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Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy's jaw dropped as he stared in shock at his father, not believing what he just heard. "You're joking right?" he asked his father who was sitting in front of him in the family parlor. He turned his attention towards his mother, who was also seated across from him. "Please tell me he's joking!"
"I'm afraid this is not joke, Draco," Lucius Malfoy stated firmly. "Like I said earlier, I have had enough of your childish and playboy antics. After Hogwarts, you've been spending your trust fund left and right, gallivanting around like there's no worry in the world. I would've at least liked to see you try and invest it somewhere wisely."
"I did!" Draco interjected.
"A strip bar for you and your friends isn't an investment, most especially when you tell them everything is on the house. Not to mention it's only been open to your friends, and yourself. Not even the normal man could afford to walk in and become a customer," Lucius argued as he fisted his hand on his beloved snake cane.
"It's called exclusivity," Draco argued tightly. "It's exactly the same as you and that bloody cigar club of yours!"
"Don't test me, Draco! You ran that club to the ground, along with your trust fund," Lucius growled. "You already are walking a very thin line on your inheritance. You might lose it all to Zaibini's son, and trust me, I'm not afraid to give it to him since I think that he rightfully deserves it more than you. He has proven himself worthy, and what of you?"
Richmond Zaibini was currently the vice-president of Malfoy Global, and had been for a few good decades. Obviously he was Blaise Zaibini's father, and right hand man to Lucius. Blaise on the other hand had been working for Malfoy Global since he had graduated from Woxford, with magna cume laude honors. He quickly made his way up the corporate ladder, and would soon eventually become vice president of the company when his father would step down and retire.
Draco and Blaise's friendship was no longer on good terms after Hogwarts. Their lives had obviously taken different paths as they had different priorities. It was Draco who told him to 'sod off' when he got tired of being compared to him by his own father.
"Now, now, dear," Narcissa Malfoy said as she patted her husband's hand. "We must remember you watch your blood pressure, darling."
"Instead of finishing university, you dropped out and became a… slacker. You're smart, Draco. You yourself could've graduated with an honorable title if you tried. If you actually even graduated, we wouldn't have this discussion. But no, you're too smart for your own good," Lucius continued to lecture his son. "You think I'm proud of you seeing your party pictures on the newspaper and society magazines? Wrong. It shows that you aren't deserving of anything, not to mention the fact that you are an embarrassment to the Malfoy name."
Draco's eyes narrowed at his father. Beneath them, he could feel the burning sensation of tears. He was always lectured of his failures from him. But this time, it had gone to the extreme. Draco felt more than hurt, but he refused to cry in front of his parents, most especially his father. If he did, no doubt, he would receive another hurtful lecture.
"I understand that everyone needed some time after the war, as we all did. However, I can no longer take it as an excuse anymore." Lucius shook his head, and sighed in disappointment. "We had your life planned out for you—a good one, and you just want to throw it all away?"
"And you call having an arranged marriage with Pansy Parkinson good?" Draco questioned back. "When the time comes, I'm not in hell going to marry her!"
"Do not change the subject. This isn't about Parkinson, but you."
Draco shook his head and looked disappointedly at his father. "So stripping me of my magical powers and forcing me to live in the Muggle world is your solution?" He looked at his mother pleadingly. "I won't survive!"
"Sorry, Draco, but it really is for your own good," Narcissa said sadly. Part of her wanted nothing more than to help her son, but her husband had a point. Draco had to learn his lesson and prove himself worthy.
"It's really for your own good," Lucius stated. "If you think about it, a year in the Muggle world isn't as long as two years in university to graduate. A year is all you have to prove yourself, and I will deem you worthy of Malfoy Global."
"Screw you and screw this!" Draco said as he stood up and reached into his pocket for his wand. He then held it in his hands, and snapped it over his knee, throwing it aside, and started to walk away.
"Do you think you have anywhere else to go?" Lucius asked. "Now that you barely have any money left, I'm sure that your so-called friends will not even bother to talk to you. Without your precious money, you will finally see who your real friends are."
Draco stopped in his tracks, but didn't look over his shoulder. He knew his father's words of warning were true, but he refused to believe them.
"You have no one else to turn to," Lucius added. With the sound of the wooden door slamming, he knew his son was gone.
"I worry for him," Narcissa said as she watched her husband stand. "Can he really handle it?"
Lucius squatted down and picked up the two pieces of wood that used to be Draco's wand. "He's a Malfoy, he can handle it." In all honesty, he still believed that his son can do anything. He hadn't lost hope in him. He just didn't want to see his life waste away.
"What if something happens to him, Lucuis?" Narcissa asked worriedly.
"He will be alright, Cissy," Lucius promised as he clutched the two wooden pieces to his chest.
Much to Draco's dismay, his father was correct. He went to his friends for help. He explained the situation to them and asked if he could live with them, or even for some money. Goyle said he was busy, and had plans for the night, while Crabbe told him he had an eating contest he had to train for. Both of them closed the door on him and Draco knew that they weren't going to help him. He wasn't even going to try to go to his other 'so-called friends' as his father put. He had quickly come to the realization that he had no friends.
Going to Blaise was obviously not an option. Draco still had much pride in him, and he wasn't about to swallow it. He ignored his former best friend's warnings, but he wasn't going to admit it to him.
"Here we are," the cab driver said stopping in front of a small home in at the outskirts of London
Draco snapped his fingers and expected his money from his pocket to appear in his hand. But it didn't appear. He knew then and there that he was already stripped of his magical powers. Cursing inwardly, he reached into his pocket and paid for his fare. As soon as he stepped out of the cab, and retrieved his two duffel bags, the night skies started to pour heavily.
"Fuck this!" he swore, standing angrily on his feet as the cab drove away. The night had gotten from bad to worse. He held on tightly to the front of his black leather jacket, and made his way towards the house.
Upon reaching the porch, he didn't hesitate to stop and think before ringing the doorbell. All he wanted was to get indoors, where it was warm. Hopefully, there was food since he hadn't eaten in hours.
Finally, when the door opened, he said, "Hello, Granger."
AN – Here we are. You know what to do my lovelies. Review!
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