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Sharing the news with Mother and Pansy - After the End's ~ Draco Malfoy
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Draco Malfoy
Date: 2007-09-22 17:45
Subject: Sharing the news with Mother and Pansy
Security: Public
Mood:pensivepensive
Tags:(katie bell), (lucius), draco, narcissa, pansy
It has been over twenty four hours since Hannah Abbott told me the news of the lawsuit. I have not had time to go and tell Mother, but I need to, and soon. I wonder what she'll think of me? I believe I'm doing the right thing. I don't need any more bad publicity in the slightest, and I don't need people to be reminded of my past sins.

Concentrating on the Manor, I Apparate there from my office at the club and appear before the front door. My knock is answered by one of the house-elves, who lets me in and I look around for Mother.

I find Mother in the library, curled up with a book and eating . . . ice cream? Since when does Mother curl up with a bowl of ice cream? She's usually so fastidious about eating right. I check the cover of the ancient looking book she's reading--The Real History of Morgana Le Fey.

Clearing my throat, I smirk as she looks up from the book. "I take it that you are feeling better today, Mother?" I ask, raising my eyebrow slightly at her.

She smiles at me. "Draco! It is a pleasure to see you here again." She looks guiltily at the bowl of ice cream in her hand. "Gingersnap ice cream. Just the thing to settle my stomach." I notice a small potion vial on the table next to her.

"Are you still feeling poorly, Mother?" Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. She may not take it very well.

"Not really. The gingersnap ice cream seems to stay down and that," she says, pointing at the potion vial, "is a nutritional supplement to keep my electrolytes from falling and my energy up. I am doing better, but I am eating a lot of ice cream--far more than I am used to." She chuckles softly.

"I am glad to hear it," I say sincerely. "I have to tell you that this is not entirely a social call. I have some rather...interesting news to tell you and I'm not exactly sure how you are going to take it. But I wanted you to hear it from me instead of someone else."

She looks alarmed, the smile disappears from her face, and she sets the ice cream down. "What is it, son? Did Pansy call off the engagement?"

"No, Pansy and I are fine. But I have had a lawsuit brought against me."

Her voice drops several pitches. "Who is suing you? Why? How much?"

"Katie Bell. She's suing me because -" I say, and then stop, realizing that Mother never heard this story. She probably doesn't know half of the things that I have done.

Mother reaches forward and puts her hand over mine. "Son? What did you do?" Her face looks calm, but I can tell by the flicker in her glance that she is afraid of what I will say.

"I cast the Imperio Curse on her and gave her a cursed necklace to take to Dumbledore. But she was cursed instead. She is suing me for 25,000 Galleons, and I must apologize to her. The money will go to St. Mungo's." I wait for Mother's response - I'm not exactly sure what she will say.
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ate_narcissa
User: ate_narcissa
Date: 2007-09-24 21:56 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Morgana help me--he is too much like his father, or he was. I am desperately trying to save them both. "You cursed her? How badly was she hurt? Is what she is asking reasonable?" I do not worry about the gold. He has enough to spare.

"She was in St. Mungo's for quite a while. Miss Abbott said that if it goes to trial the jury will likely award her at least four times that much, maybe even more. And of course if it goes to trial, there is the matter of her testifying that I used the Imperius curse on her, which as we know warrants a stay in Azkaban." He sighs. "I have told her that I will do it. I don't want any more negative publicity."

I nod. It is well that he does this. "I wish you had gone to Severus instead of trying to obey Voldemort yourself. He was sworn to help you."

His eyebrows shoot up. "I never knew that."

"I was doing all I could to help you, Son, including making Severus take an oath to help you. You would not allow me to help you, so I had to find a more indirect way of ensuring your survival," I explain. If he only knew how I groveled before Severus--and what else I would have done--to make him swear that Unbreakable Vow. It is better he does not know.

He's quiet for a moment or two, seemingly taking it all in. When he speaks again, he looks off across the room, but not really looking at anything in particular. "I see that he was cleared of his charges." His voice is quiet and pensive.

"Indeed. I have thought he would come and see me now that he is free. I owe him much," I tell him.

"Perhaps he would think it uncomely. After all, people might get the wrong idea. They still get the wrong idea about me at times, and I have been cleared now for five months. But some people will never change."
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ate_narcissa: ;! f rustrated
User: ate_narcissa
Date: 2007-09-24 21:57 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:;! f rustrated
"Uncomely? As if I am seducing him? Say what you mean, Draco," I feel my mood moving to angry. This is not good.

"Mother, think about it. Father is a known Death Eater. So is Professor Snape, who has just been cleared. Plus, you are my mother. I have been cleared also but do you not think that perhaps people might get the wrong idea if they were to see Professor Snape here at the Manor?" His voice is calm, and I really think he is trying to protect me.

"Considering the Manor is unplottable, who would see it, Draco? And even if they did, the fact that Severus has been cleared on all charges should allow people to see that I have nothing to worry about. As far as your father goes? He may find himself cleared one day too." I feel something grab tightly inside, and I fear I have said too much.

He gets a strange look in his eyes that shows he picked up on what I did not say, but he simply says, "I honestly don't see that happening any time soon. Speaking of Father, I will be meeting with him soon."

Here? Does he know? Would Lucius tell him knowing that if Draco slipped I would go to Azkaban? No, it must not be here. "Where are you meeting him, Son?" I wonder if I can find a way to watch when this happens--discreetly, of course.

"Stonehenge. He sent me a portkey. He told me that I could bring Pansy, but I believe it's better if I go alone. We have much to discuss." He says the last sentence almost as an afterthought. Was he reading my thoughts? Bella did teach him occlumency. Did she teach him some Legilimancy as well?

He may meet Demetria then. Good. "I am glad you and your father are going to talk--are talking again. He, like you, must be trying to change." I cannot tell him his father has already changed, and it is mostly due to an antidote I stealthily slipped to him that made him deathly ill. Indeed, I cannot tell him that his father and I are in daily contact. I sigh. So many secrets from my son--the person I would give my life to protect, yet I am keeping so much from him.

"I hope so. Another reason why I want to go alone is in case something should go wrong. Pansy won't get hurt. I don't think that it will, but I am not taking any chances."

"Your father will not hurt Pansy, nor you," I snap. "You should have learned that when he could not hurt you in the dual."

"Mother, I'm not saying that he will hurt me. But please understand that I love Pansy, and I am not taking any chances. It's nothing against Father."

He looks at me sincerely, and I know he believes what he is saying. "It is against your father. Whether you admit it or not. I am just saddened that you cannot trust your father. You must know that he is trying to change as much as you are. Otherwise, why would he have spoken to you the way he did? Or defended Pansy against her father?" I find myself growing angry and I do not wish to say something to my son I will regret.

"Mother I could have simply said that I wanted to talk with Father alone but I decided to be honest. I trust your instincts, I just wish you would trust mine. Father and I have a lot of catching up to do, and although I know it in my head that he will not hurt Pansy or me, I need to feel it without a shred of doubt in my heart. Please trust me on this."

"I see you acting like a melodramatic teenager--something completely out of character for a Malfoy, I might add. If you will excuse me, I need to check on a potion upstairs." I get up to leave.
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Draco Malfoy: Incredulous
User: ate_draco
Date: 2007-09-24 21:58 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:Incredulous
What in the name of Merlin did I do wrong? "Very well, Mother. I need to go talk to Pansy and tell her what has happened." I wait a minute to make sure she has nothing more to say.

"Goodbye, Son. Give your father a chance. Treat him with respect, but understand he is changing--that is apparent from all you have told me, yet you do not see it yourself. If you two can work out your problems, then maybe we can be a family again. I love you." With those last three words cut off tersely, she hurries up the stairs. I still do not understand why I angered her, but she is not happy with me. Hopefully Pansy will take things better.

Leaving the Manor, I soon Apparate back to the flat.
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Pansy Parkinson
User: ate_pansy
Date: 2007-09-24 22:07 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
As I work on another design, changing the waistline on a dress, I hear the sound of apparation elsewhere in the flat. I finish what I was doing, then set the quill down and glance out of the room. "Draco?" I can't think of anyone else who would be here, but I want to be sure, though after my father Polyjuiced himself as Draco, anything is possible.

"Yes, it's me," he says, coming into my workroom. "How was your day?"

"Busy," I answer. I had been at the store, but then came back and worked on a few designs. The amount of fabric I can get is limited, so I haven't started to create anything new. I am almost done with Narcissa's dress. I will have to owl her to inform her of that. "How was yours?"

"That's something I need to talk to you about," he says quietly. I can tell that whatever it is, it's serious.

"What happened?" I ask, frowning. Something must have happened.

"I am being sued by someone that I cursed in sixth year. It wasn't intentional. The necklace wasn't meant for her, but I did use the Imperius Curse on her to carry it."

I frown even more. I don't recall him ever telling me about this. "You cursed someone? Who?" I ask. Did he truly use the Imperius Curse? That means he could go to Azkaban. It is an Unforgivable Curse and I remember what it was like. Having no control over myself. Even my thoughts didn't seem to be my own.

"It was that Muggleborn Gryffindor Katie Bell. I gave her a necklace to take to Dumbledore and she touched it. I have to make a donation in her name to St. Mungo's."

"That was you?" I ask. I didn't care much for Katie Bell or Gryffindors in general. I remember what I heard though. She had been in St. Mungo's for quite awhile.

"Yes, it was me. I wanted to tell you so that you didn't hear it from someone else."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask. "And...why?" This doesn't seem like something Draco would do, but he is admitting to it.

"I don't know why I didn't tell you. I don't know why I did a lot of things back then. But as for why I did it? I had a mission from Voldemort to carry out. I was supposed to kill Dumbledore." He sighs and looks at me.

I just look at him for a moment. I knew he was charged with his death, but I hadn't thought about anything else he might have done. He usually told me everything. At least that is what I had thought. "And it didn't reach him," I state.

He nods. "So she is asking for twenty five thousand Galleons, but that's not the worst of it."

"What else?" I ask.

"I have to write her a letter of apology," he says the last words as if they leave a bad taste in his mouth.

"And then the whole thing is over with?" I ask.

"Yes, with the letter and the donation to St. Mungo's, there will be no trial and it won't go to the Daily Prophet." He pauses, and then adds, "And I won't go to Azkaban for an Unforgivable Curse."

"Then that isn't too bad." I know he doesn't want to write the letter, but doing such a small act is better than spending the rest of his life in Azkaban.
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Pansy Parkinson: casual
User: ate_pansy
Date: 2007-09-24 22:08 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:casual
"No, it's not. But apologizing to a Muggleborn -" he says and shakes his head. "Oh, and I had the will done. That is how I found out about the lawsuit. Miss Abbott informed me when I was in her office to have my will drawn up."

"How did that go?" I know it could take time to draw up a will. I'm not too concerned about it, but I know Draco is.

"It went well - I will have to change it, of course, when we marry because that will bring in parts of my inheritance and other things, but I will have it sometime next week."

I nod. "How long have you been given to do the other things? Make the donation and write the letter?"

"I have two weeks. If it isn't done within that time, the case will go forward into court." He looks at me. "You don't think less of me do you?"

"I have to admit, some of it surprises me." I knew he did things with Death Eaters, but I never knew that what happened to the Gryffindor was because of him.

"I'm not proud of what I did, Pansy."

"I know. I also know you've changed."

"I'll try not to keep any more secrets from you. And in light of that, I will be going to Stonehenge tomorrow to meet with my father. He said that I could bring you with me, but I felt it best that Father and I meet alone for the first time."

"Are you sure?" Yes, he helped both Draco and I on different occasions, but the thought still makes me uneasy.

"I'm sure. I am not going to say that something won't happen, because there is a real possibility. But if it does, it will happen to just me. I'm not taking any chances."

"I know things didn't go well in July, but why don't I come? If something happens, they'll be someone else there."

"I think if I come alone it will show him that I trust him. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," I sigh. I still don't like it. Perhaps nothing will happen, but I would rather go with him.

He comes over to me and puts his arms around me. "Thank you for being here for me."

I wrap my arms around him then kiss him, reminding myself that things will be alright. We've had obstacles, but I don't think anything can be worse than we've already experienced. No matter what, we always persevere.
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