A/N: Okay people I'm opening this chapter a little differently, so please let me know if I should continue it that way, it's the way im linking the chapters together..I might just do it this time, I don't know. I also wrote this at 4 am on Friday morning, I had been stressing all week how to write it then it came to me after I was done watching FEVER PITCH, so I had to write it down. Well let me know if you like it...please comment...like I said this is my first fan fiction, criticism is welcome.

Chapter 2: Lethargic

Over a thousand miles away blonde haired seventeen year old wasn't wakened until nine in the morning, but not by a dream, but still by something unwelcome.

"Wake up, Wake up, Wake up" Draco's mother cooed to him while sitting on his bed.

But the only response Narcissa Malfoy got was Draco rolling over in bed. With that she stood up and went over to the windows and pulled back the thick emerald green curtains, filling the room with light.

"Aagggghhh" Draco cried

"Not today" said Narcissa. "You have to get up, I'm going shopping, and you're coming with me."

"Why?" Draco asked annoyed at his mother.

All summer he hadn't woken up before noon, partly because he was always out until all hours of the night partying with Blaise.

"Because I want you to , and we're going to get you a new wardrobe, school starts in a few weeks, and you don't want to bring the wardrobe you brought last year do you?" Narcissa teased

With that Draco sat straight up in bed. Shopping was one thing he liked to do with his mother, if it was for him of course. That was also the thing that set him apart from other boys. He loved to shop, for clothes. He was very much a vain boy, well not vain per say, he just took pride in the way he looked an he always had to look his best.

"Alright mother" he drawled half asleep "Just let me take a shower and get dressed"

"Very well" Narcissa said, "But we leave in two hours, so you need to be showered, dressed and have eaten my eleven"

"Very well mother" he said condescendingly

When she left his room, Draco fell back onto his bed, he figured he could lay there for another ten minutes at least. While he laid there he thought about what he was going to buy and where he wanted to go. Finally Draco dragged himself out of bed and walked over to the shower. When he go there he looked in the mirror and noticed he had a considerable amount of bed head, along with a surprise in his silken boxers.

"First cold shower, then hot shower" he muttered

He turned on the shower. While he waited for it to warm up he took off his clothes and looked into the mirror at his naked body. He looked at the front, he turned around and looked over his shoulder at his back, then to each of his sides. "I look good" he thought, and then stepped in.

After forty-five minutes, he liked to take his time, Draco hoped out of the shower and picked out his clothes for the day. He picked out a simple black t-shirt with a white dragon on it from Billabong (the only muggle store he went to), a pair of Khaki cargo shorts and a pair of sandals. The he blow dried his hair, and smoothed some moisturizing creme on his face and headed down to the kitchens. By the time he got there he looked at the clock and realized that is was ten twenty-five, "Only enough time for a couple blueberry waffles" he thought. After he made his request to the house elves, he went into the dining room to sit with his mother.

"Good morning mother" he greeted

"Good morning Draco" she replied

As he sat down he glanced at his fathers seat, which was now empty, and would always be empty. Over the summer Harry Potter had defeated The Dark Lord, then him and The Order killed all the other Death Eaters as well, besides Blaise's father, who was still in hiding. Draco loathed Harry even more for this, along with Ron and Hermione. The longer he stared at the chair, the more, at that moment at least, he missed his father every second. Lucius wasn't the best father granted, but he was still Draco's father, and with that Draco always showed a certain amount of love, admiration, and respect towards the man. The house elves had brought Draco his waffles along with some orange juice, and after he finished it was ten forty-five. Draco and Narcissa gathered their things and headed off to Diagon Alley, Draco still thinking about his father.

A/N: well I really hope you liked it please let me know, good or bad, or I will think no one likes it and I will not continue writing. MMUUAAAHHH