The Idea of Draco

1 - Solène

"What?!"

"I'm sorry," Bill says, not sounding sorry at all. "But it's an important bank meeting. The goblins are insisting."

"Get Fleur to take them then!"

"She works there too. Please, you don't want to let our daughter down, do you?"

I am fucking seething. It is so fucking typical of Bill to use the Mia card.

"But I fucking hate Quidditch."

"Well, you're the only person in the whole fucking world who seems to."

My hand itches to slap him across his arrogant face if only he were in front of me.

Selfish bastard. It was his idea to buy Mia and her friends the tickets as a surprise for her fifteenth birthday, including an exclusive meet and greet with the Wiltshire Wanderers, her favourite team in the world.

"I had plans," I grit.

Bill scoffs. "You have all year long to go on your spa weekend. Mimi is only home for the summer. Try putting her first for a change."

"You are not seriously saying this to me Bill after you walked out on us both to go fuck a Veela."

"Fleur is only part Veela, and as I told you, it was more than just sex. We fell in love with one another."

"Whatever, Bill. You used to love me, remember?"

"I'm not going over this again, Soléne. I am simply phoning you to tell you that I can no longer take Mia and her friends to the Wiltshire Wanderers game. If you choose not to take them then you will just have to break the news to her. Goodbye."

And then the fucktard hangs up! Angry, I toss my phone hard against the wall and watch it shatter. I had been looking forward to my spa weekend which was in fact my friend, Gina's, hen party. The timing with the Quidditch game had been perfect as it meant I need not feel guilty about abandoning Mia on a summer weekend. In just two weeks' time she will be going back to Hogwarts to start her fifth year. 

Sighing, I retrieve my wand and fix my phone. Then I go to my daughter's bedroom, knocking quietly on her door. 

"What?" Mia grunts in greeting. 

I open the door and stick my head around the door. I am about to tell her that the Quidditch trip has been cancelled thanks to her no good father. But then I see all the Wiltshire Wanderers posters pinned to her wall. Her favourite, their Keeper, Blaise Zabini takes up the most space.

And I realize I simply cannot let her down. 

"Just to let you know that there's been a slight change of plans. I'm taking you tomorrow instead of your father."

"But what about aunt Gina's hen party?" My red haired daughter asks. "You've been looking forward to it."

I sigh. "Not important. Your father paid a lot of money for these tickets. And it's not often you get a chance to meet your heroes."

"I love you, Mum."

"I love you too, Mimi. Now don't stay awake too long. I want to get away early."

"Promise, Mum. Just half hour longer."

Smiling, I blow her kiss and close the door. 

"That fucking bastard!" Gina screams down the phone once I tell her I'm not going to make it. "I can't believe him. You're my maid of honor. That twat doesn't want you to have any fun, I swear."

"It's a work thing, apparently." I mutter, hating that I'm letting down my best friend. "And Mimi has been looking forward to it all summer."

"Of course she has," Gina says, her tone softening at the mention of her favourite person in the whole world. "I just wish there was another way. Are you sure there's no one else that can take her?"