Another Malfoy!?

Chapter 21 - Harsh Love

Lucy's POV:

"Forgive me, but I'm pretty sure if I need to know the Dark Arts, I'll be taught them when I get a job if it requires such measures." I tried to stay calm, but somehow I just couldn't. The Dark Arts are spells used to harm people. Sometimes innocent people. Besides, I just got home, how could they drop a bomb on me like this and expect me not to be mad?

"You'll learn them now, because I say so." My father stood up, asserting his dominance. Chair flying behind him from the force of his anger.

I stood up, feeling my mother's eyes darting between me and Father. "Stop telling me what to do like I'm a baby!"

"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young lady."

"You know, I'm starting to think you're not as good of a person as I thought you were. First, Buckbeak-"

"He severely injured your brother!"

"Buckbeak is innocent, Draco is a wuss and was antagonising him! Second, Harry Potter."

"You don't need any more publicity."

"I don't like him, because of his title."

"So you like him now?" he asked, somewhat shocked.

"Third, this!"

"That's it, go to your room and don't come out until I say."

"But I just got here." I said sarcastically.

"GO!"

"GLADLY!"

I left slamming the door behind me with a bang!

That evening as I laid in bed, I couldn't get my mind off of dinner. I mean, why now? If Father wanted me to learn the dark arts at my age, wouldn't he have sent me to Durmstrang? The whole situation had my mind twisted and my stomach in a knot, I felt as though they were keeping something from me. I opened a blank journal Ron had given to me for my birthday

Let's review... My Aunt Bellatrix comes back after being "off the grid" for the longest time, my brother is an entitled, narcissistic prejudice at school. My parents plan another one of their parties, they know I hate parties. I'm not allowed to hang out with the Harry Potter, and when I come home I'm told I'm gonna learn the Dark Arts?

Draco's POV:

I made an unnoticeable flinch as Lucy slammed the large door. She and Father had gotten into small arguments before, but she'd never spazzed out like she just did.

"Blaise, honey." said Mother soothingly. "Feel free to go back to Draco's room, he'll be up in a minute."

Father had already sat back down as Blase thanked her and left.

"This is your fault!" boomed the tall man, pointing a menacing finger at me.

"Darling, I think Draco tried his best."

Mother was right, I did try my best, but I didn't want to give in and have them pity me, I'm stronger than that. "I've already told you my opinion on this, Father."

"Neither of you have a choice in the matter. The Dark Lord wants more supporters, and new blood. Your mother and I agree, this is the best way. Your sister is powerful, he senses it. He needs it."

I never argued with Father, never. It wasn't any use. It was my responsibility as their oldest son to uphold the family title, even when people like my sister don't.

"Of- of course... Father."

"Draco," began Mother, "we're doing this to keep you two safe."

Safe? "I'm thirteen and the Dark Lord knows my name, yeah me and Lucia are in great hands."

"I turned to the door but my father put a cold hand on my shoulder. "Go find your sister and talk some sense into that girl. I don't want any trouble when the time comes for her to meet with the Dark Lord. Tell her I want to have a chat with her tomorrow, as well." he paused, turning to my mother. "Narcissa, I'm going to tell her tomorrow, about our... job." he motioned to the arm on which the Dark Mark was placed. A lump grew in my throat just thinking about receiving it in the future.

...

I later found my sister laying on her bed, in her pyjamas, writing in a journal of some sort. I had only caught a glimpse of the cover and it had ugly similarities to the sweaters the Weasleys wore every Christmas.

"Hey." I said, she seemed rushed to stuff the journal away as my voice reached her ears. "Uhm, wrong time?"

"No, you're okay. Need something?" she said sitting up on her four-poster queen size bed. Her room had been somewhat tossed around, as one's room would be after coming home from Hogwarts.

"No. Just coming to check on you. Things seemed pretty tense down there." I decided to keep Father ordering me to come up here out of my explanation.

"Are the adults still mad?"

Oh they were fuming. "They'll forgive you. Oh Father wants to talk to you in private tomorrow."

"Oh great... So why are you here?"

Of course I wasn't about to admit I was genuinely worried about how she felt about the whole situation. I was nervous as to how she would react to such news tomorrow. She had always been such a kind person. I remember seeing her as a child, helping snails across the muddy road. Barefooted, and covered head to toe in mud. Something like this might ruin that for her.

I know it's common between siblings but I genuinely cared for her. (Even if I do have an odd way of showing it) she was my little sister. It was my job to protect her from danger, our family and its legacy, haha, boys, even.

But it's also my jb to honour the Malfoy reputation, but right now, my first job was more important than anything else going on.

"Earth to Draco." my sister snapped in front of my face, breaking me from my trance.

"Hm?

"You're unbelievable." she laughed wearily.

"Look, Lucy, you know I only want what's best for you... the whole family does. Including Father."

"I know.. Like I know but sometimes it doesn't always feel like it. For example, when Father yells at me, it's his job to discipline me, he wants me to lead a good, honest life."

Yeah... a good life for sure.

"And besides I'm used to it now. When I went to Hogwarts I realised it's all just harsh love."

I feigned a smile, her defeated expressions somewhat concerned me. I don't think I've ever seen her this emotionless. Trying to cheer her up, I thought of the first thing that came to mind, the last time I saw her truly smile. "So... you and Potter?"

Fuck. Bad move or what?

However, despite my hatred for the Golden Boy, I could see light flow into her eyes, just at the mention of his name. I know this was probably the worst thing I could be doing, but I've never seen her so happy with someone. But, everything I stand for... everything my family stands for, is against him. I'm leading her on... but nevermind that, right now, her happiness is all that matters.

"He's amazing, Draco. More amazing than you let on. He's kind, and takes care of me like his own sister."

My jaw tensed at her comment.

"- and he'd never let anything hurt me. I can open up to him about anything. And his eyes! Oh they're the most beautiful green. And-"

"Okay," I cut her off. "When we get back to school..." hesitating, this felt so wrong, but considering the news she'd receive tomorrow, I had to give her something to be happy about. "When we get back to school... you can... you- you may hang out with Potter, and I promise not to tell Mother or Father, as long as you are friends, nothing more."

I saw a small smirk form on her face. "I can hang out with who?" a laugh escaped her lips.

Sighing, I looked at her excited, crystal blue eyes, "You may hang out with Harry."