Stay By My Side - Extra Bits. (NOT A SEQUEL)

Draco's Christmas + SEQUEL

I totally forgot I had written another part for this book. I randomly came across it earlier and didn't know whether or not I should upload it... but here ya go. The event in this part takes place at the Malfoy Manor on Christmas Day (chapter titled "Eternal love" in Stay By My Side)

The chances of me uploading anything else to this book are low considering that all my energy is being put into the new sequel for Stay By My Side which I am currently working on. Maybe I will come back to it one day, and maybe upload something from the sequel when I eventually finish it.

Speaking of the sequel....

It's called "A Fiery Love" and you can view it on my profile. If you could check this out, it would mean a lot. I'm working so hard on it and I've got so much planned out & I can't wait for the story to unfold. It's gonna be arguably more emotional and have more feels in it than Stay By My Side lol. So please do go ahead and read it, leave me some feedback and vote to let me know you like it. 

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Draco

The ticking of the old antique clock was the only noise that filled this room. It was a lot better than the awkward silence that occurred between my Mother and I for most of the day. Although we are getting along well, we just cannot seem to find anything worthwhile to say to each other. Believe me, I do have many things I want to tell her, such as my new relationship with Hermione Granger. I suppose by now any normal Son would have at least mentioned to their Mothers that they are seeing somebody, but it isn't like I come from a normal family. Typically I would have been expected to date a pureblood wizard like me, and somebody that isn't of muggle heritage. Hermione obviously doesn't tick those two categories, but blood status is of no concern to me anymore. I realize that now more than ever, considering my Girlfriend is a muggle born who means more to me than life itself. And besides, why should it matter? We are living in a free world, and now that Voldemort and most of his followers have vanished, there is no reason for me to have those foolish and ignorant beliefs that were forced upon me by my Father. I guess in a way I always knew deep down that those views were wrong and unreasonable, but challenging my Father over what was right and wrong was something that nobody dared to do. Not even the people closest to him. Having those kind of debates about these moral issues weren't something to speak openly about around my Father. He had his messed up views, and as far as he was concerned, everybody needed to have the same. If I attempted to talk to him about these views, no doubt I would receive some form of punishment. Not that I was any short of those throughout my childhood.

It was Christmas day. Of course there was no excitement, no laughter, no decent conversations... nothing. That could basically sum up all my Christmases: meaningless. Those days would usually consist of Dinner (made by the house elves) casual talk, my Father telling my Mother off for "spoiling" me too much and me spending most of the day in my bedroom. I didn't really have any reason to look forward to this time of year. Although this year was different, my Father wasn't here. I think his current absence is causing some sort of discomfort for my Mother, I heard her crying in her Bedroom this morning. I certainly didn't understand why my Mother would break down over such a wicked man, but then I had to remind myself that she didn't miss Lucius Malfoy; she missed the man he was before. All those years ago before he got caught up in darkness and evil, he was a different man. A somewhat kind man, I never witnessed his softer side, but I knew it was there before. The man she loved. My heart ached for my Mother. How could I possibly resent her for missing his presence even if he was a pathetic excuse for a man?

One of the house elves interrupted my thoughts as he came into the dining room to fill our glasses with more ginger ale. I sat across from my Mother at the huge marble black table with a plate full of food, which I must admit tasted delicious. But not even the tasty food could improve this atmosphere. It was simply a dead feeling within the dining room. I honestly don't see the point in owning such a massive table (about the same size as the room) considering it's only my Mother and the house elves within this house. Suddenly I felt sad. I looked up from my plate to my Mother, who seemed more interested in playing with her food than anything else. She gave the house elf a brief smile as he left the Dining Room, it disappeared within moments. And soon the look of pure sadness returned. I began to wonder how she coped with living in such a big house by herself. The once full house was now a shadow of its former self and now all whose left is my Mother. I didn't understand why she couldn't have just moved out after my Father got sent away, but there's a possible chance that this house was the only thing that could merely remind her of positive memories.