Inheritance

Chapter 13... this took awhile... please read my apology AN

First let me start off by saying sorry. I know I promised I would post this a long time ago, but I got caught up with the musical audition, voice lessons, high school in general, and also something called forgetting to actually write. So I greatly apologize. But anyways here is the new chapter! I hope you guys enjoy. I'm getting back in the swing of writing this story. So updates should become more frequent, but don't be surprised if they don't. Oh also the musical we are doing is Carrie and I have a male role. I'm not sure which one just yet, but either way I get one. I have to stop coloring my hair tho... and I did in the end along with basically everyone except sue. So yeah... anyway the chapter:

Draco's P.O.V.

Ciaran and I sat with Kovus in the living room, I had my black veela wings wrapped around him, and Kovus sat on his lap, dozing slightly. Ciaran smiled lovingly at the young boy, and I knew that I would have to protect this child, or Ciaran would die of heartbreak. Kovus woke up.
"Daddy," he giggled, Ci smiled, and ruffled his hair, Kovus turned to me, "Papa." I blinked what? "Papa." he said again, Ciaran turned to me and smiled, I did too, because Ko was right, he was my son. He was Ciaran's so he was mine.
"That's right Ko, I'm Papa." Ci smiled even brighter, and he kissed my cheek.
"You missed." I told him, cheesy I know,
"Did I?" I nodded and smiled cheekily, so he leaned in and we kissed, it was full of passion and promise. A promise to always love the other, and only the other. Never anyone else. I smiled into the kiss, before we pulled back.
"I love you." I declared, he smiled,
"I love you too." and we laid there for awhile.

We (Meaning Dromeda and the weasel) walked into potions, Snape as usual sulked in the darkness,
"Now there will be no choosing seats this year, as quite a few of you like to ruin other student's potions. This person will be your partner for the rest of the year. No buts or complaints please." The class groaned, but were silenced with a glare. "Let's see... Granger with Parkinson," cue Dromeda's excited smile, (Pansy is her mate after all.) "Weasley with Crabbe, Longbottom and Zabini, Finnigan with Nott, maybe you can keep the potion from exploding, Thomas and Goyle, Smythe and Hummel, (cue massive groans), and Potter and Malfoy. Please switch seats quickly so we can begin." Ciaran smiled slightly as he moved to the front where I was waiting. I when he sat down, I briefly caught his hand, unfortunately only for a moment. There were too many people in the room. Ciaran, or Potter as I have to call him, forced a frown. I sneered half heartedly,
"Potter..."
"Malfoy..."
"Stay out of my way, and do as I say. Prefer to get good marks, and I will not let having you as a sorry excuse for a partner." I drawled, Ci sneered,
"Whatever Ferret. As long as I get good marks too."
"Now today we shall be brewing Draught of The Living Death." Uncle Sev droned, "Turn to page 394 and begin."
"Potter go grab the ingredients while I set the cauldron. I'm not sure you'd be able to handle it." I wanted to hit myself. I almost apologized. How could I insult him like that? My mate? How could I do that? I felt a little sick after that.

Please let me know if something changed and made absolutely no sense? I need to make sure cause I haven't even looked at the story in a while. PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

BAI!

~SH