Draco Malfoy

Patching it up

Nearly ten years had passed since the Malfoys' and their friends underwent their spontaneous mid-life crisis.

Lucious malfoy was now tight with Barty Crouch and fudge. all of his dark objects were hidden safely away in the cellar covered by the carpet.

Draco, now eleven years old had received his hogwarts letter and didn't stop talking about it.

Now, at the dinner table he was speaking confidently "if I'm not in slytherin I'll come home I'd rather die than be in any other house. Is it true I can't be on the quidditch team? I really don't know why you can't do something about it father, I'm ten times better than any of the old Weasels you told me about! Father, I'd rather be homeschooled than- then- then- courageous whatever by heart! You knows really don't see why-"

"you know dear," lucious cut him off so smoothly it was as if he was impossibly oblivious to the loud "howler" at his dinner table (it really brought back memories from when he would get daily howlers from his mother while at hogwarts) he was now speaking smoothly to Narcissa "I've heard the Potter boy will be going to hogwarts this year. He is Draco's age isn't he?"

narcissa gave no indication she heard a sound other than that she stopped chewing and her knuckles were paler than usual as she was clutching her knife and fork. Draco just looked on insulted, speechless and confused as he wondered who Potter is and how come he never heard of him if he was in his year.