What A Lie (A Dramione Story)

Blood Traitor Of The Highest Account

(A/N back on my phone. Forgive the spelling errors, my phone has a tendency to do its own thing lol.)

Draco's PoV:

As I sat at the table, watching my mother set up for tea, I realized something. Hermione left something sitting on the couch before she went. I excused myself and went to get it. Sure enough, there was a small bit of parchment sitting there. It read, 'Draco, I know I left out of the blue, but I couldn't stand it. The memories of what your aunt did to me... they linger. I remember when we were younger, and your dad used to HATE whenever I came over. But he never once tried to hurt me. And now that I realize it, uncle Tom never did either. It wasn't until first year that Uncle Tom tried to hurt me... but that wasn't him. I found out something during the war, and there's a reason so many of us were Death Eaters AND Order members. We were spying on the flaming chickens for him. Daddy was the first one found out. That's why we had to leave. He found out that daddy was spying for uncle. And mummy was next. Harry still has no idea that he was being watched by mum and James the night they were 'killed'. He still doesn't know that he's uncle Tom's son. But how do we tell him that he was forced to 'kill' his own father? Well, I already did. He also already knows that Uncle Tom is still alive. I love you, so much, but I just can't be in your house right now. I'm sorry. ~Hermione' I was so confused. We had agreed that we weren't going to tell him for another few weeks. I went to find Uncle Tom. He deserved to know that his son remembered. I ran into his room. "Uncle Tom uncle Tom uncle Tom I have news! Hadrian remembers! Hermione helped with the blocks! Where's uncle Sirius? He needs to know too!" I handed him the letter from Hermione. He read through it slowly, and a smile soon spread across his face. "My son... Draco, tell your mother to prepare... The Dark Prince returns tonight." I ran to mother, telling her the news, and the preparation began for tonight, when the Dark Lord's son should return.

Hadrian's Point of View:

I can't believe they would do this to their so-called saviour. He took a defenseless newborn from his fathers. I knew that papa was furious, because he was there when the last block was broken. I called for Kreature. "Yes, master Harry?" He asked. He truly was a polite elf, he was just severely mistreated. "Tell papa that I shall be a bit late to lunch. Daddy wants to have a conversation, and I feel like it will last a bit longer than expected." He nodded and bowed, snapping his fingers and disappearing in a flash and with a crack. "Daddy, you can come out now." And with that, my boyfriend, Blaise, stepped out of the shadows. He chuckled at my antics. He was one of three people that knew I was a little. Well, he kinda had to, as my daddy. "Daddy what do you think of this? I mean, I know papa's furious, but... what will dad say? What will he think? I don't know what to do." With that, he pulled me into his chest so that I could cry. He held me like this for maybe an hour, and then we went down to da for supper. "Da?" I asked when I saw him crying with his head in his hands. "What?" He snapped. I backed up slowly, backing into Blaise's arms. "I-I s-sowwy. I-I didn't m-mean t-to..." And I hid my face in Blaise's chest, sobbing once again. 'How could anyone love me... I'm a crybaby and a mistake.' I ran upstairs, grabbing the letter, which was a portkey. (A/N At this point, I looked down and saw that I had typed 666 words lol) It took me straight to papa where I collapsed into his lap. I sat in his lap, sobbing, for almost three hours before Blaise showed up finally. He took me into his arms, cradling me to his chest. "Little one, you can't be running away from daddy like that. Do you know what I would have done if I couldn't find you? I would have been devastated, your fathers would have been devastated, and I would be an awful daddy because my little boy would be gone. Then what would I do? I wouldn't have my baby boy anymore." Papa looked confused, but he didn't question it. He just let us cry in each other's arms until we were cried out. "Papa, d-don' th-think da w-wants m-me back." He shook his head. "Sweetie, your da wants you back more than anything. But he's confused right now, baby. Just give him a little bit."

(A/N hey guys, 840 words! Woooo! I'm going to aim for 1000 words next chapter. Lets go! Vote, share, comment idc~L