Hate it or Love it
Lucius' Birthday
Hate it or Love it
Poisoned Ink
Betas – MadeWithLemons
Chapter 2
Lucius’ Birthday
Draco Malfoy placed the black box on his bed and looked at the still sleeping puppy. He nudged it gently.
“Hey, wake up.”
The puppy turned onto it’s stomach and whined. Still asleep.
“Oh fine, I’ll just put your in the there while you’re asleep then.”
Draco picked up the pillow that he bought for the box and put it in the box, then tied a bow around the puppy’s neck.
The puppy snorted lightly.
Draco closed the lid and wrapped the box with wrapping paper. He charmed the box locked and with tiny air-holes so the puppy wouldn’t die from lack of oxygen.
“Ron! Have you seen Harry?” Hermione asked crankily.
“What? No…”
“Was he at the dorm last night?”
Ron rolled his eyes.
“Have the books finally fried your brain? He’s gone with the Dursleys to Paris I think. He’s been complaining about it all week. I don’t get him sometimes, he’s off to Paris and he COMPLAINS about it…”
Hermione merely blushed.
“Draco!” Draco turned as his father waved and shoved him and his trunk into the car.
“So, how was your year?” Lucius asked cheerfully, grinning like an idiot.
Yesterday’s events suddenly came back to Draco, and he felt his insides burning in anger.
“We lost the Quidditch Cup, again.” Draco decided to take his anger elsewhere.
“Slytherin haven’t won since Potter came. I thought you’d give up by now.”
Lucius was a very good father, contrary to popular belief. Despite the Malfoy reputation, Lucius spied for Dumbledore. And today he was very excited to open all his presents. Especially Draco’s. That boy always surprised him.
“So, Draco, got anything for me?”
Draco smirked.
“Tisk, tisk, patience father.”
Lucius growled and pouted.
Draco chuckled. His father was always…emotional…on his birthday. If you didn’t know his last name, you could have mistaken him for an immature child.
They drove home in silence, with Lucius constantly eyeing Draco’s trunk longingly.
“Now where IS that freak?” Vernon growled.
“Dad, I’m hungry.” Dudley whined.
“I’m sorry, Diddykins, but the freak isn’t here yet.” Petunia reassured Dudley, “as soon as he gets here you can have some pizza…”
“Worthless freak, he eats our food, sleeps in our house, and now he refuses to show a little respect and appreciation!” Vernon snarled. “Come, Petunia. We’re leaving without him. He better not let me see him again. He can sleep in the streets for all I care.”
Lucius was sitting in his favourite armchair after dinner, trying to read a book, but his fingers were trembling from the excitement.
Draco walked in, the box in his hand. He rolled his eyes as he saw his father desperately trying to control his excitement.
“It’s present time!” Draco bounced to the pile of presents in the corner of the room, and carefully placed his box beside it. He smiled as the box shook.
Lucius walked over gracefully and grabbed the first present on the pile.
He ripped the paper open and pulled out a heavy book, A Hundred Rare Potions.
“Severus,” he mumbled, “sends me a potion book every time.”
He ripped the rest of his presents open. So far he had gotten socks from Dumbledore, A sword from Lupin, A Phoenix Feather from Sirius (Lucius thinks he ripped it right out of Fawkes’ tail), Dragon-Hide boots from Nott, a new Firebolt from Crabbe, a journal from Goyle, and a whip from the Dark Lord.
There were only 2 presents left. One from the Weasley twins and the other from Draco.
Lucius opened the Weasley twin’s gift and found a wand.
Lucius picked up the wand curiously and waved it. There was a big explosion and Lucius’ skin turned green and on his forehead, in big, golden letters, was written ‘Birthday Boy.’
Draco burst into laugher as Lucius huffed in anger and embarrassment, and sneered, “No one pranks a Malfoy.”
Lucius glared at his son while Draco held his stomach and knelt on the floor, out of breath from laughing.
“Go ahead, birthday boy, open your last present, be careful though.”
Lucius pulled the box into his lap and opened it, surprise and appreciation flashed in his eyes as he pulled out the puppy.
“Aww…Dray…” Lucius pulled his son into a tight hug and picked up the dog into his lap.
“Hey, little guy, I’m…OW!”
The puppy scratched him on the arm and ran out of the room, jumping out of the window and escaped the Malfoy Manor as two frantic Malfoys went after it.
Harry woke up and found himself in a shaking, dark box.
“It’s present time!”
()()Oh no…What am I now, some kind of present?()()
Harry scratched the box and pushed. The box merely shook.
()()Wait a second. Malfoy is giving me to somebody else. I wonder who it is?()()
The sound of paper ripping could be heard.
“Severus,” a person mumbled, “Sends me a potion book every time.”
()() Okay, whoever is opening the present should open this one soon, and I’ll run then.()()
More paper ripping.
Then a big explosion could be heard.
()()What was that? Was it a death-eater attack? Let me out dammit!()()
Laughing. Lots of laughing.
()()Have the Malfoys gone insane?()()
“No one pranks a Malfoy.”
Harry froze. There was only one other Malfoy, apart from Draco.
Lucius Malfoy.
Draco had given Harry as a Birthday Present to Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy, a top-rank Death-Eater, who would send Harry to Voldemort on a silver platter once he found out.
Merlin help him.
“Go ahead, birthday boy, open your last present. Be careful though.”
Harry felt the lid of the box being lifted. His muscles tensed as the wrapping paper was ripped.
()()Anytime now, Harry. Just run for the door and you’re out. ()()
The lid was lifted.
Harry froze again, and tried to prevent himself from choking.
Lucius was all green and on his forehead was written “Birthday Boy”
“Aww…Dray…” Lucius drew Draco into a tight hug.
Whoever had done that prank would have made the Weasley twins proud.
Harry snapped into reality as Lucius pulled him onto his lap and started petting and stroking him gently.
()()Ah…that feels good…yes…right there…do it again…yes…()()
“Hey, little guy…”
()()Snap out of it! He’s a death-eater for God’s sake!()()
“I’m…OW!”
Harry scratched him and made a run for the door. Seeing it was closed, he jumped out of the window, and ran down the dark street.
Harry ran until he ran out of energy, and collapsed in a dark alley.
()()Oh great, now I’ll never get to Hogwarts!()()
A flash of light behind him made him jump. A guy wearing a red sweater approached and picked him up.
Harry struggled against him but he held down Harry’s paws and jaw.
“What do we have here, A dog without a nametag.” The guy muttered and he carried Harry into a red truck with Animal-Control written on it. He placed Harry in a cage at the back of the truck.
()()I HATE animal-control.()()
A/N
There you go. Another chapter of this fic.