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Chapter 5
Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz, bz… "London main hospital, how may I help you?"
"Hello this is Lucius Malfoy speaking."
"Hello sir."
"If I'm not mistaken you recently accepted a young boy named Harry Potter?"
"One moment sir, let me check."
There was a tiny pause when the sound you could hear was typing and clicking
"Yes, you are correct Mister Malfoy, Harry Potter, age seventeen is in room 244 and his current doctor is Mist-"
"That's fine; I don't care about the details. What I'm interested in is… would you be so kind and tell me the date when he will be released?"
"I don't think that's possible Mister Malfoy, Harry Potter is in an intensive care at the moment and if I'm not mistaken he's in a clinic coma, not reacting to our treatments."
Lucius was starting to get angry. There was one thing he could do for his son and people were obviously having trouble with it.
"How do you think that's not possible?!"
"I..I..me..mean doctor said that he's not in condition to be released yet, I mean he's still in coma."
"So I've heard." He said in a little more calm voice. "Well then we'll just have to move him into Malfoy manor and wait for him to wake up."
"S..sir I don't think that's possible either, because at the moment he's a fugitive of some sort and we have him in our care as well as in our treatment. You'll just have to wait until he wakes up and…"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Y..yes sir?"
"I don't think we understand each other, let me talk to Miss Ling okay?"
"Umm I think she's busy now, she said she doesn't want to have any disturbances for three hours."
"Now!"
"Oh…Okay"
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"Hey there beautiful." Someone whispered into Draco's ears. He quickly turned around and…
"Oh, Severus, it's only you."
"Hmmm only me, you say that to me after two years of…"
Draco looked at him amusedly and smiled slightly. "It's nice to see you uncle Sev," Blonde boy hugged his godfather lightly.
"That's better, you see, that wasn't so hard my boy."
"Don't you call me boy… you, you… I'm an adult now so don't you start patronizing me," he said proudly, with a faking pout.
"Someone's edgy…"
"Yea…you know I've just had a though week and I don't know what to do now when everything is so messed up…"
Severus Snape looked at him apologetically and touched his shoulder. "I know, Lucius told me everything. I mean about the boy and…"
Draco sighed. "I don't even know him Severus and…and I don't want to be emotionally attached to people, you know that. But when I look at him, I mean he looks so pale and lifeless, he looks so dead, lying there on those artificially white sheets…"
He looked at Severus. "I feel like I'm going through everything again, and I know I don't have anyone…so lonely…"
"And that explains what are you doing up here?" He shoved at the night sky.
"You always had a thing for the night view, didn't you?"
"I guess you're right, but it's the only thing that can relax me." Draco got up form the chair that he has been sitting in and put his glass on the table.
"The only thing?" Severus asked amusedly. "Then what are you doing with that glass of whiskey every time I see you. I'm sure you are not just holding hands."
"Ha ha" Draco muttered silently
"So, do you want a drink while you're telling me why you are here?"
Severus looked up. "Here," he asked quickly
"You know…here…as in my office, here as in London."
"Oh, I wanted to talk about your father…Draco… he's very unhappy and sad. He has been for a long time now and it hurts me to see him so fragile all the time."
Blonde boy stopped in the middle of pouring brown liquid into glass. "It's his fault and he knows it. He took everything away from me, but he knows that too."
"But you didn't even give him a chance to explain, Draco I know that what he did does not excuse consequences, but still you should give him a chance, it's humanly to do so."
"Humanly," Draco smirked evilly his eyes burning. "I'll tell you what my father knows about morals. He knows nothing! I was almost a child when I had to watch how he killed my mother. I had to start my life my life again because of that, but do you think someone cared? No one did, everyone saw Lucius like a God, because he had the power to kill his wife!"
A tear made a path down Draco's cheek, but he wiped it away proudly. "Don't you tell me that he knows what's humanly and what is not, because he doesn't!"
Severus walked to young boy and hugged him. "There are a lot of people who care and your father is among them. Just because he made a wrong decision does not make him a bad man. He blames himself… he does and I think that after two years of completely ignoring him, you could at least give him a chance to explain."
"Look I know that there's something between you two," Severus shrouded slightly in his seat. "But seriously, at this point of my life I don't care, so unless you want me to start giving you advices…"
"I understand you… so why don't you tell me again why do you want to keep this boy for yourself then." The older man smirked playfully.
"From what I heard form Lucius he seems to be quite a catch. I mean he's already on the top list, from what I've heard."
"I…I don't know what to say about him. If I had to describe him with one word I wouldn't know which one too choose. Beautiful or stupid." Draco seemed to be quite uncomfortable at the moment so Severus Snape didn't push it, but there seemed to be something more…
"So why don't you tell me about Nina? I mean you two have been dating for how long now…2 months?"
Draco paled. "Yea, umm you know we just had a huge fight. I mean she said something about…"
There was a pause when no knew what to say.
"Yea, well she mentioned something about the time when I hired a few… you know when I invited home some…some ladies."
"Well that's new to me; I would never have thought that she would say something like that. I always thought that she was a nice girl."
Draco frowned: "Every girl is a nice girl until you deny her something. And that's what happened here. Besides I think that we were functioning only on physical level."
"…"
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Keys were thrown on the table while Draco walked to his mini bar. He purred himself a glass of whiskey and automatically pushed the button on his answering machine.
Hello Draco, this is your father speaking. I'm calling from my office but I think you were able to recognize the telephone number. Well I didn't want to disturb you by calling on your sell phone so I thought I'll leave you message here. I'm sorry to say that Harry Potter, you know that friend of yours you mentioned. He's still in coma and the doctors said he can't be brought to your home as you requested. They compromised that manor is a better choice so he's staying here at the moment. Just until he wakes up. I don't want to ask any questions about the boy but you'll need to tell me someday why I just risked my job by yelling at Miss Ling. You know how though she can get. Call me tomorrow when you arrive, I'll be staying in my office all day, but I'm sure you still have the keys. Harry is in your old room. And you were right, he is something special.
Peep announced the end of message.
"I really don't know what I'll do with you Harry." Draco muttered to himself.
There were times when he looked at his life and realized that there were people who had it worse than him. But then again, there were times when he had to go through things that weren't supposed to exist in the first time.
Draco slowly started to sip his drink and…
"Then what are you doing with that glass of whiskey every time I see you. I'm sure you are not just holding hands."
"He knows nothing, no one knows anything."
The words echoed silently through walls of Draco Malfoy's apartment as the blond boy gently lowered himself on the sofa and drifted to sleep
"Draco, there is no need for you to watch this"
"Stop acting like you know me, for the first time in your life Lucius." Draco spat. He didn't know that those words stung his dad more than he let himself show. To be hated by your son so much…and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I need to do this. Narcissa would want me to do this" he whispered mostly to himself as he strongly gripped the plug.
With one pull…
"piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…"
Draco's eyes snapped open…
"Fuck!"
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Saturday's morning was simply beautiful. The church near Malfoy mansion chimed seven o'clock when Draco came to the doors. If you were, by any possibility standing behind a huge bush of white flowers, you would notice young man trying to grab a door knob.
Draco was standing before doors for at least five minutes, but when he finally decided to open it, he realized they were locked.
"Right… the key."
The irony.
The key was in a small jar just next to the iron fence. By the way Malfoy mansion looked, no one would have thought that the key to enter it, would be just a meter away from the main door. In a small jar no less.
Draco tightly grabbed small object and opened the door. When he entered his previous home, he remembered the smell.
The house, mansion didn't smell like the rest of the old houses did. It smelled like fresh rain even though no one entered it for a very long time.
First thing you noticed when you went in was huge staircase. It looked magnificent, but you would expect it to be that way. The fence was made of white marble and was cold on touch.
Small steps were echoing through the corridor when Draco made his way upstairs. He never liked his room.
Not because of the view, but simply because the walls of his room were too thin, due to the fact his room was first on the first floor.
Young Draco always heard everything that happened in house. The fights between his parents, meetings that were taking place in father's study…
Blonde man stood in front of his room, listening to the sound of peeping that was muffled by doors.
The sound was not as quiet as it should have been.