Dinner was a surreal affair consisting of good food and senseless conversation. Draco was waiting for the bickering to start, for the veiled insults to make their way through polite appearances. However, nothing happened. Nothing. His parents barely spoke to each other. Each asked him question, and somehow, each question seemed to annoy the ( Read more... )

Draco showered and donned a clean robe. He didn't even want to guess what his father would say if he saw him with the robes he used while helping Severus prepare potions. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked perfect as always. Too bad he couldn't use his looks on his parents. He sighed, preparing for whatever tension might ( Read more... )

Narcissa sat in the small library on the second floor, a cup of tea cooling at her elbow. Though it was growing dark she had yet to light a candle; in point of fact, she hadn't really noticed the deepening shadows. Perhaps the darkness was a kind of substitute for what she sorely missed, like a cloak of gauze one could pretend was wool--at least ( Read more... )

Maybe he was being careless where Potter was concerned, but the boy always seemed to get to their rendevouz before him, and Draco refused to get up at the crack of dawn just to get to that filthy place before Harry, especially not when he could stay in bed with Theo ( Read more... )

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Draco arrived to Theo's home, knowing that his lover was back in school. He went straight to the library and found parchment and a quill. He needed to write to Harry, but that could wait for later. First, he penned his message to Theo.

Hi,

Don't worry, nothing is wrong, but I'd like to speak to you. I'm at your house.He decided to keep it ( Read more... )

In the labyrinth of cellars and dungeons beneath the Dark Lord's lair, Snape and Draco were busy, gathering a delicate species of fungus that grew best in subterranean places where old blood had been spilled. The two were crouched in an empty torture chamber, scraping away at the stone beneath rusted manacles, when the echoing acoustics brought ( Read more... )

As much as he wanted to see Theo, Draco hadn't owled. He wasn't sure why, but his meetings with his father and Harry had left him unsettled. Too many things were happening, and if Theo preferred to stay in school (he hadn't owled either, so maybe he was starting to understand that it was safer there), it was probably for the best. However, Draco ( Read more... )

Malfoy,

I'm still insane, if you are. Is there a place we can meet?

--Potter

Lucius paced in front of his desk, pausing every so often to look out the window. It was morning and the dew still clung to the grass. There were no shadows outside, no walls, no pain. Each time he looked, he lost minutes to contemplation before he gave his head a shake and turned away ( Read more... )