Does each chapter have to have a disclaimer? I should probably put one in, just to be safe. None of the recognizable characters, quotes, settings, whatever, they're not mine. They belong to the rightful owners. I am not making any profit.
Flutes, the Malfoy's Head Elf (a title he wore with pride) announced Draco's arrival promptly.
"Ah, yes, come in Draco" Lucius Malfoy beckoned with his pale hand, "have a seat."
"You, ah, requested, my presence?" questioned Draco, eyes scanning the room. No sign of Narcissa. "Where's mother?"
"She will be joining us shortly," Lucius said with no emotion whatsoever. "As for why we, requested, your "presence", We've, and I mean all three of us, have been summoned for trial."
"I figured as much. And you need me because...?" said Draco.
"Well, your trial is in two weeks, so we should start to go over the things you'll be saying." Lucius informed him, as though he was stupid.
"One moment please father, you're actually considering, going to the trials, actually showing up, answering questions and, undoubtedly, getting thrown in Azkaban? Have you gone mad?" Draco was looking at his formidable father figure with apparent awe showing very clearly on his face. After a moment or two, he sat back in his seat and closed his emotions away once more.
"Yes Draco," His father began, "all three of us will be on time and at our trials. As for getting thrown into Azkaban...Son, we are Malfoy's. Do you really think we will let that happen?" If Draco Malfoy was at all puzzled, he worked through it very quickly,
"And you plan on selling out our, ahem, colleagues," he chose his words very carefully, "to the Ministry in order to keep yourself out of Azkaban." He didn't display any kind of reaction to this realization.
"Yes." Said Lucius shortly. "I believe Narcissa should join us now. Flutes, fetch her." The elf bowed and disappeared with a "pop". For a few minutes, father and son sat in utter silence. Neither showing anything that could be taken for a second as emotion on their similar faces. When Flutes announced,
"Narcissa Malfoy is here Masters." Both of them turned their heads to the grand double french doors. They opened, and Narcissa Malfoy walked in. Up close, Draco saw. Draco saw her pallor, the sheen of sweat on her face, the tremble of her hand as she clutched to her cane, the apparent fragility to her already delicate frame. He saw her hollow eyes and gaunt face. Narcissa looked dead. Despite her appearance and obvious illness, she help her self incredibly straight and proud. For longer than a moment this time, Draco allowed his shock and worry show on his face. He jumped up to help his mother into the room.
"No no Draco, I'm quite alright." She wheezed. Obviously not all that convincingly.
"Don't be daft Narcissa." Lucius cut in, "let the boy help, if you will not let me." Draco lowered her onto the sofa beside his father.
"So as you can see Draco, Narcissa is ill. She will not have a prayer of surviving Azkaban."
"Then I will die. I will not betray the ones who fought with us, no matter what side they were on." Comprehension dawned on Draco. Of course his mother would refuse to do anything remotley dishonest to the ones who were with her. Must be the Black genes.
"Then what's the plan father?" Lucius leaned back and opened his mouth.
A/N: Yay! Chapter 2. No Hermione in this one, but I didn't know how to fit her and Harry in. Such a lovely couple, I'd hate for anything to go wrong with them..;) Also, just for the record, a few people have messaged me asking about Ron. I just don't like him with Hermione very much, so he's with Padma. I should probably get started on ch.3 now. Will you please do me a favour? Please review? I want to improve!