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It Wasn't His Fault	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-It Wasn't His Fault
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4:45pm

"You're awake."

Early bird gets the worm. "You're early." Mother used to say something about Lucius being early to everything… I think.

"I-Yes, father put a big emphasis on being early to any meeting, so now I show up early to everything."

"Understandable, that is a good way to live your life, of course, this isn't a meeting, and I won't be leaving anytime soon." Wonder what he got me to eat. Poor kid looks scared, wonder why.

"Uh I can leave and come back in 20 minutes if that'll-"

"No, no, no, now is fine. Don't just stand there in the doorway-besides, you've brought food… I hope."

"Yes I've brought food." She's kind of funny, probably a side affect from a drought or something. "I brought some salad, a few sandwiches, some juice, four chicken legs, oh and then some dessert. You don't mind if it's made by house elves do you?"

House elves… Of course they would have house elves still, do I mind, not terribly I suppose, mums food would have been better; but mum isn't here. "That's fine."

"Oh ok good." She didn't look happy to be having house elf made food. "Um here you go."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

This all looks delicious. "Are you ok Mr. Malfoy? You're fidgeting. Should I call the doctor and have him look at you?"

"I, oh uh no, I'm fine just nervous I suppose."

"Ah I see."

"And um you can call me Draco if-if you want, Mr. Malfoy sounds like my-I mean our father." Oops way to sound insensitive and selfish.

"Hahahahahaha it's ok. I don't necessarily consider your father my father."

"I-how do you mean?"

"Draco, stop hovering over the door, pull up a chair, and relax, I promise I won't bite you."

"O-ok."

"What I meant by that is-hey, no lettuce and the skins of the tomatoes have been cut off."

"Oh I'm sorry my mum and I don't like lettuce or the skins of tomatoes, I suppose the elves just made it the regular way I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? This is exactly how I like my sandwiches." Weird, genetic apparently because mother had her sandwiches the same way.

"…"

"So why are you so nervous?"

"Because it's weird having a-a sister. I mean, I've always been an only child and-and I've always been alone so now the thought that I've always had a sister out there is kind of scary. It-it makes me wonder if I ever had any other brothers or sisters… And seeing father so worked up over you being here and in this condition was unnerving, I-I hope that he would be like that if it were me, I don't think I'd ever seen him so worked up except for when the Dark Lord… Well in the past when mum and I have been threatened but other than that never. And I-I'm rambling I apologize that is very rude of me."

"Stop apologizing it's irritating and you're doing nothing wrong. Besides, your rambling is nice to hear, all I hear is doctor reports all day and the screaming of people down the hall and on other floors. You can ramble all you want for all I care."

"I-ok."

He looks very nervous still, wonder what it is, probably scared or hates hospitals or something like that. "As for your father being in such a snit about me being in here, you don't have to worry about him caring. If it were you, the doctor that took care of you would've been a million times more competent, the best in the field, and you'd be cured, home, and flying on your broom. Your father would be more worried about you than he could ever be about me, have no fear of that." Seriously, why would he think that Lucius doesn't care about him, he's his only son, heir to the line, and is the only child he's raised. "So no worries, I'm not trying to steal your father, I assure you that is not my intention by informing him of what my mother told me." Why would I want to steal his father? I've been fine without one up until mother told me about him, why do I need one now?

"I-I didn't mean to sound that way, it's weird having a sibling after being an only child is all I meant."

"No worries. Thank you for the food. It is very good. Now, you're still nervous and fidgeting so why don't you tell me the real reason why you're still agitated."

"I-well do you know who hurt you?"

That was not expected, sure isn't as smooth talking as his father is, I'm sure that'll be fixed by the time he enters the Ministry political scene and Malfoy Inc.. "Not very subtle, but to answer your question, no, I don't know who hurt me, or why. Kingsley won't allow me to see the case file, no matter I shall find out soon after I get released."

"Oh… How are you feeling?"

"Tired one moment, rested the next, mostly tired though, I'm really an illusion at the moment. I look as though I'm healed, as though I should be released soon, but the truth of the matter is that I'm far from healthy and I'm not sure exactly when they will release me. No matter, that'll give me plenty of time to get done what needs to get done."

"Oh… At least your external injuries have healed up nicely you really don't even look like anything's happened to you."

"Thank you. Have you been out of school since I was brought here?"

"Yes. Father said that we should all be able to get here and be here if you needed it."

"Ah…" That is interesting. "Well I must insist that you return to school, you're not helping yourself f if you're here missing classes. Besides, I'm sure your friends have many questions as this is most likely plastered across the papers by now."

"I-ok."

"Do not think that I am not grateful-I am, it has been nice observing you in a situation where I don't have to follow you around, it has been refreshing."

"Follow me?"

"Yes. I'm an Auror."

"I know that."

"During the war, Kingsley made it my job to know everything about your family, make sure that you're safe and accounted for, needless to say, I followed you around a lot."

"I didn't know that."

"Nobody did."

"Nobody?"

"Nobody but Kingsely and myself."

"Why was that your job? Couldn't you have been used for something else, wouldn't that have been a better use of your skills?"

"Yes. I could've been used for something better, more productive, and that was my thinking on it at the time. I felt as though he was punishing me for something I did. Now, I know it's because he wanted to make sure that my-my relatives were safe and always had Ministry protection, it also help me learn about you all individually, which was a good thing now that I think about it." Very good because now I can read them without them realizing I'm doing it-well Lucius might be able to he's a very observant man.

"Oh so he's known all along about your mother and-and…?"

"Yes, I guess he and Dumbledore are the only ones she's had contact with in this world since she left."

"Wow. I couldn't imagine doing that." Not seeing anyone that I knew or any place that was familiar to me. That's just insane.

"Thank you for stopping by to bring me more food and talk a bit. Do you feel less nervous?"

"You're welcome. A little, it's a little nerve wracking knowing that my father had a child before me and that she is one of the Ministry's best Aurors.

"Haha, that's understandable. I think I'm going to try and sleep now, you are welcome to owl me if you would like to, if not, perhaps we'll see each other around."

"I-alright that sounds good. Get well soon."

"Thank you and remember that no matter what anybody says, he's always going to be your father before he is mine."

"I-ok. Good night. I'll owl you sometime."

"Very well. Good evening." And then the prodigal son was gone. He relaxed a little at the end, but still not much. The food was delicious though, regardless of who made it. Man! I wish there were TV here, this place sucks without one.

9:00pm

"Do you think she's mad that I'm here?"

"No she's not mad, that's an absurd idea."

"Lucius, I hardly think that taking that tone with me is necessary, I was merely asking a question."

"Narcissa, she's asleep, she can't be mad if she isn't aware that we're here."

"I-"

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, while I do not mean to sound rude, I find myself wondering what you're doing here at this time."

"You're awake."

"Yes."

"We did not wake you I hope?"

"You did, but no ill feelings Mrs. Malfoy, sleeping as much as I have been lately is not good for ones system."

"I think your doctor would beg to differ."

"Yes well…. He isn't the one sleeping sir and I feel as though this much sleep is detrimental to my health."

"Mmm…"

"I apologize I'm snapping at you two. What brings you here?"

"Narcissa and I thought you might want something to eat, isn't that what you said dear?"

"I-oh yes. I've brought some homemade chicken soup-"

"While your thought to bring me food was nice your son stopped by earlier and gave me some food."

"Oh…" She really doesn't like me. I wish I could do something that would make her at least be nice to me.

Why is Lucius looking at me like that? Oh yeah, giving her a chance or something, what did he say last time we talked? I don't know. Be nice. Be nice… Right. "Did you say it was homemade Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Yes, I did. I-I made it actually, I haven't cooked in a long while, since I was a little girl but I remember when I was in the hospital after I had Draco my mothers recipe of chicken soup made being stuck here a little more bearable."

"Oh…" It's probably the same recipe mum used. "Well I uh, I suppose I could have some, I was thinking about chicken soup earlier."

"Really? Perhaps that's why I thought to make some out of the blue, I don't cook anymore you know."

Yeah because you have an army of elves to do it for you. "Oh, well uh I'm sure it'll be good, cooking is like riding a bike after not riding one, oops sorry muggle phrase, it's easy to do, even if it's been awhile." Haha. The look on their faces was funny.

"Oh you don't have anything to drink with it, it's going to be very hot, let me run and get you a drink for it."

"No it's ok, I…Never mind."

"My wife is very nervous if you couldn't tell."

"Yeah."

"She's nervous that you hate her."

"I don't hate her. I told both of you that, I just don't like how she treated my mum. There is a distinct difference."

"Well she-"

"If I hated her, then I would treat her the way I treat Ted."

"…"

"But I don't. So she should stop being nervous."

"How is the soup?"

"Hot." Really hot.

"I figured but other than that?"

"Good." Not as good as mum's but then again Mrs. Malfoy doesn't cook, mum did.

"That's good to hear, she'll be relieved to know that."

"You're going to tell her I think it's good?"

"While my first instinct is to think that you're serious, my gut is telling me that your jesting with me."

"Perhaps, you'll find out I guess."

"…"

Ahh, the raised eyebrow, I wonder if Severus learned that from him. "So what's the real reason why she's here?"

"Soup."

"Soup and…?"

"She wants to talk about your mother with you."

Really… "It was nice of you to visit Mr. Malfoy, but I'm tired and I'm afraid that I am going to rest now."

"Tonks I-"

"Ms. Tonks and good night."

"We're not leaving. Just because you don't want to talk about it doesn't mean that she can't talk to you about it."

"Yes it does. The topic is not open for discussion and the idea that it was, was a stupid one. Your presence is no longer wanted here."

"We are not-"

"Lucius what are you two arguing about?"

"I told her what you wanted to talk to her about."

"I-Oh…"

"As I told your husband Mrs. Malfoy, the topic is not open for discussion. Thank you for visiting but I'm afraid that I am tired and wish to rest. Good night."

"I-alright, I'll just leave the water here for you. I-"

"Narcissa we are not leaving."

"You are leaving Mr. Malfoy, either you leave willingly or I get the doctors to make you leave."

"…"

"Lucius let us leave. Ms. Tonks, I shall leave these letters here with you, they're from your mother to Bellatrix and I, you are free to read them."

"It is not necessary."

"I'm leaving them all the same and I'm sorry that our visit upset you. Perhaps we'll stop by at a later date. Good evening. Come along Lucius."

"…" How dare they think that they can just come back here, bring soup and think that everything will be right as rain and then bring up my mother… What world do they live in where that is acceptable? I don't understand, especially him when I told him yesterday that I was not interested in speaking with his wife about my mother.

"Tonks."

"I-What are you doing back here? Get out! I don't want to talk to you or-or her! Leave I-"

"Do not speak to me in that way."

"You can't tell me what to do or how to act. I am a grown woman."

"While you may be a grown woman you are still my child. Regardless of the fact that we didn't know of each others relation until recently, you are not and I repeat not ever going to speak to me or my wife like that again. Am I understood?"

"I understand, but that does not mean that I'm going to listen to what you say." Out of your bloody mind if you think I am.

"…"

"I'm not, so don't expect me to."

"Draco informed me of your conversation earlier."

"That's nice."

"…"

"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to be jealous get all teary eyed that you two had father son time, when I was never able to have that? I'm not. I've grown up my whole life not having a father, and now that you are in my life I'm not going to get all mushy. I'm not a mushy person."

"I do not expect you to be a "mushy person" as you put it. But I do expect you to be respectful and courteous towards us, we are your elders and I refuse to believe that Andromeda raised her daughter to act this way."

"I don't think you know anything about my mother except for what you read in the letter she left you."

"You're right, my knowledge on your mother is limited, but that doesn't mean that I didn't know her or her values."

"…"

"I shall bid you a good evening, but tomorrow we shall be back. Read the letters that my wife left you, perhaps they'll be eye opening, perhaps not. But I do expect you to be more respectful when I visit tomorrow morning."

"…"

"Good evening Nymphadora."

"Don't call me that, I hate that name."

"That is your given name, and I shall use it if I wish to. Oh Severus gave this to give you. Good evening."

"Stupid… chicken soup…mum… stupid…" Ugh that made me so mad. I need a sleeping drought. Now! Maybe I'll feel better in the morning and then I can pick up this conversation with daddy. I can't wait! Hmmf.
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