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Draco had been feeling a little off weather the whole week. No matter how much he tried to ignore the sick feeling swirling inside his stomach he just couldn't do it anymore. His head throbbed, his muscles were sore,his body burned. He felt like his body wasn't his anymore like he was sharing it with someone else.
Draco really didn't know what to do anymore. He had just been through a war, his father was sentenced to death and received the Dementors kiss not that Draco wanted him alive anyway he had gotten what he deserved but he was his father after all. His mother had disappeared and left everything thing; the Malfoy mansion, the business and all the Malfoy property to him.
She had also left a letter for him which he currently held as he sat next to the fireplace warming his up from the cool october winds.
"Poppy!" Draco called. The little creature bowed her heard "what can poppy do for master?" Said the house elf.
"Bring me some tea will you?" Draco made sure he was he polite to the elves after Dobby died. Poppy gave a slight courtesy her hands elegantly holding the tea cozy dress and with a pop she disapparated. Draco relaxed back into the seat and sighed deeply as he stared at the letter in his hand. His fingers rubbed the edges of the letter smoothing out the imaginary imperfections.
"Master?" He turned towards his side to find that the house elf had returned with his tea. He gently took the cup from the outstretched hand murmuring a small 'thank you ' as he took a sip. The tea felt burning hot against his tongue but he didn't care. Putting the cup aside he picked up the letter again tearing the enveope he took out the paper kept inside. His mother's curvy handwriting that Draco had copied all the time when he was learning to write still left a fascinating effect on him.
Dear Draco,
I know that this is something I should've confronted with you personally but you know the recent events. I wanted a break from all of it but poppy has kept me aware of your condition there are matters we need to discuss somethings about your inheritance that you have yet to know. Do not worry it's nothing to be worried about. I know it will take time but in the end everything will be ok.
Your mother
"Is master Draco ok?"
"Poppy! Call mother"Draco was now on his knees in front of the terrified house elf . Draco squeezed his stomach, his mouth opened in a silent scream, darkness descended in front of his eyes and the last thing he heard before he blacked out was the desperate request of the house elf for him to stay awake.
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Well that's the first chapter so I hope you enjoyed.
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Silver Dragon's Mate
Fanfiction"You will find her" "I already have. It's not about finding her, it's about telling her" Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prince, did not know how to talk to a girl? But then again telling your childhood enemy that you're a veela and they are your mate...
