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The Generations of Malfoy Men
Scorpius Malfoy was extremely thin, with his father’s famous blonde hair, grey eyes, and a pale, pointed face. Today was the 18th of December, the first Monday of the Holiday and already it was looking rather gloomy and unforgiving. He sat calmly staring blankly at the page of Hogwarts: a History that his Grandfather had instructed him to read.
Lucius sat across from him calmly brushing his hand over the top of his new snakehead cane which held the wand he had purchased several years before. A tall man of 63 experienced years, Lucius was nearly white with age and his once tight pale skin was beginning to wrinkle slightly. It had been seven months since Narcissa’s unexpected death at the hands of the Pure-Blood Rebellion, but it was still taxing both his mind and his body. He glanced at his grandson and couldn’t help watch him. Lucius knew full and well that Scorpius had been staring at that page for twenty minutes now, but couldn’t bring himself to force the boy to do any work as he had done to Draco years before. The boy had lost his mother. Even though it had been apparent that neither mother nor son was close, this was still a rough time for the family and he didn’t intend to mess this up.
“I hope you plan on drawing up the test on this one page, I don’t think I have read anything else for an hour.”
Scorpius’s voice was soft and calm and extremely feminine. Everything about him made Lucius think of Cissy. Scorpius looked up and caught his grandfather’s eye and shrugged.
“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.”
“It’s your mother?”
Lucius was surprised when Scorpius shook his head.
“No, it’s just that…I don’t think Rose knows yet. Mrs. Weasley never owled her to let her know that her dad was killed. And when I went to apologize, James hit me and told me I wasn’t supposed to tell her.”
Lucius was mildly surprised and mildly appalled. Astoria had tried to teach him about his blood-status and here he was raving on about the little half-breed like she was important. Lucius could feel his old ways pushing him to want to beat that thought out of his grandson, but he refrained. He had never done right by Draco, and Scorpius was his only chance at redemption. Now that Astoria was gone, he highly doubted that even f Draco did decide to remarry, there would probably not be another child thrown into the marriage. So Lucius refrained his beating to a mild scolding.
“Scorpius Malfoy. Don’t you think about that little half-breed in this house unless you have beaten her in your studies? Now, I won’t say what your mother did was right. She shouldn’t have gotten herself caught. But I will say that their policies are something you as one of pure blood should look into.”
Scorpius was shattered at his grandfather’s sudden outburst and was smartly hit across the back of the head with his cane.
“There will be no talk of half-breed women in this house. What would your father say?!”
The sound of the book hitting the floor echoed through the empty halls of the house and reverberated in the foyer. Scorpius threw himself from the chair and walked to the door of the library and stopped in his tracks.
“You don’t know anything about mixed blood women. You’re caught up in all of your pure blood delusions and you fail to notice that the world is changing around you!”
Scorpius’s voice was stern and level with a calm smooth ring to it. His last words cracked in his voice and he turned to look his grandfather in the eye. The surprise in Lucius’s face was apparent and he did not move from his couch, but stared up at Scorpius in obvious shock.
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you…I will be down for supper.”
And with that Scorpius left the room without a second look as Malfoy men are well known for doing and went straight into the gallery hall
“A fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into father. What did you do? Throw three books at him and tell the boy to finish them by morning?”
Lucius wheeled around to find himself staring into the eyes of his son who stood in the doorway of the library that led into the small butler’s hall. Draco looked worn and tired and leaned heavily against the frame with his classic smirk.
“He was raving on about the little Weasley girl again! I swear Draco, if you don’t beat some sense into him, all of Astoria’s work will be undone. He’ll be just as bad as the Weasley family.”
Draco grew cold as this exclamation, his eyes never leaving his father. Draco stripped his cloak and thrust it onto the coat tree beside the library door and gracefully walked through and pulled two books from the third shelf and threw them at his father.
“Read these, takes notes on them. There will be a two hundred question test on them tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp.”
Draco’s mocking tone brought out the most sinister thoughts in Lucius’s mind and it took everything he had within him to hold his tongue and wand. For once in his life, his son had been come a more competent wizard than he and very talented at Occulmency. The books were The History of the Seminole Indians and American Politics.
“I’m going to have a talk with my son. You may want to get started now. You only have fourteen hours after all.”
And just like Scorpius had done not moments before, Draco turned on his heels and marched firmly into the gallery hall and up the spiral staircase to Scorpius’s room leaving Lucius sitting alone in the library with Muggle history books.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Scorpius’s room was at the top of the staircase and through a small door that led into his own little dressing quarters. Draco stood in the small hall and knocked firmly on the door of his son’s room, trying to do everything within his power not to laugh at the little outburst he had just encountered with his own father. A small voice echoed a response.
“If you’ve come to punish me you might as well come on in and get it over with.”
“And if I have not come to punish you, may I still enter?”
The squeal of excitement was audible even through the thick wooden door as the boy ran and threw open his door, jumping into his father’s arms. The relief on his face was more than Draco could bear and he held the boy close and carried him into the room and threw him onto his large king sized bed just as he had done when Scorpius was a little boy.
“DAD! Dad, guess what happened to me today! I was playing in the yard and I got a letter from Eve and she says that Mrs. Pansy says that it’s ok if she comes to stay here later in the week if you say it’s ok!”
Scorpius leaned back and looked up at his father with puppy dog eyes as if to say I will be a slave if you do this one thing for me. Draco laughed a young boyish laugh and his perfect teeth flashed as he flushed with humor.
“Well, I’ll have to see what your stubborn old Grandfather says about it, but I’m quite sure he wont mind little Eve Zambini coming over for a few days.”
Draco was immediately seized by the waist and the life was being squeezed from him by the little eleven year old boy he called his son. It would be good to see Pansy again, especially now that she was coming closer to the due date for her twins. You’d think she was a Weasley from the way she was spitting out children.
“Dad?”
Draco’s thoughts were pulled from his old school days and immediately he turned to his boy who had moved to his large bay window and was now gazing out over the gardens at the manor.
“Yeah Scorpio.”
The playful term made the boy smile.
“Albus sent me a letter too. We’re kind of friends now, though I still don’t like all the attention he gets because his dad is Harry Potter. Albus says that Mrs. Weasley finally told Rose that Mr. Weasley was killed. I don’t think she told her that it was mom, but I feel really bad I wasn’t allowed to tell her myself. I hope she doesn’t hate me.”
Draco went and stood by his son, towering over him by over a foot even though Scorpius was very tall for his age. The boy continued to stare out the window watching as one of the young albino peacocks strode across the yard.
“She really likes flowers. She loves to watch the exotic plants in Herbology. I think she’s the smartest girl in our year! She likes to read and study and everything she does is just cool! I think she’s my best friend.”
“Well, she sure does sound a lot like Hermione. She never would let me beat her in anything. Smartest witch of our year.”
Draco caught himself saying her name and smiled. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he kept the stern, yet gentle father-like appearance he was trying to convey to his son. Scorpius smiled too and pulled a letter from his to give to his father.
“I’m glad you mentioned that! Here!”
Scorpius extended his thin hand and gave the clean white envelope to Draco. Draco glanced over it and smiled to himself and then looked at his son questioningly.
“Rose’s owl Marty sent it this morning. I thought maybe it was for me, but Mrs. Weasley sent it to you! I hope it’s a nice letter and not a mean one cause then maybe that means Rose isn’t angry with me!”
Draco just nodded and gazed at the letter.
TO A MR. DRACO MALFOY
MALFOY MANOR
WILTSHIRE, ENGLAND
Draco,
I would like to meet you Thursday afternoon at 11:45 am in the W. Vegan World Café in Diagon Alley. I want to discuss the letter you gave me during my stay at St. Mungo’s. Hope to see you there Malfoy.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger Weasley
Lucius sat across from him calmly brushing his hand over the top of his new snakehead cane which held the wand he had purchased several years before. A tall man of 63 experienced years, Lucius was nearly white with age and his once tight pale skin was beginning to wrinkle slightly. It had been seven months since Narcissa’s unexpected death at the hands of the Pure-Blood Rebellion, but it was still taxing both his mind and his body. He glanced at his grandson and couldn’t help watch him. Lucius knew full and well that Scorpius had been staring at that page for twenty minutes now, but couldn’t bring himself to force the boy to do any work as he had done to Draco years before. The boy had lost his mother. Even though it had been apparent that neither mother nor son was close, this was still a rough time for the family and he didn’t intend to mess this up.
“I hope you plan on drawing up the test on this one page, I don’t think I have read anything else for an hour.”
Scorpius’s voice was soft and calm and extremely feminine. Everything about him made Lucius think of Cissy. Scorpius looked up and caught his grandfather’s eye and shrugged.
“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.”
“It’s your mother?”
Lucius was surprised when Scorpius shook his head.
“No, it’s just that…I don’t think Rose knows yet. Mrs. Weasley never owled her to let her know that her dad was killed. And when I went to apologize, James hit me and told me I wasn’t supposed to tell her.”
Lucius was mildly surprised and mildly appalled. Astoria had tried to teach him about his blood-status and here he was raving on about the little half-breed like she was important. Lucius could feel his old ways pushing him to want to beat that thought out of his grandson, but he refrained. He had never done right by Draco, and Scorpius was his only chance at redemption. Now that Astoria was gone, he highly doubted that even f Draco did decide to remarry, there would probably not be another child thrown into the marriage. So Lucius refrained his beating to a mild scolding.
“Scorpius Malfoy. Don’t you think about that little half-breed in this house unless you have beaten her in your studies? Now, I won’t say what your mother did was right. She shouldn’t have gotten herself caught. But I will say that their policies are something you as one of pure blood should look into.”
Scorpius was shattered at his grandfather’s sudden outburst and was smartly hit across the back of the head with his cane.
“There will be no talk of half-breed women in this house. What would your father say?!”
The sound of the book hitting the floor echoed through the empty halls of the house and reverberated in the foyer. Scorpius threw himself from the chair and walked to the door of the library and stopped in his tracks.
“You don’t know anything about mixed blood women. You’re caught up in all of your pure blood delusions and you fail to notice that the world is changing around you!”
Scorpius’s voice was stern and level with a calm smooth ring to it. His last words cracked in his voice and he turned to look his grandfather in the eye. The surprise in Lucius’s face was apparent and he did not move from his couch, but stared up at Scorpius in obvious shock.
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you…I will be down for supper.”
And with that Scorpius left the room without a second look as Malfoy men are well known for doing and went straight into the gallery hall
“A fine mess you’ve gotten yourself into father. What did you do? Throw three books at him and tell the boy to finish them by morning?”
Lucius wheeled around to find himself staring into the eyes of his son who stood in the doorway of the library that led into the small butler’s hall. Draco looked worn and tired and leaned heavily against the frame with his classic smirk.
“He was raving on about the little Weasley girl again! I swear Draco, if you don’t beat some sense into him, all of Astoria’s work will be undone. He’ll be just as bad as the Weasley family.”
Draco grew cold as this exclamation, his eyes never leaving his father. Draco stripped his cloak and thrust it onto the coat tree beside the library door and gracefully walked through and pulled two books from the third shelf and threw them at his father.
“Read these, takes notes on them. There will be a two hundred question test on them tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp.”
Draco’s mocking tone brought out the most sinister thoughts in Lucius’s mind and it took everything he had within him to hold his tongue and wand. For once in his life, his son had been come a more competent wizard than he and very talented at Occulmency. The books were The History of the Seminole Indians and American Politics.
“I’m going to have a talk with my son. You may want to get started now. You only have fourteen hours after all.”
And just like Scorpius had done not moments before, Draco turned on his heels and marched firmly into the gallery hall and up the spiral staircase to Scorpius’s room leaving Lucius sitting alone in the library with Muggle history books.
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Scorpius’s room was at the top of the staircase and through a small door that led into his own little dressing quarters. Draco stood in the small hall and knocked firmly on the door of his son’s room, trying to do everything within his power not to laugh at the little outburst he had just encountered with his own father. A small voice echoed a response.
“If you’ve come to punish me you might as well come on in and get it over with.”
“And if I have not come to punish you, may I still enter?”
The squeal of excitement was audible even through the thick wooden door as the boy ran and threw open his door, jumping into his father’s arms. The relief on his face was more than Draco could bear and he held the boy close and carried him into the room and threw him onto his large king sized bed just as he had done when Scorpius was a little boy.
“DAD! Dad, guess what happened to me today! I was playing in the yard and I got a letter from Eve and she says that Mrs. Pansy says that it’s ok if she comes to stay here later in the week if you say it’s ok!”
Scorpius leaned back and looked up at his father with puppy dog eyes as if to say I will be a slave if you do this one thing for me. Draco laughed a young boyish laugh and his perfect teeth flashed as he flushed with humor.
“Well, I’ll have to see what your stubborn old Grandfather says about it, but I’m quite sure he wont mind little Eve Zambini coming over for a few days.”
Draco was immediately seized by the waist and the life was being squeezed from him by the little eleven year old boy he called his son. It would be good to see Pansy again, especially now that she was coming closer to the due date for her twins. You’d think she was a Weasley from the way she was spitting out children.
“Dad?”
Draco’s thoughts were pulled from his old school days and immediately he turned to his boy who had moved to his large bay window and was now gazing out over the gardens at the manor.
“Yeah Scorpio.”
The playful term made the boy smile.
“Albus sent me a letter too. We’re kind of friends now, though I still don’t like all the attention he gets because his dad is Harry Potter. Albus says that Mrs. Weasley finally told Rose that Mr. Weasley was killed. I don’t think she told her that it was mom, but I feel really bad I wasn’t allowed to tell her myself. I hope she doesn’t hate me.”
Draco went and stood by his son, towering over him by over a foot even though Scorpius was very tall for his age. The boy continued to stare out the window watching as one of the young albino peacocks strode across the yard.
“She really likes flowers. She loves to watch the exotic plants in Herbology. I think she’s the smartest girl in our year! She likes to read and study and everything she does is just cool! I think she’s my best friend.”
“Well, she sure does sound a lot like Hermione. She never would let me beat her in anything. Smartest witch of our year.”
Draco caught himself saying her name and smiled. His cheeks flushed slightly, but he kept the stern, yet gentle father-like appearance he was trying to convey to his son. Scorpius smiled too and pulled a letter from his to give to his father.
“I’m glad you mentioned that! Here!”
Scorpius extended his thin hand and gave the clean white envelope to Draco. Draco glanced over it and smiled to himself and then looked at his son questioningly.
“Rose’s owl Marty sent it this morning. I thought maybe it was for me, but Mrs. Weasley sent it to you! I hope it’s a nice letter and not a mean one cause then maybe that means Rose isn’t angry with me!”
Draco just nodded and gazed at the letter.
TO A MR. DRACO MALFOY
MALFOY MANOR
WILTSHIRE, ENGLAND
Draco,
I would like to meet you Thursday afternoon at 11:45 am in the W. Vegan World Café in Diagon Alley. I want to discuss the letter you gave me during my stay at St. Mungo’s. Hope to see you there Malfoy.
Sincerely,
Hermione Granger Weasley