Draco sighed and put his head back, staring into the darkness. The day had been relatively quiet, leaving him time to think over the betrothal contract, his name, his mother... too much ( Read more... )

Pansy! Wait ( Read more... )

Draco wakes quickly from a rather strange dream where he was being punched - not slapped - by Granger. Tentatively, he feels his jaw - an echo of the pain is still there but it's fading quickly. Strange... He can also remember that, earlier in the dream, he had been in a DADA class with the Gryffindors and Professor Lupin... in the dream, he couldn ( Read more... )

Draco wakes slowly - the sun is peeking through the window shade and seems at an odd angle...

Whoa!

He sits up and looks across the rumpled bedcovers at Pansy, who's still asleep. They hadn't slept this late in a while, but after last night's talk and their later... activities he supposed it wasn't really that surprising ( Read more... )

~Draco feels a bit better after talking with Severus... and a bit worse. Does Severus really think that of him? Or was that bit at the end more his true feelings? Can't the man see that Draco is in the same spot he was (as Draco supposes) in when he was Draco's age ( Read more... )

~Draco and Severus are at the table. Pansy and Minerva are talking quietly in the living room and Hooch is nowhere to be found. Draco takes a deep breath and looks at the man sitting across from him ( Read more... )

Draco hears Pansy get up, but continues to feign sleep.

He needs to think.

Over the night, he's gone back and forth on the situation. What if Severus is his father? And really, that looked like the most logical answer. Otherwise his mother wouldn't have worried about his own health. Draco knows that his mother has to know the truth - there's no ( Read more... )

Draco leaves the house, closing the door gently behind him. Lifting his head up, he lets the rain fall down on his face and lets out a shaky breath.

Mindful of the kitchen window, he walks farther into the yard and out of its view.

Thanks, Uncle Severus.

~Draco pockets one of the bottles and takes the other to where Pansy's lying on the couch. He rubs her shoulder slowly, being careful not to jar her too much.~

Here, Pansy... try to sit up. Drink this, it'll help.

Truth or Dare.
Stupid task. Who knew it would have such large consequences?

Some awful noise from the bathroom woke him up a while back, and though he'd attempted to return to sleep he hadn't been able to.
( Private )