Lucissa one-shots

Ashamed of you

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟦, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘷

This chapter is longer than normal, but I wrote it with pleasure:)

I just came back from Goyle and Crabbe. I waste my time every time I hang out with them, but I have to because otherwise, I would be bored. So, when I was at home, you could say I was pretty grumpy. I wanted to go straight to my room, but my parents were sitting in the living room. ''And there is Draco, finally found the way back  home.'' my father said. I wanted to ignore him and go to my room, but this time my mother called me. ''Draco, we have some news, so don't go straight to your room.'' I went to my parents and sat in one of the chairs. My father spoke: ''I suppose that you know that the Quidditch World Cup starts again, and like you wanted we are going there. Fudge invited us to come, we have special places.'' ''By we you mean you two, right? I don't want to go, I don't like Quidditch.'' my mother said. ''Of course you are going too, Fudge invited all of us, so you need to go.'' They argued further and I took the chance to go to my room.

It was nice that we would go to the World Cup because I liked Quidditch, and I don't see my parents that much. My mother would go too, and I had to pack some things. When I was done, I went to my parent's room, because I didn't know what I had to do else. ''How much booze do you want to take with you? Isn't it already enough." My mother said to my father. ''Can I have too, I would like a drink.'' Only then my parents saw me. ''Don't be silly, you are not going to drink.'' my mother said sternly. ''Are you done with everything?'' I nod and that left my parents shocked.

On the day of the championship, we woke up early (my parents don't think that's early, they always get up that early). After breakfast, we left the Manor. ''Lucius, we are not going with the portkey that everyone uses, right? Please say we have something better.'' ''Sweetheart, of course we have something better, what did you think?'' He brought my mom's hand to his lips and kissed. I didn't like it when they were sticky, so I sighed. My parents looked at me and smiled. We travelled with a portkey which was only for us. When we were there, we looked around. But first we prepared our huge tent. It was halfway up the field, an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance.

All three of us had, what some people would call a bitch face, while we walked through the area. ''Dad, can I buy some merch and food?''I asked. ''What kind of merch do you want to buy?'' My parents and I walked to the shops. I bought a miniature figure of Viktor Krum, scarf and flags. My father wanted to speak with the minister so when we saw him at the sits, my father dragged us to him. Unfortunately, the stupid Potter and Weasleys were there too. I wanted to say something to them, but I thought that my father wouldn't like it in front of the minister.

"Ah, Fudge," said my father "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?" "How do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to my mom. I didn't like that. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?" "Good lord, Arthur," my father said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" I chuckled. "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest." I rolled my eyes, I really don't know why my parents always give money to charities, maybe because we have to show that we are "good". Then my parents left, and I looked at the trio contemptuous. Then I followed my parents. We sat, and I sat between my parents.

''Dragon, was that the girl who hit you in your face for no reason? What a disgusting girl. Did you see how she looked at you, Lucius? She has no right to look like that, she looked like she is better than us. Who does she think she is?'' ''Cissa, sweetheart, calm down, please. Mudbloods are always like that. You just shouldn't bother with it. But Draco, you are for Bulgaria, I suppose?'' ''Yeah, but father, who do you think will win?'' ''Obviously Ireland, you think Bulgaria would win, but they only have Krum, Ireland has better players. As an ex Quidditch player, a good one if I say so myself, I am sure that Ireland would win.'' We watched the game, and as my father said, Ireland won. ''So what are we going to do now?'' My mom asked. ''Can I go to my friends? Zabini would come to and Crabbe and Goyle should be here too.'' ''Of course, you can, but don't make it too late. Is Theodore Nott here too?'' My father asked. My father liked him, he wanted that I was like Theodore. Theodore is always learning and loves to read; he is pretty boring. ''I don't hope so.'' I said. My parents looked at each other but didn't say anything. Before they could change their mind, I ran away.

I found my friends. I was only happy to see Blaise. We talked and played games while drinking some butterbeer. When it was late, dinner time, I went back to my parent's tent. When I was there, I heard weird noises. It sounded like moans, maybe there were burglars. So I peeked a bit. I didn't know what to expect. My parents were in their underwear, my mother was topless. My father was above my mother, and they were kissing, and he was kissing her breasts. I was frozen ''Yeah, Luce, take me.'' My father groaned, and I wanted to do something because it wasn't for my eyes. It would be smart if I would just go away, but I ran inside because I couldn't think anymore. ''Holy shit!'' My father screamed. I screamed too. My mother reached for her bra and get dressed. I don't know who's face was redder. We didn't say anything, and I went to my side of the tent.

At night we had a party with my parent's friends. Of course there were only pure-bloods or Slytherins. They were drinking much, and my friends and I tried to get booze too but failed. My mother didn't enjoy it, so she went back to our tent. I could stay here together with my father. There was a moment that they were so drunk, that someone came with the idea to bully the mudbloods and the other stupid people. My father forgot me, so I went along too. The Death Eaters walked through the field. They looked cool, everyone was scared for them. I ran through the field to the forest, to see what was happening there. There were people hanging upside down, which looked funny. In the forest, I saw Potter and his friends.

"Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" I nodded at Granger, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them. "Granger, they're after Muggles, "I said. "Do you want to be showing off your knickers in mid-air? Because if you do, hang around.... they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." "Where're your parents?" said Potter. "Out there wearing masks, are they?" I didn't like what he said, but I kept smiling. "Well...if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"

When I finally went to my tent, I could hear my mother screaming. ''How can you leave him. He's fourteen, what if something happens to him. You have no sense of responsibility at all!'' When she saw me, she went silent and hugged me. I was too old for this, so I pushed her away. I think she didn't like it that I pushed her away, because she looked at me a little sad, but who cares. When we got back home, no one said anything. I could feel the tension. At home, my mother immediately sent me upstairs. That means that they were going to have an important conversation together. Which also meant that my father had big problems. My father always says that when my mother is really angry, she looks like her crazy sister Bellatrix. I can't remember her, but I don't think that's a good thing. I went upstairs but kept looking at them on the stairs. I wanted to hear this conversation.

''How could you do this? Have you thought about your son at all? Those poor people, I'm ashamed of you. Thirteen years ago, you promised me you wouldn't have anything to do with the Death Eaters anymore. We would go further with our life, thinking about our son. This is really disgusting, what you did to those poor people is disgusting.'' ''Cissa, please, let me explain.'' My father tried to hug my mother but he failed. ''No, there is nothing to explain. Don't talk to me!'' My mom ran up the stairs, but she didn't see me because she was so angry. My father went to the wine cellar, so I went to my bedroom and tried to sleep.  I hope that they would do normal to each other tomorrow, but I know my mom. She wouldn't forget this.