I'm still here | Drarry

˜"*°• TWO •°*"˜

December 22nd 1999
Winter

Stressed as always Narcissa Malfoy was quickly moving throughout the house making sure everything was in place and perfect.

Draco sat on the stairs eating an apple while watching her run back and forth. He found it amusing that she could care this much about peoples opinions.

"Draco, do you find it funny to watch your mother stress like this and not help her," Narcissa said sharply in a raised voice.

Draco put his hands up in surrender and stood up. "No of course not mother. I just don't understand. Why are you doing this? Why do you care so much?" He wondered.

Narcissa set down her wand, sighed and placed her head in her hands. Draco felt for her and rubbed her back. "Draco," she sighed and sat down. He sat next to her waiting for her answer. She could barely choke it out.

"Your father ruined me. Not just you and the family name, but me. He stripped me down and tarnished everything I stand for. My name, my self. He let everything bad happen to this family. And for what? Power! That's all he cared about. He would have given us both away if it meant he got what he wanted" she said in a raspy, trembling voice.

Draco slowly nodded and placed his head on his mother's shoulder. "I'm sorry mother, he's gone now." He whispered. She nodded and kissed his head.

She stood up quickly whipped a tear off her cheek and ushered Draco to help her finish up in the ballroom.

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"HARRY!!" Hermione yelled. She had been banging on his door for the past thirsting minutes awaiting some grown or mumbled from him.

She finally was done with him and banged open his door. The large shatter that came from the mirror breaking caused by the door hitting it awoke him from his drunken sleep. "Finally, jeez what did you do last night, go to Rio and back." She joked and used her wand to fix the mirror.

He grunted and placed a pillow over his head. "Not so loud Hermione, my ears- there going to burst". Hermione rolled her eyes and went to open the blinds. "Stop being a wimp and get up. You have work in about-" she pauses to check her watch.

"Thirty minutes ago"

Harry paused for a moment then jumped out of bed. He sprinted to the bathroom in his boxers making Hermione to laugh.

"I'll be leaving now, If you need me I'll be in the shop" Hermione yelled out. She laughed a little before she left then closed the door.

Harry quickly got ready, put his clothes on then went into the kitchen. Harry made himself a cup of tea and went to grab his wand.

As Harry leaned against the stove waiting for his tea he looked over at the clock and cursed at Hermione.

It was only eight fourth he still had forty minutes. He grabbed his tea, locked up the apartment and left.

On his way to work, he passed the same statue he always did. And the same muggle musician sat there with a violin. Every day it gets more beautiful and elegant. Harry dropped him some muggle coins he picked up just for him and walked on by.

Harry's head was blaring with pain from all the bright lights and loud noises. His night before was still blurry. All he remembers is Seamus and Dean wanted to go out...and that's about it.

He got into work and went up to his shared office. Right as he sat down a co-worker of his walked in and sat at his desk.

"Hey, Potter have a good weekend?" The man asked. Harry nodded and placed his papers on his desk. "How about you Joey?"

"Mine was well" he took a long pause after and held up the daily prophet in shock. "Potter, have you seen this?" He exclaimed and brought the paper to Harry.

Harry looked it over and saw the words in the corner. He saw his eyes, his hair. He sighed and placed the paper back in joeys hand.

"I haven't, I'm sure he's eager to start working. I'm sure everything will be great." Harry said in a calm voice as he read over his assignments for the day.

"I wonder if he'll survive. You know with people hating him"

"They hate his father not him." Harry corrected. Joey saw he hit a nerve and went back to his desk.

Harry tried to work but he couldn't. He was going through thousands of possibilities and outcomes of this situation.

He didn't exactly know what to do, or say. He wondered if he would be able to stay here. Focus on his work or be interrupted by feelings and thoughts.