked at him in surprised. I stuck a quick excuse in his head. "Er, I don't want you breaking my broom or anything of the sort," he said with his nose in the air. She thought for a moment before shrugging and dismounting the broom. She let out a happy "okay," and skipped over to her tea set that had been set up. (Draco secretly played with Owly the stuffed owl and Owly the real owl and Dobby whenever Pansy left the set at the manor).
Oh good Merlin, I think this boy is too girly for his own good! I watched him set up Owly and summoned Dobby and Pansy's elf and made them sit in their designated seats.
Oh my god, is he seriously sipping his "tea" with his pinky finger in the air?
This is not good. Something must be done about this soon.
"Would you like some biscuits, Miss Pansy?" Draco said as he held up a plate of imaginary cookies. Pansy sat straight up in her chair and smiled. "Why, yes, please, Mr. Draco," she replied in a stuffy manner. They burst into giggles.
Correction. Something must be done about this NOW.
A/N: Well? What do you all think? Please leave me a review :)