How They Fell

Chapter Four

Draco leant on the windowsill staring out at the beautiful, warm sunny day going on around and without him. The bees were buzzing, the birds were singing and little fluffy bunny rabbits were hoping their way across the lawn. It looked like a scene out of Bambi.

Draco snarled, menacingly. ‘Fucking Disney!’ Thought Draco. ‘Why did it have to go ramming fucking joy and fucking light down his bloody throat the whole fucking time?’ He hated bunnies. He hated anything that was out side enjoying the glorious day when he was stuck, holed up in his bloody fucking bedroom.

As if that was not bad enough, Draco’s keen eyes spotted two bunnies sitting right in the middle of the lawn. They were making cute little faces as each other, then one of them jumped forward oddly, practically on top of the other.

Wait a minuet, they were…humping!!!

This was too much! Draco hadn’t been allowed near any human contact for over a month, and his teenage hormones were demanding - well anything, because let’s face it, he was in no position to be picky. And now two bloody fucking bunnies were going at it like only rabbits could right in front of his nose…And it was turning him on!!!

God it had been months since his last girlfriend, or at least attempted girlfriend. Why was it that girls were so prissy? Eva had decided that she would only go as far as kissing and handholding.

Draco growled, furious with the fact that the bunnies evidently had far more experience than he had.

Impulsively Draco grabbed his wand and snapped out a spell, he would not endure this! Jets of black lights split off from his wand, the bunnies scrambling to get away, off the lawn as they were chased by black sparks, squealing in pain when they were too slow. For a laugh Draco also arranged the spell so that there tails changed colour whenever the rabbit was hit.

Draco laughed happily as the shrieking rabbits ran off, little fluffy tales flashing from blue to gold to lime green to fuchsia.

He felt much better.

“Draco!”

Uh oh, he thought as he heard his mother’s footsteps coming closer. He had forgotten that his mother liked the blasted bunnies!

The door to his bedroom was opened and his mother strode into the room. “What did you do to those poor rabbits?” Narcissa’s voice was full of menace.

“Oh, sorry Mum. Spell went wrong,” Draco paused considering how far to go with his next lie. “I was lucky I was able to change it at the last moment, I mean I don’t know what effect a Mordecant curse would have on a rabbit, but it probably wouldn’t be pretty.”

Narcissa raised a perfectly shaped, naturally blond eyebrow and tutted. Like her husband Draco could lie perfectly without batting an eyelid, it made effective parenting very hard.

Draco smirked inwardly, knowing that his mother was unable to tell if he was lying or not. God he was good!

“Mmhh!” However, unable to find anything with which to reprimand her son she was forced to simply tell him that it was time for lunch.

* * *

Lunch passed pleasantly for both of them. Draco really did love his mother, and he always enjoyed spending time and talking to her like this.

Narcissa was going to spend the afternoon and evening with the Parkinson’s, and they spent a happy meal laughing and gossiping about their family friends. Draco enjoyed leaning about others, seeing how silly and pathetic their lives were, so inferior to his own. Of course his friends would never know about his enjoyment of gossip, it was really so common to appear to enjoy it, robbing one of any social distinction.

He kissed his mother goodbye before making his way back to his room wondering what Pansy and Blaise had been up to, not that he really cared. ‘Still,’ he mused, ‘I wonder if Blaise is still with that Ethan bloke, he was rather hot.’

Draco stopped dead, astounded with himself.

Where on earth had that come from? He was a Malfoy, a pureblood! He had a duty to his family and to his name! Him thinking such thoughts was just ridiculous. If his father ever thought that such a thing had crossed his mind…

Thinking about his father, it was only as he neared his bedroom door that he realised that he had not received a single message from him. ‘That’s odd,’ thought Draco as he let himself into his room. ‘I wonder why he hasn’t sent me any more instructions, he might be giving me a break.’ Draco snorted at his optimism, ‘fat chance!’

No it was probably because Lucius was busy at the moment and too distracted to reform the spells. Draco knew that he was using a form of the Vernage Complicite charm to sent the messages, it was a spell which bound the Malfoy estate and all its belongings to his father’s will. Draco had guessed that his father had to reorder the spells every week or so as this was generally the period of time it took for the messages to change. Draco had received hints all summer that something large was being planned. He suspected that his father was masterminding what ever it was and he had been reading the papers avidly for any hint at what was going on. The fact that his mother was visiting the Parkinson’s also hinted at Death Eater activity.

‘It must be that then.’ Draco mused. ‘Good!’ Not only did it get his father off his back, but it would teach those uppity muggle’s and mudblood’s a lesson or two. While he defiantly did not want to join the Dark Lord, he still followed his basic beliefs.

Draco then spent a lovely afternoon and evening flying and mooching about, not raising his wand once.



Author's note: Not that kind of wand, that comes (tehehe) later.