Draco
I stood on the doorstep to my childhood home.
Childhood home.
I no longer call this home. How could I? Now that that bastard was back living in it.
My heart was pounding and my hand shook as I raised it. I clenched it into a fist and knocked once, firmly.
My hand dropped to the doorknob and I pulled the door open, it shrieked as it swung.
I gasped for breath when my eyes met his.
The prick was already stoned, sprawled across the sofa in the sitting room, my mother a safe distance away in an armchair.
She looked up as I entered and her face relaxed, she swept me into her arms and I tugged her close, only imagining what he's said or done to her.
"Merlin's sake, Narcissa, don't baby him," Father slurred.
It's called affection; something you wouldn't know, I wanted to yell back at him.
However I had just gotten home, I really didn't need to start a war... at least not yet.
Mother backed away, though, and made her way back to the armchair.
I remained standing, watching Father's lips curl in the corner.
He suddenly slammed his glass of firewhiskey onto the coffee table and Mother flinched, breathing heavily to try to compose herself.
Her obvious fear sent a jolt of pain straight through my heart and I promised that I would never lay a hand on Hermione for as long as I lived.
Tilly, the newest house elf appeared in the sitting room, startling myself and mother. She bowed slightly, "Dinner is served Masters."
"Thank you Tilly," I responded when no one else had.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes round at me before nodding, "Yes, sir."
She disappeared and my father rounded on me, "Thanking the help now. What in Salazar's name has that blasted school done to you?"
I opened my mouth to retort, but Mother jumped in, "Why don't we discuss at the table? The food will go cold."
I broke the glaring contest between my Father and I before spinning on my heels and walking next to my mother as we made our way to the dining room.
"Has he done anything? I swear to Merlin himself if he-" I started.
She laid a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me before rounding to straighten the tie on my school robes, "You don't need to worry about me, darling. I can handle myself If need be. I want you to worry about keeping that temper of yours in check. I'm glad that you're home. Despite the circumstances, I want to enjoy the holidays with my family."
I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, smiling at her, "Of course, Mother."
She cupped my cheek and smiled affectionately at me and I closed my eyes, hoping to remember this feelings later when my father took out his wrath on me.
"You're a good boy, Draco," she whispered before pulling away at the sound of Father's footsteps on the hardwood.
She sat to the left of my father and I on his right. Father took his seat at the head of the table and we began to eat in an uncomfortable silence.
I couldn't help but let my mind drift to Hermione.
I hope she's alright, and that her parents were having a good day with their memories.
She'd mentioned their memories came and went. If it was a good day, they'd remember almost everything, memories from her childhood, before she was born. On bad days, they barely even remembered they had a daughter.
"So, You've been with Astoria for, what? Nearly three years now? I'm not getting any older, Draco, I want to be alive to see the newest Malfoy heir. You've surely proposed to her, haven't you? When is the wedding date?" Father huffed, he was rather fond of talking about his expectations for my future child- boy to be exact.
I almost dropped my fork. I tried to prolong my answer by taking a sip of water.
I met Mother's eyes over the rim of the glass and she nodded slightly, I had to tell him. There was no more avoiding it.
I watched her grip the table, her knuckles as white as her face as I turned to face him, "Actually, Father, I've broken my relationship off with Astoria."
His eyes quickly darted up to mine, his eyebrows drawn in dangerously, "Is that so? Who, might I ask, are you seeing as of now?"
I took another bite of potatoes and swallowed, but it was futile, my throat was practically closing in on itself.
"Hermione Granger."
You could have told him that he was robbed of every knut he had as well as stripped of his magic and he probably would've been less furious than he was now.
"WHAT?" he barked.
Mother gasped slightly at his reaction, but said nothing.
"You mean to tell me that my only son is dating a mudblood?" He seethed, his eyes practically on fire.
I slammed my fork onto the table, "Don't you dare call her that! Hermione is ten times a better person than you will ever be!"
"How dare you compare me to that slag scum!" Lucius chuckles darkly, "You think that just because I went away for a while that you should be able to talk to me that way in my own house?"
I stood, furious, "You've been gone for two years! You've given up the right to call this your house! Not to mention the fact that you made my life a living hell!"
Father's face contorts as he stood, knocking his chair over in the process. His hand crept toward his wand.
"Enough! Both of you!" Mother shouted, drawing the heated argument to a slight pause, "Draco, why don't you go upstairs for a while, unpack."
I opened my mouth to argue but she shot me a look that would've made the Dark Lord crumble at her feet.
"Now."
I shoved my chair and stalked up the stairs, wishing I hadn't come back here. If it hadn't been for my mother, I wouldn't have even considered it.
My mind racing, I burst into my room, shutting the door tightly behind me and shutting my eyes to calm down.
I was sneaking out to Hermione's.
• • •
So, I laid out the rest of this book and I think I'll be ending with 33 chapters. Which means that this book is almost done!
Don't worry, I'll be announcing the next book I'm working on at the end of this book and if you have read some of my other books, I think you'll be excited about it because it's a sequel to one of them!
Also, I tried to do a Hermione edit and I think it turned out really well, so I'm gonna post that in the epilogue.
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