Draco

"Father but why not!" I shouted at him for the first time.

"I did everything you ever wanted me to and just for once that I want to be friends with someone aside from my house, you're against it?" I exclaim.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was 13 for hell's sake! He should at least start to trust me!

"Draco I am telling you this the last time, you will not be friends with that Potter or his mudblood and blood tratior friends." Father ordered.

"But why not? Give me one, one reason!" I did it.

I finally screamed at him.

And the look father gave me, I was sure this was the end of my life.

Father had took his wand out and pointing it at me, and he was about to cast a spell on me when my mother came and stood in between us.

"Lucius no!" She had yelled.

I couldn't see her face properly but I was sure it was filled with distress. No matter what happened my mother always treated me like a king.

Even if I made a mistake. Even if I broke things in the house. By mistake of course.

Always like a king. And even though I couldn't see her face, I could feel it. The panic inside of her.

And as if on a snap, father pulled his wand back and turned around and walked away.

After he was surely out of the house, my mother turned towards me, her panicked face morphing into pure love and sadness.

"Oh Draco! I am so sorry that you had to bear that. You know your father, Lucius is just trying to protect you." She says and comes towards me and takes me in her arms.

Her hands were oh so very soft and gentle and it reminded me of the feathers which were shed from the peacocks in our big marvelous garden.

She would always turn a cold and empty room into warmth and love, which radiated all around.

"I'm sorry mother. I promise not to do that again." I mumble.

"Oh Draco you must know that it's not your fault. I told you he's just trying to protect you. His crimes have brought a tragic fate to you and no matter what happens just remember, all that he's doing is to protect you." My mother whispers to me.

I never really understood what she was talking about because it was always said in riddles but whatever it was, I trusted her.

"Yes mother I will." I answer and was glad to see her smile.

"No come and help me kitchen will you. The cook has called in sick and we have guests coming over tonight." She said that and motioned me to follow her.

I could remember that incident as if it happened just now, not that it matters. All that argument did was being sourness in between the family.

And now the big commotion of Sirius Black all around England just made it more sour.

As I trudge back to the Slytherin dungeons, I can't help but imagine what it would be like if that scarhead golden Potter had just accepted my friendship.

Would we be friends? I don't doubt it. With father on my tale not possible.

Or would it?

I stop pondering over this because I know it's impossible and that it's a waste of time.

But even if I didn't show it, I think it was clear that I just wanted to be friends with that scarhead golden boy. At least to him.

But I had to keep my father's word and my mother's promise, and all this made my head explode into a migraine. I think I might need to go to madam pomfrey tomorrow.

I make a promise to myself as I enter the boys dormatries.

Because it meant to much to my mother and because I don't want my father to get cold feet on me, I promise myself to send a letter back tomorrow when the owl posts come in the morning to my father, apologising to him.

And as I lay down, all I could think about was how it would've been like if I actually had Harry as a friend and my father not on my tale everytime.

And as I fall into a deep slumber, my dreams are infiltrated with a green eyed monster, those beautiful peacocks and the weak and malnourished face of Harry.

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