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Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate	By : Jitterbug Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Notes: This story is going to be somewhat of an epic, so if you don’t like long reads you may not want to read this story. However, I have almost all of it already written, so it will be finished. I usually don’t post WIP’s, but this one’s so big you’ll have quite enough to keep you occupied while the last few chapters are written. It will have romance in later chapters, (H/D) but it mainly explores Draco’s life as a Slytherin and how he deals with being his own person.

Warnings/Summary: Violence. Bit of angst. And some relatively mild swearing.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I’m merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don’t like it? Don’t read it. Otherwise, enjoy.

Nothing monumental occurred that week, at least not until Friday when Draco was walking towards the shop from the Leaky Cauldron. He had organized the shelves and was almost done - at present he was dealing with bits of unicorn and trying to remember if the location of a hair made a difference. He had hair from the underbelly and hair from the tail and hair from the mane. It was all very confusing.

So absorbed was he in thinking about the minutiae of his upcoming task that he was completely unprepared for the man who stepped in front of him smoothly. ‘Draco.’ Said the ice cold voice and even though it was familiar that didn’t stop the chill from running down his spine.

‘Father?’ He stepped back warily, and glanced about to make sure there were witnesses present. He felt relief when he saw old Ms. Bottletup, a nosy busybody who ran the shop across the street, peering out the window at them over the glasses perched on the end of her nose. At least that ruled out any Unforgivables or other fatal spells and Draco was pretty sure he could run from anything else.

Lucius didn’t notice or didn’t care about their audience and immediately grabbed Draco’s ear, twisting it. Draco couldn’t stop the yelp from escaping, but managed to keep the wince off his face. Well, after the initial one, because that had hurt. Lucius reeled him in until his low voice was right in Draco’s ears. Fear bubbled up inside Draco. He knew his father was a dangerous man, but he had never felt that Lucius was a danger to him. Now that he wasn’t the heir, it was obvious Lucius felt no need for restraint. And that was what scared Draco, because he had an inkling of what the Death Eater was really capable of. ‘Pay attention to me boy. I’ve managed to take you out of my will, but disgusting habits or not you still have the Malfoy blood. Your mother is with child at the moment and I’ll not have you trying to usurp my next heir. Sign these. It relinquishes all your rights to the Manor and the Malfoy fortune and in turn relinquishes my guardianship of you; when you sign you’ll be a legal adult in the eyes of the Ministry.’ He let go of Draco with a bit more force than necessary, which caused him to stumble, and retrieved a scroll and self inking quill from the pocket of his robes.

Draco took them gingerly, looking at the tiny, curled letters that were almost indecipherable in their complex format. It was all in the wordy, circular language of lawyers and bankers which meant Draco could sign away his soul and not even realize it until they came to collect. He wasn’t the brightest Slytherin around, but he wasn’t quite that stupid. ‘I think I’d prefer to have a goblin look over these for me first. I’ll owl it to you when I’m done.’ Lucius’s eyes narrowed dangerously and though he knew the warning sign Draco didn’t even get the chance to avoid the punch to his gut. He staggered and doubled over in pain, but managed to remain upright. A real accomplishment in his opinion. When he straightened Lucius awarded him with another blow, this time to the face. ‘Ow!!’ The whole lower right half of Draco’s face throbbed in pain and it took him a moment to focus on his father’s voice.

‘Listen, you little brat. You don’t want to take up my valuable time. Just sign the damn papers.’

‘I’d rather not.’ He said bravely, through his swollen lip. A backhand that appeared casual, but had all Lucius’ weight behind it sent Draco to his knees. The tears of pain came automatically to his eyes and he widened them and stared up ruthlessly, knowing that if he blinked they’d fall. And that was simply unacceptable. He would not cry in front of Lucius. Not even if it killed him.

The older man was smirking, and though he seemed a bit annoyed obviously the violence was doing wonders for moo mood. ‘Don’t be difficult Draco. I don’t want to have to admonish you any more. You’re drawing attention to us.’ Any more ‘admonishment’ and Draco would be out like a light. He was never one to take his blows manfully. And they were indeed attracting attention, but Draco ignored the gawking bystanders so he could anticipate the next assault.

‘I said I’d owl it to you and I meant it! I’m not signing anything before I have an expert go over you. You taught me at least that much.’ Lucius curled his lip in disgust and kicked his son a few times in the gut and then the side before growing bored. Draco could only curl up and try and use his limbs to protect his head. Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? Was it just because he was a Slytherin, a Malfoy, or a mere boy with no connections? A tiny little voice in the back of Draco’s mind piped up and it filled him with dismay. Was it because he just wasn’t worth the effort?

‘Fine. But if it’s not back by Sunday I’ll be coming to get it. And I’ll take it out of your hide, boy.’ There was a promise inherent in the statement that made Draco’s blood run cold. Lucius sneered and then spit at his son, hitting Draco’s chin. The young man hurt all over, but it was nothing next to the humiliation he felt at being left bleeding in the street while strangers looked on and his father spit on him. Grimacing in disgust, he wiped it away. The man he had looked up to for so long humiliating him so thoroughly in public was enough to make real tears well up in his eyes, but he managed to blink those back too.

Draco sat up with difficulty and watched his father walk away, his face twisted by bitterness and pain. ‘Bastard,’ came the low broken, keening cry and Draco summoned up enough anger to add some real invective into the word. ‘Bastard,’ He spat, his voice still rough with suppressed emotion.

He took a minute to gather himself, raking elegant fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm down. Finally he stood with a bit of difficulty, taking all his feelings and pressing them into tiny ball and shoving it down where it couldn’t show. He might have been disowned in disgrace, but he was a Malfoy and he would show no more weakness in front of these gossip mongers. The Slytherin smoothed his face of all emotion and lifted his head, purposely tilting his chin to an angle that said things like ‘alpha’ and ‘arrogant’, and ‘king of all he surveys’ even though what he felt was as far as one could get from it. Squaring his shoulders, Draco took a deep breath and turned back to the Leaky Cauldron so he could change into clothes unmarred by the dust of the street and his father’s boot prints.

He faltered for only a second or two when he saw Harry Potter standing on the doorstep with Arthur Weasley standing behind him with one hand on the boy’s shoulder and a grim look on his face. Molly Weasley stood nearby with her hand pressed against her mouth in shock, sympathy written all over her kind, homely face. The two Weasley twins were standing off to the side a few feet away, shocked into silence for once. They had obviously seen everything. Draco was careful that his gaze came nowhere near Potter, though he got a glimpse of serious dark green eyes and an uncompromising set of the jaw before his own eyes slid away. He was careful not to look too closely because he wasn’t sure he could handle seeing that reaction. Not only had he been humiliated, but the last person he wanted to be there had witnessed it all.

Draco managed to produce a weak sneer before entering the building, walking so close to the still silent trio he could smell Molly Weasley’s perfume. It was floral and sweet and it made Draco want to gag. He managed to make it out of sight before breaking into a run, his boots pounding on the stairs. Draco knew they could hear his frantic footsteps, but couldn’t muster the strength to care. From below, he heard Ron Weasley’s jolly voice echo up to him. ‘What’s with all the gloomy faces? Someone die?’

He couldn’t hold back the choked laughter and his muttered, but heartfelt, ‘I wish.’

To be Continued
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