[a/n]Sequel to #120 #122 #123 & #124.

Harry Does Different DXXVa

Malfoys Don't Kneel 5

The na-Duke of the Moste Noble House of Malfoy was only semi-conscious as he was Levicorpused from the ritual combat floor. The cheater and the bitch, as he thought of Susan and Harry, were busy congratulating themselves over his humiliation. Had his wand been to hand he would have killed both. It would have been so easy. Hate and pain kept him awake in spite of analgesic potions. The teenage wizard was resentful, rude and obnoxious [according to St Mungo's records] during his two-day stay.

"Thank you for the honor of allowing us to treat your son, m'Lord Malfoy." Healer Johnson bowed to the sour-looking father "Every diagnostic spell confirms there will be no longterm damage. While I would prefer he remain another night, for observation. Nevertheless, I do not see any harm, as long as he completes the prescribed potion regimen."

The senior Malfoy smiled, tightly "I appreciate your concern, Healer. But his mother, well, you know how a mother can be. Can't keep them apart too long."

"I have missed Mum, as well, Dad." The younger Malfoy had the same expression. "I do have much to do this summer, Healer."

Johnson again bowed "You are formally discharged, then, young sire. Please contact my office with any questions or needs." And gestured toward the exit.

Abcij

The central fireplace of Malfoy Castle began glowing, then flamed green. Student, then parent.

"Draco!" in the privacy of HER home, even with the Dark Lord in residence, Narcissa Malfoy's Pureblood persona was in abeyance. She lovingly embraced her beloved son "Do not worry your Mother like that again! Oh, I'm so pleased."

While the Malfoy heir pondered many changes during his hospitalization, his devotion to his Mother was absolute "I am quite well. Bones' betrayal of the cause and Potter's cheating will NOT go unavenged. I promise you. Ugh!"

"You will behave yourself, boy!" Lucius had struck his son across the back of the head with the snakehead-cane that concealed his wand "Your self-aggrandizement has cost this family dearly!"

Draco pulled away from Narcissa and shoved back "Don't hit me! GG20,000 is pocket change to a Moste Noble House!"

"Then you will pay it. Personally." Lucius snarled and went on "Worse it the shame. Think before you act, boy!"

Draco snapped back "I have been doing little else, lately."

"The Bones are a Moste Ancient AND Moste Noble House. The chit is titular head! Fool!" raged Lucius. Harry would recognize his current skin tone "If that embarrassment was not bad enough, the Dark Lord …of course… has heard of this debacle. You will have to explain your disgrace, personally!"

Unimpressed, the teen gestured "Lead the way Father."

Abcij

"Lucius, and you've brought young Draco." Voldemort greeted them almost jovially and waved a permissive hand. Other assembled Death Eaters stopped talking, eager to see whatever transpired. He commanded "Enter. And approach, both of you."

The Head of House Malfoy, incidentally owner of the residence, knelt, put his head to the floor then kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robe. "m'Lord I - -"

"Pathetic!" this exclamation from the teen. Followed by a contemptuous foot, knocking his vulnerable father on his side.

Lucius rolled and half-stood, growling "Draco!" And froze at the sight of a trained wand.

"Hold!" Voldemort commanded his followers, though only a couple wands were even half-drawn. Like some, he seemed almost amused "Explain yourself young one."

Not taking his eyes from his father, Draco explained "Strictly speaking, it's a family affair. But as you are a guest, why not. HE …and Mother… taught me to be proud of my heritage. No Malfoy bows, they taught me. Look at him! Face in the dust, arse in the air! In his own house no less! Crucio!"

Lucius shook and convulsed, briefly. The Unforgivable wasn't especially long-lasting, or intense. But it did overload the older wizard's nerves. He gritted out "You'll pay!"

"Something we'll return to." Voldemort smirked "By all accounts, you were less than impressive against Potter, Draco. Nor have you pleased me, fully aware as you are of my orders on THAT subject."

Seemingly unaware he was pushing the boundaries, the teen went on "Bones got what she deserved. How could I know Potter was going to stick his nose in? It was a matter of face."

"Still, even your failure provides useful information." The Dark Lord fell silent for a time, then "It will take further thought. For now, you seem to have a lot on your mind. Please, young Malfoy, share with us."

Lucius was ready to lunge at his son, but Narcissa pushed him back. This somewhat gentle Dark Lord was strange to the old hand Death Eaters.

"Potter and Bones made me bow and scrape. Just like Lucius, there, does. And in his own home." Draco shot a contemptuous look to his father "Teach me enough to fight. To kill. The Bones, Potter. I will never grovel like that again. And I will make them pay!"

Voldemort eased back in his throne, and thought briefly, then "I do not have time to teach, Draco. I am not Dumbledore. But I think we can accommodate you. Bella, an assignment for you. Test our young initiate to his limits, see how committed he truly is. Lucius, I do not interfere with the internal affairs of the families under my protection, so what we witnessed is between you and your son. Now, I require privacy with the Rowles and Carrows for a time. The rest of you are dismissed."

"My Lord." Everyone bowed their acknowledgement, either walking out or apparating away.

Voldemort had a last touch "Just one thing, young Malfoy. Crucio!" And as the spell made the teen twitch violently, explained in a teacher tone "Do not think Wizenamot rules apply to me. You will bow! Now, for you four- -" the Dark Lord smirked until the screaming stopped.