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Tulip in the Sand	By : Evilevergreen Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Angelina Views: 6942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch. Betaed: Jan. 24, 2006

Chapter Eight: The Malfoy Curse Part I
It had been a long day as Draco greeted the men outside the Manor door. He walked to his bedroom and was ticked that Justice wasn�t outside of it, where he was suppose to be. Draco knew that Angelina was probably asleep at this late hour and Justice, more than likely, took that as his cue to take a break.
As he walked into the room a soft light filled it. He took off his long black cloak and hung in on a hook on the wall. He kicked off his shoes and walked towards his dresser to find something to sleep in. As he approached the dresser he looked at himself in the mirror. He touched the scar on his cheek and winced at the sight of blood, he knew wasn�t his own, on his hand. He tried to rub it away, but the long dried blood lingered.
He soon gave up after noticing thatone of the dresser drawers was slightly opened. He went to push it close when he realized it was empty. It was one of Angelina�s drawers. He opened another and also found it empty. He then looked in her closet, but again found nothing. He turned around, half expecting her to be sleeping in bed, but like the drawers and the closet it was vacant.
He stormed out the room, thinking she could not have gotten far. He walked down the hall and around the corner, and spotted Justice. He marched up to him and slammed him up against the wall. �Where is my wife?� he demanded.
�Sh- sh- she,� he stuttered, not thinking that Draco was going to attack him the moment he saw him. �She�s in the bedroom down the hall.�
Draco immediately dropped him and walked towards the guest bedroom. He opened the door to the moonlit room and saw that Angelina had moved the majority of her things into it. He walked over to her sleeping form and noticed her tear stained pillow. He squatted down beside the bed and gradually, almost unconsciously, reached out his hand and caressed her face gently. �I�m sorry.� he whispered. She stirred in her sleep as she seem to pull away from his touch.
Draco stood back up and made his way back to his own, separate bedroom where he prepared for a shower. When he was finished and ready for bed, he climbed into it, his back to where Angelina normally slept. It�s not like he wasn�t used to sleeping here on his own. There had been plenty of nights when she stayed at her lover�s house, which he now knew had been Montague. And he knew she had spent nights here on her own, when he was with his lover.
But he knew this was different, and for some reason he felt utterly alone. �What is wrong with you?� he spoke to himself as he brought his knees closer to his chest. �You�re not suppose to feel this way,� he sighed. �No good can come from this.�
Draco realized when he saw Angelina emerge from Montague�s bedroom, something he hadn�t felt before, ran through his body. He told himself he didn�t know what it was, but that was a lie, he knew exactly what it was. It was hurt. Having proof, seeing it with his own eyes, that she had been with another man, hurt.
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It was near noon and Angelina had not spoken one, solitary word to Draco; she had barely even looked at him. He knew she was pissed as she now had her own personal shadow, Justice, following her wherever she went.
�Draco?� he was honestly surprised when he heard his name spoken so gently. It reminded him of something, but he couldn�t quite put a finger on it.
Draco looked up from his book and could read the small amount of embarrassment on her face. �Yes?�
�I was just wondering,� her head was lowered towards the floor, �is Grayson allowed in the house today? He wasn�t yesterday, and Justice,� there was a hint of disgust in her voice as she said his name, �doesn�t make good company.�
Angelina was asking for Draco�s permission and suddenly he knew whom she reminded him of. . . his mother. His mother never did a thing without his father�s consent. This was not what Draco wanted. He didn�t want the submissive wife. Yet, he knew he was responsible for this new behavior. He had lost control that night and if he hadn�t snapped back into reality when he did, he knew he would have killed her, and he knew she feared him for that. He knew she didn't trust him anymore, but how could he blame her, when he felt the same about himself?
�Fine, you may have your company.� And he waved her away.
Grayson sat with Angelina at the kitchen table eating lunch. He noticed the bandage on her head and the turtleneck she wore though the house was quite warm. He had also noticed all the men outside and the one who took a seat on the far end of the table opposite of him and Angelina. �Who�s he?� Grayson finally asked.
�He�s no one, ignore him,� she told him and he did and they continued on with their conversation. Angelina was smiling and speaking lively until Draco entered the kitchen. Her smile faded and she seem to shrink in her seat. She continued with her discussion after he left, as if nothing had happened. Grayson realized there was something definitely wrong with this picture, but dare not ask.
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Draco later found himself on the on the porch of his childhood home. The Manor he grew up in had not changed much since he moved out of it. He entered the house, determined to speak with his father. He came upon a house elf and told him to fetch him. Soon Draco could hear the footsteps of the man who had raised him. �Ah, son. I�ve been expecting you. Follow me.� And Draco did as he was told.
They entered Lucius� office and they both took a seat. �I pray everything is in order.�
�No,� he told him. �I�ve thought about it and. . .� he searched for the words. �No, just no.�
Lucius was not pleased. �She has become an embarrassment to our family line. You know what needs to be done and soon.� Word about Angelina�s infidelity had soon made its way to Lucius� ears and his solution towards the betrayal of a Malfoy was death. When he had arrived at Draco�s, Draco had been coming down the stairs, after carrying Angelina up, looking very melancholy. He told his father he would take care of it. �And if you can�t you know I will.�
�You will not touch her,� Draco said without thinking.
�Are you talking back to me?� Lucius asked incredibly.
Draco quickly shook his head. �It�s just not necessary father. Especially since we have not produced an heir.�
�Then once we get rid of your current wife, you will marry the Parkinson girl. She will give you the heir this family needs. Besides, how can the Dark Lord expect you to run an army when you can�t seem to keep a handle on your own wife?�
�I don�t want Pansy,� Draco said quietly.
Lucius looked at his son oddly. �Why not,� he began slowly. �When your own wife is said to be no more than a whore?�
�Take that back!� Draco rose out of his seat and slammed his hands on the desk. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice to his father.
�Just what I thought,� Lucius shook his head, the only reaction to his son�s sudden outburst. �My boy, look at you,� he said as Draco sat back down. �Allowing a woman to rule your emotions. Haven�t I taught you better than that?�
�Yeah,� Draco began. �You have taught me to be a cold, sadistic, bastard just like you, unable to express anything but hate. No wonder this family is cursed.�
�You call it a curse, but many before you have called it a blessing.�
�What kind of blessing is it to never be truly loved?� Draco asked.
�Many would gladly give it up, for what we have.�
�And what do we have father?� He leaned towards him. �We are surrounded by nothing more than blood and death! I�ve never even had a friend I could honestly say I trusted! I thought I was close once,� his eyes were wide as he shook his head like a fool. �But of course I was betrayed by him too. And my wife,� he spoke softly, �in school, she was so strong, so independent, so self-confident, and I have done nothing in the last three years than slowly strip away her soul.�
�You�re not looking at the big picture, Draco.� Lucius rose from his seat. �We have wealth, we have power, we have the skills of persuasion and manipulation. Malfoys have been here since the beginning of time and we will be here until the setting of the last day. Right now, we stand in the shadows of our Dark Lord, we do his bidding as he sees fit, but one day and one day soon, he will fall, and it will be the line of Malfoy that rises and takes their rightful place in which we have been denied for so long. We�re just putting in our time son, but until then, show no weakness, show no mercy, and be relentless in every decision you make.�
Draco rose to meet his father�s gaze. �Why? What�s the point when, in the end, I will have nothing, just like you?� He studied his father. �I don�t want my son to hate me the way I hate you. I don�t want my wife to mysteriously disappear, like mother did last year. I don�t want. . .� he trailed off as he lowered his head. �I don�t want be old and alone in a house, where money will not comfort me.�
�Boy, pull yourself together, you�re starting to disgust me.� Lucius sat back down. �If I have not taught you anything, at least remember this: love is a weakness, Draco. It will only destroy our line.�
Draco looked his father dead in the eye. �Maybe I�m willing to risk it.�
Lucius cracked his knuckles and looked at his son with a sinister smile. �You may be son, but take me at my word, she is not,� his voice then became uncharacteristically gentle. �And she will never be. It is our curse to eventually rise to inconceivable power, but forever stand alone.� For a moment, Draco would have sworn, he saw a flash of sadness in his father�s usually relentless eyes. And for that moment, Draco knew he wasn�t alone in how he felt, that maybe his father too, deep down within him, struggled as much as he did.
�There is always hope.�
�Hope,� Lucius said it as if it were a foreign word. �You�re still so naive, you don�t understand do you?�
�Enlighten me than, father.�
�Hope, for a Malfoy, dies with the passing of youth.�
Draco had had enough; he was done with this conversation. He walked towards the door. �This will be the last time I tell you, stay away from my wife.�
�Is that a threat?�
�Threat. Promise. Call it what you like, just stay away.�
�Before you go, answer me one thing.�
�What is it, father?� He turned to him.
�How did you get the black eye?� Draco looked towards the floor and back to his father, but said nothing and walked out the door.
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As soon as Draco arrived home, he dismissed the patrolmen. His father would not come for Angelina again, because the moment Draco hadlost control, he had lost a lot of ground with Angelina and his father knew that.
Draco was in the living room, about to head out, when Angelina appeared in front of the door. Her head was down and her hands were behind her back. �Yes?� he asked and as she raised her head and he saw that look in her eye, everything slowed down.
Draco could not react as he saw her pull her wand from behind her back and aim it straight towards his chest. �Expelliarmus!� she screamed and a blazing burst of scarlet light exploded from the end of her wand. Draco went speeding through the air and slammed up against the wall before sliding down to the floor. Angelina walked over to Draco and stood over him. �Funny,� her voice sounded innocent as she tilted her head to one side. �I meant to kill you.� But she changed her mind at the last moment. Angelina squatted with her wand still pointing at Draco. �I should though. Marrying you has brought me nothing but despair.�
�Tul-� he began.
�Shut up,� she said calmly. She was then quiet for a moment before speaking again. �Draco, I don�t want to do this anymore. I�m tired of. . . I�m tired of losing people,� she lowered her wand. �So I�m just going to go, okay? Besides, I know how you Malfoys work anyway. Just tell your father I �disappeared� just like your mother did and I�m sure he�ll just fill in the blanks. Everyone�s happy.�
She started to rise. �Wait.� Draco reached and firmly took Angelina�s hand. �Don�t leave me,� he shook his head. �Tulip, please,� pride was nowhere to be found, �please, don�t leave me. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I�ll-�
�Can you bring back David? How about George, or the other people you and your kind have managed to run away?�
Draco averted his eyes. �I can�t change the past,� he looked back at her. �But I. . . Tulip the other night. . .believe me, it won�t happen again.� Angelina then fell from her heels to her knees. �Stay.� He started to pull her closer. �Stay.� He took her in his arms and Angelina didn�t fight him. �Please stay.�
Draco felt her shake her ahead against him. �No,� she whispered as Draco felt something wet on his cheek. They were tears. �I can�t.� She pulled away and stood up without looking at him and started towards the door.
�Angelina!� Draco yelled. When Angelina heard her name, which was so rarely spoken by him, she felt a chill run down her spine. She knew she shouldn�t look back. She knew all she had to do was keep on walking, but she didn�t. She turned around. And as she did, her mouth slowly fell open, because what she saw, she thought she would never witness in her lifetime, �I am begging you,� a Malfoy, on his knees.
Draco held his breath as he stared at his wife before him. His father�s words resounding in his head, forever stand alone.
Angelina slowly walked over to her husband in his position of complete surrender. His surrender to her. �Draco, what are you doing?�
�Showing you who I am,� he began. �I'm just a man, Tulip. Nothing more, nothing less, just a man, asking his wife not to go.�
�Draco, get up.�
And he obeyed. �Angelina?�
Angelina looked into her husband�s eyes and somehow knew he was being sincere, but nevertheless she hoped she would not regret her decision. �I�ll stay,� she said quietly with her head down. A look of relief could be read on Draco. He reached under her chin and lifted towards him as she reluctantly returned his soft smile. Their eyes thenlocked as Draco moved his hand from under her chin and cupped her face. He then slowly leaned down and for the first, since their wedding day, kissed Angelina. She gasped and took a step back as her fingers came to where his lips had touched hers. She shook her head. �No.�
Draco ran his fingers through his hair. �Of course. I�m. . ." he then watched as she hurriedly left the room. "Of course.�
To Be Continued. . .

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