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Cousins

"Talking"

"Thinking"

It was only due to a lack of a house-elf that Draco was in this situation, walking down a dirt road to a muggle house. He had been made to clean out some junk in the manor's attic and came across a letter addressed to his father. Curiosity about the name drove him to read it. They didn't know any American Wizarding families.

But it quickly became clear that wasn't the case. The letter hadn't been from a wizard but from a muggle. And from the contents of the letter, this muggle dared to know his father personally. Draco went to find his father but found his mother instead. When she read the letter, she had gone pale. It didn't take her long to arrange a Portkey to America. She had been intent on going alone but Draco wanted to come too. He had been the one who found the letter.

"Remember, Draco," Narcissa Malfoy told him as they approached the house. "Mind your manners."

"I know, Mother," he said. They were about to enter a muggle household, and a farm at that. Since they were purebloods, they would have to be better. That meant not coming down to their level.

His mother rang the doorbell. It didn't take long for the door to open. "Yes?" the muggle asked. Draco thought he looked a little familiar, but he didn't know how. The man had tan skin and blonde hair. His clothes were stained with dirt, as if he didn't bother to change his clothes. Didn't he know better?

"Jonathan Kent?" Narcissa asked.

"Yes, that's me," he said with a welcoming smile. "I'm sorry, you are?"

"Narcissa Malfoy."

His smile widened, turning slightly more hopeful. "Any relation to a Lucius Malfoy?"

The question caught them both by surprise. "Yes, my husband."

"And that must mean you're Draco," he said, looking down at the twelve-year-old boy with that smile.

"I am," Draco answered, showing his pride. He was a Malfoy, and this muggle was beneath him.

Before Narcissa could say anything else, the muggle walked back inside. "Come in, come in." He waved them inside. "Sorry if the place is a bit of a mess. I didn't know you were coming."

Draco found himself sneering as he took in the sight of the kitchen. Didn't these muggles know how to clean up after themselves. The whole place looked a mess. Narcissa thought the same thing, albeit differently. She saw the clutter but also the care in everything. Clearly the man loved his house.

The muggle walked into the kitchen. "Sorry, we don't have any tea for you," he explained. "But we've still got some coffee brewing. Would you like a cup?" he asked Narcissa. "Getting here from England can be a drain."

He didn't outright say it, but Narcissa knew he was talking about Portkeys. "A cup for me," she said. "Draco will have water."

Jonathan filled a cup of coffee and a glass of water. He gave them to Narcissa and Draco respectfully and they gathered at the kitchen table. "So, what brings you to Smallville?" he asked, still wearing that smile.

Draco's mother reached into a pocket and pulled out the letter. "This." She placed it on the table and slid it towards him. The smile faded away as he read it. That was damning enough for her. "I take it you know what it means?"

The letter came down gently. "I was asking for help."

She frowned. That answer wasn't good enough. "You asked my husband if he could brew a fertility potion. Such a thing has been banned for the past hundred years." Draco was surprised by that. He had read the part about wanting a fertility potion, but he didn't it was illegal. So this muggle was trying to have his father do something illegal?

He winced at her words. "I didn't know about that. Look," he began, speaking before she could, "when I wrote that letter, my wife and I were trying to have a baby. But we were plagued by infertility." Draco didn't know what that word meant but it was clear his mother did. "We tried everything. I knew about Lucius and what he could do. I thought maybe, just maybe, there was something from his life that could help. So I sent that letter. It was a Hail Mary pass. If he had said no, I would've accepted it."

That…was acceptable for Narcissa. After all, he was a muggle and didn't know about their laws. If he had been trying for a child, a fertility potion must've seemed very appealing. "Be that as it may, you had no right demanding such a thing," she told him.

At first, the muggle looked a little amused. Then it changed to curious. "Didn't you read the second letter too?" he asked.

"…Second letter?" Draco was just as surprised as his mother. He had been so surprised by the first letter he never considered a second one. He hadn't looked for it.

"Yes. I wrote Lucius a second letter a week later, telling him to forget what I asked him. Something else happened."

"And just what was that something?" Draco wondered.

A door opened and closed somewhere at the back of the house. "Dad?" a boy's voice called out.

Jonathan Kent's eyes lighten as he turned around. "Clark, in the kitchen!"

A teenager walked in. Draco's first thought was that he was taller than he had any right to be. It was obvious that he was only a few years older than Draco, yet he was as tall as his father. He too wore stained clothes. Probably couldn't have been bothered to change and wash up.

Narcissa saw the same things her son did. She also noticed how blue his eyes were and his dark hair, all mixed in with a genuine curiosity. Muggle he might've been, there was no doubting this was a handsome boy. But she also noticed something else.

There was no way this boy was Jonathan Kent's actual son.

"Hello," Clark said to the strangers. "Are you friends of my dad?"

Jonathan Kent smiled. "Son, meet your cousins, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy."

It was only thanks to a lifetime of manners that Draco didn't spit out his water. It did nearly go down wrong though. "What?" he asked, speaking for the first time. His mother didn't chastise him for his outburst, that's how stunned she was.

While the son was equally surprised, the father looked at her with questioning eyes. "Lucius never told you?" She only shook her head. "I would've thought he might've mentioned me in passing. We tend to keep aware of each other."

They did? It was the first Narcissa had ever heard of it. Draco wasn't convinced. "I assume you have proof of your claim?" he all but demanded.

"Clark, there's a picture by the fireplace," the muggle told his son. "It's the one with the car. Can you bring it over?" Once the picture was in his hands, he gave it to Draco. "Have a look for yourself, son."

He swallowed the remark he had ready and looked at the picture. It was strange not to see the people move but it allowed Draco to see them clearly. It was two boys standing before a car. The one on the right was clearly Jonathan Kent with a happy smile. It was the boy on the left that got his attention, though. It was his father, wearing muggle clothes and with a confident smirk. He didn't seem upset to be standing so close to a muggle, only accepting.

"That was taken during the summer after my junior year," Jonathan Kent explained. "Just after we managed to get that car fixed and running." He smiled fondly at the picture. "My dad didn't like the fact we took for a joyride soon after. I don't think the back of my head felt the same after that. I'm sure it felt the same for Lucius."

The kitchen door opened and in walked Lucius, surprising Draco. "That day was your fault," he said to the muggle. He might've seemed his usual composed self, but his wife noticed the frantic look around his eyes. He must've come here as soon as he could.

"You were the one who wanted to drive," Jonathan Kent replied. "Your exact words, I believe, were 'how hard could it be?'" He looked at Narcissa. "The only time I've fled a herd of stampeding cows by flying off an unfinished bridge." While she processed that, doing her best not to laugh, he looked back at the man still standing. "Hey there, Luke." The words were spoken with the warmth of seeing an old friend.

"Jonathan." His eyes found Clark. "Your son?"

"Yeah. Clark, this is Lucius Malfoy."

Clark stood up and walked over. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy," he said with an open smile and his hand out.

Draco watched as his father shook the hand, surprised to see such a thing. This day was not going the way he thought it would. "So formal? There is no need for that, young man."

"Well, we did just meet, and I don't think I can call you Uncle Lucius yet." Draco bristled at the thought. How dare the muggle think he'd have the chance?

But his father just smiled. "Astute of you. I can accept Mr. Lucius, Clark." They sat down at the table, Clark by his father's side and Lucius by his family. Lucius looked to his wife and said, "I imagine you have questions?"


The story came out after that. Abraxas Malfoy, Draco's grandfather, discovered that his father had slept with an American woman during with his trip there, unknowing or uncaring that he left her pregnant. Abraxas had been disgusted by his father's actions and started searching for the woman. She might've been a woman, an American, and a muggle. But her child was of Malfoy blood and they looked after each other.

Eventually his searching led him to Smallville and found Hiram Kent. He introduced himself to the man and told him about their relationship. The first meeting didn't go well, thanks to how Hiram felt about the news and Abraxas's opinions on muggles. It would've been worse had Jonathan not walked in at that moment. Abraxas noticed how similar in age the boy was to his own son and suggested he bring Lucius so the two could meet.

The first meeting between Lucius and Jonathan nearly mirrored their fathers'. The only difference was that of a fight the two of them had against some other locals (Jonathan looking pointedly at Lucius whilst talking implied whose fault the fight was). After returning to the Kent farm a little battered but much more tolerated, their fathers decided that Lucius would start spending his summers with the Kents.

And now, Draco found himself in the same situation. It was made between the fathers, and he didn't have a choice in the matter. When he tried to protest, his father gave him the look that told him not to argue. His mother wasn't certain about either, but Jonathan Kent assured that he and his family would look after her son. It was all settled and done before the afternoon.

Once his parents left, assuring him that they would send him additional clothes soon, Draco started wandering around the farm. His face was locked in a disapproving sneer as he looked at everything. This was not how he wanted to spend his summer, stuck living with muggles on the other side of the ocean.

A part of him wondered just what his father was thinking. It was common knowledge amongst his peers and their families that Lucius Malfoy wasn't adamant about being a pureblood. He acknowledged that, as wizards, their status made them better than half-bloods, mudbloods, and muggles. But he also believed, and had told Draco, it was because of their superiority that they had to set the standard and live up to it, being an example to others. That was why he had followed the Dark Lord, or so he claimed.

Just how did living among muggles and their squaller show that wizards were better? All it showed Draco was how filthy their clothes were. No doubt they expected him to do the same kind of work. He was a Malfoy. This kind of work was beneath him!

At some point Draco had wandered into the barn. He wasn't sure how, but it didn't matter. He noticed a second floor. It looked someone lived here, or at least spent time here. There were some chairs about, along with a desk and a few bookcases. The books weren't anything Draco had read before, so they didn't have his interest. One thing that stood out was the telescope at the window, pointing to the sky. Someone clearly used it a lot and cared for it.

He heard footsteps coming up the steps. It was his supposed cousin. "Oh, hey there, Draco," he said.

"Kent," Draco replied, keeping it short. "What are you doing here?"

He gestured to the space around them. "The loft is kinda my space. But you're welcome to it if you want a place to hang."

Hang what? He shoved the question back down his throat. He would not look ignorant in front of the muggle. "Is there something you need?"

"No, just came so I could wrap my head around the situation." He finished climbing the steps and all but collapsed into the couch. "Mom and Dad are airing out the second bedroom. You'll be sleeping there."

"How perfect, a place to stay while I'm stuck here."

Kent frowned at the bitterness. "Are you going to be like this for the entire summer?"

"How would you feel if you were suddenly uprooted and placed in a strange land, unable to leave for months?" he asked. He didn't care how he sounded. He hated the situation he was in.

"Well, you're with family. That's got to be something."

Family? Draco had a hard time thinking they were family. Yet because his father said they were, and he had to believe that. What was also annoying was how similar Kent looked to Potter. It didn't help that Kent was bigger and stronger than but didn't try to lord it over him.

But that wasn't the worst part. Kent was clearly trying to be friendly. He didn't try to be insulting and didn't seem to mind insults. Potter would've scowled and responded in kind. Then he would've gone and done something that would've made him even more famous. It was galling for Draco to see it happen, especially when it should rightly happen to him.

Wanting something to distract him, Draco looked at the telescope. "Do you actually use this or is it for show?"

Kent looked at the telescope and smiled. "Yeah, I like looking at the stars."

So, at least that was something. Draco peered out the window (it looked more like a piece of the wall was missing to him). "Can you actually see the stars here? It doesn't look like it."

It didn't take long for Clark to join him at the window. "Best place for it."

He scoffed at that. "The best place would clearly be somewhere higher, like a tower."

Now that got his interest. "You mean your home has a tower for that?" He didn't know a lot about houses in England, but it didn't seem that far off to him.

"No, of course not. My school has that." It was a toss-away comment, one he didn't care to think about it.

But it intrigued Clark all the same. "Your school has a tower? Is it a part of a castle or something?"

It took Draco a moment to realize that he was sincere with his questions. "Yes."

"…Alright, you've got the cooler school." Going to a castle was much better than just going to a high school. "Any chance you can tell me about it?"

Draco did consider boasting about Hogwarts. But there was the Statue of Secrecy. The Kents might be related to his family, but they were still muggles. "No." It was short and to the point, just what was needed.

Kent was disappointed but he didn't push it. "Look, Draco." Draco bristled at the familiarity, but he didn't stop. "I know this isn't something you wanted to happen. I wasn't expecting it. But why don't you give us a try? Who knows, you might end up liking it."

Liking it? He looked out at the fences, where all the animals were. "Yes, because I'm going to enjoy working on a farm all day." If he could use his magic, it would be so much easier.

"Don't worry, we were going to start you off small." Draco looked back at him and saw his grin. "Mom's planning on having you help with the inside chores for the first few weeks before you go outside."

"Inside chores?"

"Y'know, cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, taking care of the bathroom."

Each sounded more horrible than the last. They were actually going to make him do all that? Draco would've been more disgusted if his curiosity hadn't latched onto a single word. "What's vacuuming?"

Kent's mouth opened, then closed into an amused smile. "Guess you wouldn't know what a vacuum is, huh?" He headed for the stairs. "C'mon, I'll show where everything is. That way, you'll know what to look for in the morning." Draco didn't like the sound of that but followed him all the same.


Draco tried to hate living with the Kents, and maybe he did, at first.

But there was just something about living with them that felt so…so…welcoming. He knew his parents loved him. They just didn't show it often. The Kents, on the other hand, had no problems letting him know how they felt. Martha Kent's approving smile made him feel as if he could accomplish a lot of things in the space of a day.

Jonathan Kent was always there to guide him in instructions and advice. Of course, he also had plenty of stories about the summers he spent with Draco's father. Plenty of them were shocking but also humorous. Draco didn't know that his father had a keen interest in muggle automobiles. It was something he had never seen at the manor. When he told Mr. Kent (it was hard to see him as an uncle just yet), he smiled and said, "Oh I'm sure he's got a subscription to a car magazine somewhere."

But it was Clark that Draco followed throughout the summer, meeting his friends and peers. The older teenager didn't mind the age gap between them, claiming he liked having Draco around. "It's kinda like having a little brother," he admitted one day. Draco never said anything, but that answer left a warm feeling in his heart.

However, Draco also noticed something about Clark. He seemed to have no trouble with the chores on the farm even when it could leave the adults with sweat, and he also moved quicker when he thought no one noticed. That wasn't something a muggle should be able to do. Was Clark a wizard and didn't know it?

Draco dismissed that idea. If Clark had been a wizard, MACUSA would've noticed and sent the proper letters. Perhaps Clark was just a strong muggle. Nothing to waste time thinking on. Not when there were other things to do.

There was plenty to do on the farm and around Smallville. But Draco considered the highlight of that summer was when the Kents splurged and got them tickets to a baseball game in Metropolis. Naturally he didn't think anything could top Quidditch, but the game did have an intriguing aspect to it. He couldn't explain it but somehow, he was riveted to his seat, watching everything that happened.

When the summer ended and it was time for Draco to head back home, he wasn't exactly rushing out the door to leave. The Kents and their farm had grown on him, and he had come to care for them too.

Martha gave him one last hug. "Goodbye, Draco," she told him. "I'm glad that you stayed with us."

Draco nodded and looked at her husband. "Mr. Kent," he began (it was still a little hard to see the man as an uncle), "if it is possible…would I be able to…?" He was scared to ask the question because of what the answer might be.

He got a smile in return. "Come back next summer?" Jonathan Kent asked for him. "Well, you'll have to check in with your dad, but I don't see the problem with it."

That brought a hope for next summer. "I'll talk to him." He looked at the last person standing on the porch. "I'll see you again, Clark."

His cousin smiled. "See you again, Draco. And don't worry," the smile turned mirthful, "I won't tell anyone about your new love of pop tarts."

Oh, he had to go there. Just because Draco never had them before and ate six at once one morning, he was never going to forget. He tried to fix Clark with a haughty sneer. "For that, I won't bother writing to you while I'm at school."

"That's okay. You can just tell me what happens when you come back next summer." Oh, he was impossible. And yet, Draco liked that about him.

He left the Kents with waves and another goodbye. As he walked down the path and joined his father, he understood why Lucius Malfoy never really told anyone about the Kents. It wasn't just the fact they were muggles and could possibly be a shame on the Malfoy name. It was more about the idea that time with the Kents was something for them and them alone.

As they walked out through the gate, Draco noticed his father giving him a knowing smirk. The elder Malfoy didn't say anything. But he knew what his son was thinking.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

Each time I went through the Smallville crossovers, even with Harry Potter, they always seemed to center on Chloe. While I understand she was unique to the series, I wanted to see a story that had a focus on Clark. So, I wrote this.

I am not putting Draco in leather pants. This is still a young Draco, he's a git who doesn't know much better. This is more about him living with a Noble Demon for a father. It might not be evident at the moment, but the attitude can and will change. Of course, Harry and his group are going to keep pushing his buttons.

If you're wondering if I put in a Dukes of Hazzard reference, let's go with that. I was more focused on what happened when Lucius was driving the car. As for that magazine subscription, he'll deny it, but he has one. It would be for more classy cars, something that matches his style. That alone would ruin any bonding he might have with Arthur Weasley over cars.

I'll see you all next chapter!