A/N: If it seems like I lost my train of thought somewhere, it’s probably because I, er, did. Haha! Oh, well. The fanfic isn’t perfect. This is just one of its many imperfections :D The characters may act a bit childish in this chapter, because, um… well, I actually don’t know. Maybe it was the mood I was in when I wrote this chapter… I don’t know! ENJOY!!!
“Sit down, Narcissa, Draco,” said Lucius Malfoy, sounding nervous.
“Lucius?” Narcissa asked, confused. “Is… Is there a problem?”
“Yes… now, Draco. Do not lose your head over this. I… I did something on your wedding–”
“This cannot be kept any more!” bellowed Lucius. Draco was certain the women in the other room had heard that.
Lucius closed his eyes and opened them. “While you and Astoria were reciting your wedding vows, I wanted to make certain that the marriage lasted–so things like this wouldn’t happen–so I… I performed the Unbreakable Vow.” There was a long pause.
“You did what?” Draco asked slowly in a low voice.
“Draco,” said Narcissa in a soothing tone. She touched his arm. “Please–”
“NO!” Draco shouted, pulling his arm away from his mother. “How could you do this?” He turned to his mother. “And you! You knew?”
“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” he yelled, storming out of the study. Anger rolled off of his body. He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum.
When he entered the breakfast room, he noticed Hermione and Pansy speaking quietly.
“Well, I’m glad you two are chummy,” Draco said dryly. The two woman sat back in their chairs.
“Draco,” said Pansy. “What happ–”
“You know what happened,” he snapped.
“Gran–Charice–we must hold off the engagement until further notice. I now have to travel to Albania to sort this problem out,” Draco said, exasperated. “Pansy, you are to stay here with her until I get back. I don’t want her messing this up.”
“Wait a minute! You are not my mother, nor are you my father. You do not have the right to command me to do something. I’m not your secretary or assistant, Draco Malfoy, but your friend, and I do not appreciate being spoken to in that manner!”
“I’m sorry, Pansy, but your life is at stake, too! I’m doing this for all of us!” said Draco wearily.
“Apologize!” said Pansy, trying to keep her calm demeanor.
“What the hell for?” Draco asked angrily.
“You know what for! Apologize!” Pansy shrieked. Hermione noticed Lucius and Narcissa staring wide-eyed in the corridor. She walked out as Pansy and Draco continued to yell back and forth at each other.
“I’m… I apologize for them…” said Hermione awkwardly. “They’re, ah, always going at it.”
“Ms. Renigold, I should apologize for my son. I thought we raised him better,” said Lucius. He and Narcissa were still staring in shock at the two adults.
“Perhaps we should have married Draco off to Pansy instead,” Narcissa mused. “They act more like a married couple than he and Astoria, do they not?”
“Hmph,” said Lucius. He stalked off as Draco entered the corridor. “Pansy and Charice will reside in the Manor. Mother, my son will be present for a few months. I give you and Father full responsibility of him until I return.”
“You’re taking Scorpius out of Hogwarts? Where, return from where?”
“Mother! Please, don’t worry, alright? I’ll hire… Gra–Charice. Yes, whe was a marvelous student in school, and she’ll tutor Scorpius, won’t you?” asked Draco, glaring at Hermione as if to say “you’d better.”
“I’ll–of course. It would be an… honor to meet and tutor your son. I’m sure he’ll be wonderful,” said Hermione, sounding flustered.
“Yes, he should be, as he was raised differently than I was,” Draco said, looking at his mother accusingly.
“Draco, don’t do this now,” Narcissa said, exasperated.
“I’m off to the Ministry,” he said, ignoring his mother And with that, Draco left the Manor, leaving in his place a sudden burst of chilly air.