Mud-Blood

Draco

After he stormed out of the common room he left the school to return home. He walked into the door of his manor, the eerie silence hit his ears. He walked into the dining room to see his father and mother sitting, eating lunch. "Draco? Why are you home?" His mother stood up "I got into a fight. I left before Dumbledore had to tell me to" He tried to avoid eye contact with his father "A fight? That's not like you Draco. What was it about?" His father said Draco took a long pause "A mud blood, father"
"I have gotten sick of these dirty bloods. Always causing problems with us. Especially the ones with dead muggle parents, what was that family's name we killed last year?"
"Jones," Draco said as he held his tears in, looking at the ground "Ah yes, I remember them. There was a daughter there but we never found her there" His father started to cut his food "Did you get my letter Draco?"
"Yes...Father"
"Perfect, he wants us to find that muggle girl and finish the job" Draco looked at his father
"I know Father, I read the letter"
"Good, do you remember everything I told you?" Draco didn't want to repeat his father's words "It is my job to find her and kill her for the Dark lord" His voice was shaken, hearing himself say that about Esme made him feel sick
"Good. You will need to return to school after your silly fight business is taken care of. Don't let mudbloods ruin you. You are a Malfoy, embrace it. Make it look like an accident if you need to" Draco walked out of the dining room and walked into his room, slamming his door. He dropped himself onto his bed, crying into his pillow, the guilt in his body was so strong it hurt, he had known it was his own father who killed Esme's parents and he had to tag along to watch it all. He was glad his father never found Esme. That night when Draco and his father stormed into the Jones house after his father killed her parents he saw Esme under the bed, terrified, something in him felt compassion for her. He gets nightmares of that night and that is why he never lets anymore hurt Esme again, he could have told his father where she was hidden but something about her was something he needed to stay alive, she made him feel alive. As Draco cried someone knocked on his door "Sweetheart, may I come in?" It was his mother "Yes" She walked in closed the door and sat on the end of his bed "Draco, sweetheart look at me" He sat up and sat next to her, looking up at her "Tell me what's going on. Everything" He was scared to come clean about his association with the wanted mud blood and the feeling she had for her "Mother, I can't! how do I know you won't tell him? How will I know you won't have me killed for betrayal?" His mother tilted her head and sighed "It's the girl, isn't it?" Draco froze, images of Esme played in his head, her smile, her laugh, the way she looked when he admired her from across the room, he was afraid to admit it was because of her. He put his head into his palms and cried "Draco, you're my son and I will never see you as a betrayer. Now, is it the girl? The muggle born?"
"Yes Mother, unfortunately," She put her hand on his thigh "I know son, I have never told you this but before your father I fell in love with a muggle. It was a very beautiful experience, he made me feel normal about my magical abilities. So I understand you're scared to admit it, trust me I'm scared I told you because I want you to know that there is an escape from this" She poked his arm that had the dark mark "Don't hide from love, my dear, I regret running from my first love, the muggle. Dont make that mistake because of your father"
"How do I escape? He will know when I haven't done it. He will then do it himself" Draco stood up "He doesn't know where she is. Keep it that way" His mother stood up "You should get back to school for the ball, I will send a letter to Dumbledore and explain your issue with the fight. I love you" She caressed his cheek "Thank you, Mother, I love you too" She left and Draco healed up his hands, he put on his black suit with a white bow tie.