Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate	By : Jitterbug Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 3341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:

Author’s Notes: Right, there’s several scenes here. They were considerably shorter than the other chapters so I just threw them together.

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.

When he walked in the shop an hour later Lydia was poring over a magazine full of wedding robes, her elbows propped up on the desk as her betrothed worked the cash register next to her. The customer, a little old lady in bright periwinkle robes, blinked when she saw Draco’s battered face, but went on her way without comment.

‘Sorry I’m late,’ Draco apologized as sincerely as he knew how (which wasn’t very) once the woman was gone. ‘It won’t happen again, I promise.’ Stephen looked up with a small frown, but it was wiped away almost immediately with wide eyed surprise.

‘What happened to you? You look like you got into a fight with a Hippogriff. And lost.’

Draco couldn’t help the smirk. He knew it didn’t look half so impressive with a swollen lip, but it was one of his favorite expressions nonetheless. ‘Been there, done that.’ And had the scar to prove it. ‘No, I ran into my father.’ He shrugged. ‘No big deal. I suppose I’ll start on the shelves?’

Lydia was looking at him with angry astonishment. ‘What do you mean no big deal? You’re black and blue! Your own father did this to you?’ She was as angry as a mother manticore protecting her young and having so much genuine concern directed towards him was so unusual it made him uneasy.

Draco could feel his shoulders tense and he knew his voice was biting when he spoke, but couldn’t prevent it. The defensiveness was automatic. ‘Yes. Leave it. It’s none of your business.’

Lydia looked hurt, but she held her tongue and went off into the back where she presumably wouldn’t have to see Draco’s sorry state. Stephen only watched him quietly for a moment before turning his attention to polishing the counter with practiced swipes.

Draco felt bad, like the time he was five and had hugged his mother and gotten her favorite and most expensive dress robes wrinkled right before a dinner party, but this time he couldn’t win his way out of trouble by reciting several poems and generally acting like a performing monkey (if a very polite and cultured one) for his mother instead of his usual bratty petulant behavior when company arrived. He knew simple apologies never sufficed and he wouldn’t know how to give one even if they did, but he had no other way to fix things. So instead he went to question Mr. Jigger about the unicorn hairs and hoped that eventually he’d be able to understand normal people.
* * *
The goblin was looking over Lucius’ bundle of papers with something approaching approval. Apparently the documents were worded perfectly with no room for loopholes, but Draco was not surprised. Lucius was shrewd business man. Draco just wanted to make sure his father wasn’t trying to be shrewd at his son’s expense.

‘Everything looks to be in order Mr. Malfoy. You’ll simply be officially signing away your rights to the land and money, which, as he’s already disinherited you, isn’t much of a loss. But you know how messy these things can get without additional insurance. For instance, if the next child was female it could complicate matters dreadfully.’

‘Yes, yes. I know all that.’ He said impatiently. ‘So, I’m covered?’

The goblin adjusted the tiny spectacles that were perched on the end of it’s nose imperiously and looked at Draco with an expression that eerily reminded the Slytherin of the Weasel’s older brother who had been a Head boy before graduating from Hogwarts. ‘Absolutely. If that is all? I’m a very busy goblin.’ Apparently, pompousness was a trait not relegated solely to wizards. Draco let his mouth twist sourly.

‘I’m sure you are. And as for your fee?’

The goblin smiled, it’s sharp little teeth gleaming in the light. ‘Three galleons.’

‘What?! Three whole galleons for you to stare at that chicken scratch for two whole hours and then tell me it’s all ‘in order’? That’s ridiculous!’

‘Nevertheless, that is the fee and if you want your papers back you’ll pay it. Perhaps in the future you might want to ask for the price before you buy someone’s wares or services.’ Draco snarled and stood up, chucking the coins onto the desk before snatching up the forms.

‘Right. Well, a lesson well learned then, isn’t it?’ He’d have to work his fingers to the bone to get those coins back and it wasn’t a very pleasant prospect. ‘Though I won’t be brining my business back to you, you overgrown garden gnome. And your breath smells horrid too!’ Petty, but very true.

The goblin let it’s mouth fall open in indignation and huffed to itself angrily. Draco left before it could start a tirade and stormed out of the bank in a billow of robes that would have done Snape proud. His footsteps echoed on the polished marble in a way that was very satisfying. ‘Stupid goblins with their greedy little fingers! Three whole galleons! It’s robbery!’ He muttered to himself. So busy was he that it took him completely by surprise when he ran his shoulder into another wizard. ‘Watch it!’ He snapped and kept on walking, unaware of the fact that he had almost trampled The Boy Who Lived. Not that it would have meant much to him if he had noticed.

Harry Potter stood in the middle of Gringotts, gawking as Draco Malfoy stormed away muttering about cheating, low down dirty goblins and how was he ever going to earn back that money? He didn’t know what was more disturbing; the fact he found Draco’s little ranting temper tantrum and arm waving almost cute or that Malfoy was actually worrying about the loss of a mere three galleons.
* * *
Draco’s eagle owl was a nasty tempered thing with a curved, wickedly sharp beak and the wherewithal to use it. It was actually an Eurasian Eagle Owl and, in Draco’s opinion, was one of the more attractive breeds. His name was Grindylow because he was such an ill tempered beast and he enjoyed taking bites out of unwary house elves and stupid children much to his owner’s amusement. Despite this, the owl was always pleasant to Draco. But that might have been because Draco spoiled it horribly.

‘Here you go boy. Nice, fresh, and juicy.’ The field mouse squeaked pitifully, but Draco hadn’t spent that sickle for nothing. Grindylow tore into it hungrily and Draco let him. It would help the owl keep it’s strength up for the upcoming journey. He had signed the papers despite his misgivings, but he really didn’t want Lucius to come and find him when his time was up. Draco’s elegant scrawl adorned the parchment, signing away any chance he ever had at his rightful fortune.

Rightful, that is, in that he’d been raised as the Malfoy heir and if having Lucius and Narcissa for parents didn’t entitle him to a fortune nothing did. He bundled up the papers with a sigh and tied them onto Grindylow’s leg before exiting the Leaky Cauldron with his proud owl perched on his arm. He let the bird take off from his forearm and watched as it winged away silently, quickly swallowed up in the shadows of the night. Draco gazed on as the owl dwindled into a tiny dot before turning back to the warmth and light of the building while all his ties to his former life disappeared into the horizon.
* * *
Draco was busy that day; organizing the ingredients when he could and sweeping the floor a few times after careless customers had tracked in dirt. He had been putting away a few vulture beaks and warthog ears when two customers caught his attention. They were arguing quietly amongst themselves which wasn’t exactly unusual. Of course, their brilliant red hair was enough to separate them from other run of the mill customers. Draco gathered his control and walked over, smiling politely.

‘Is there anything I can do to help you gentlemen?’ One of the twins jumped, swiveling to look at him. He stared and poked his twin. The other turned around and they simply looked at Draco in a dumbfounded manner. ‘Do you need something?’ Draco asked again, slightly annoyed at the way they turned to exchange looks of identical amazement.

‘Well, what do you know.’

‘It’s Malfoy and he’s-’

‘-actually working.’

In their usually puzzling fashion they managed to finish the other’s sentences. The Weasley twins were, at least, the best of the lot which admittedly wasn’t saying much. They were supposedly honorary Slytherins according to Pansy who had never yet been wrong about such things. It wasn’t actually that far fetched when one considered the sheer amount of cunning pranks they had pulled on the staff and student body of Hogwarts.

‘I do work here.’ Draco acknowledged. ‘And it’s my job to help the customers. You two look as if you’re having trouble?’ It was phrased as a statement, but the questioning tone left no doubt of the fact he was offering them assistance.

‘Well, we were wondering-’

‘-If you have anything cheaper than wolfsbane.’

‘It’s for a temporary shrinking solution.’

Draco mulled it over, pacing the shelves with the twins trailing behind him. ‘I’m guessing that the wolfsbane is to get the temporary effect, correct?’ They nodded and Draco wound his way towards another aisle, sifting through the jars. ‘Here we are. Mandrake leaves. You’ll want to soak them in vinegar for two hours first, mind you. That should work nicely; it’s both cheaper and safer.’

‘Really? Where’d you-’

‘Manage to come up with that?

‘And how do we know that we can trust you?’

‘As to the first,’ Draco answered calmly, forcibly keeping his sneer in check. ‘It’s because I’m brilliant at Potions. As to the second, I value my job far more than few minutes worth of laughter at your expense. If you’re not happy with the mandrake leaves tell Mr. Jigger and he’ll give you a refund. Satisfied?’ Of course, it would come out of his paycheck, but the mandrake leaves would be fine for what the twins intended so Draco wasn’t worried.

‘Quite.’

‘Yeah, thanks Malfoy.’

‘You’re not half bad.’

Which was probably the highest praise he’d ever receive from a Weasley. He rang up their purchases and watched them leave with a smirk. All in all, not a bad day’s work.

To be Continued
Comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate