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Chapter Four: Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's Off To Hogwarts He'll Go
Draco made his way towards the young woman, the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. Her features were captivating. Her eyes, her smile, that gorgeous body; she was the living embodiment of perfect. Merlin, himself must have had a hand in her creation.
`That's odd, she is in black and white' he thought to himself. `This is simply NOT normal! Oh, wait, I'm dreaming.' Even in his unconscious state, Draco knew what was going on. This was one benefit from being brought up by Lucius Malfoy. His father insisted that he always be in control; even in his sleep.
`Ah, fuck it, I may be dreaming, but I might as well enjoy this little fantasy. Damn, she's beautiful! Let's see where this little dream takes me,' he thought to himself.
Draco made his way to the vixen before him. She was about his age, or rather the age he was in his dream. Although she was short, she was proportionate. Nothing about her was too big or too small. She looked at him adoringly, her eyes beckoning him to her. He could not believe it, at first, but he was happy she was doing this. He felt so vulnerable around her, yet complete. This was a new experience for Draco. He was always in control, females came to him. He made them nervous and self-conscious, not the other way around. The woman quickly crossed the distance between them, and took him in her arms.
"I know that neither one of us wanted this at first," she began. "Now, before you get all defensive, I do find you quite attractive; alright you are drop-dead sexy. You do have a reputation, however. You know, love them and leave them. I must tell you upfront that I am NOT that type of girl." She leaned in closer to Draco, making the hair on his neck stand on edge. "I will honor my part of the deal, but you must hold up yours. I give you what you want, and you give me what I want." The woman's lips curled into a seductive smirk that was worthy of the most wicked Slytherin female.
"You realize, luv, I cannot promise that I can give you what you want…" He replied in a voice he hoped did not betray his nervousness. Apparently, it worked, for the woman frowned, and began to walk away. Not wanting to let her leave, he quickly added, "Of course, if I get what I want, I'm sure it would convince me to put a serious effort into giving you what you want."
That seemed to do the trick, for after a moment of consideration, she turned back to him. After a slight nod of her head, she leaned in towards him. She was almost touching his lips, leaning even closer; she closed her eyes, and moved right in to…
"Young Master, please wake up…" a shaky voice interrupted the interlude. "Your father wants to talk to in," the voice was interrupted by a groggy Draco.
"Wh-what?" he mumbled. He realized he was no longer with that beautiful woman, and it was a blasted house elf's fault.
"You stupid creature!" He yelled, throwing a pillow at the trembling elf. "You interrupted my dream. What, may I ask was so important that you felt the need to disturb me?" Draco was thoroughly annoyed. His steel gray eyes flashed as he verbally assaulted the elf.
"Begging your pardon, young Master, but your father wants you in his study at precisely quarter past the hour. Tibby was only trying to tell his young Master." The elf was now on his knees groveling before Draco.
"Quarter past? That gives me less than half an hour! Why you incompetent…" Draco had started into a rage, but quickly stopped and composed himself. "My father," he spat the name with disgust, "Figures he would disturb my lie-in. It's Saturday, for Merlin's sake! Tibby, prepare my shower, and then lay out my clothing. Oh, and do not bother punishing yourself; however, if my father asks, tell him I had you shut your hands in the door several times." He ordered the elf, and then began to prepare for the day.
`I handled that well", he thought to himself as he showered. `I wasn't too strict, but I did make it clear who was boss. Mother will be pleased with me. Besides, father would go round the twist if he knew I told the elf not to punish himself. Now that was worth being interrupted for!' His mind began to think back to the dream, trying hard to remember the now fuzzy details.
"Damn it!" He shouted as he caught sight of his clock, which no read five after. `No time for daydreaming, "his majesty" awaits.' With that, Draco looked himself over in the mirror. The young man was the epitome of perfection. His platinum blond hair hung loosely around his face. He had on a pair of neatly pressed black pants, and a white linen dress shirt. He finished his ensemble off with his summer dress robe. His father insisted that he always be properly dressed in traditional wizarding attire. He gave one last glance in the mirror, smoothed out an imaginary wrinkle in his robe, and headed to Lucius' study.
Arriving at the study, he paused in front of the massive English Oak doors. He cleared any sign of emotion from his face. The younger Malfoy sharply wrapped twice on the door, and awaited an answer.
"Enter". The one word command was said plainly, but by a voice as hard as stone. Draco turned the silver knob, and entered the room. There could be little doubt that this room was Lucius Malfoy's private study. It practically screamed wealth, power, arrogance, and evil. The floors were made of the finest black marble. The walls were carved ebony. Portraits adorned the walls in various places. A particularly menacing portrait of Lucius' father hung directly above the fireplace to Draco's right. The windows were clad in heavy green velvet drapes that blocked out any sunlight. Throughout the study were items that Draco knew were used in the Dark Arts. Some looked down right menacing, like the severed head with what looked like black telescopic lenses for eyes.
Behind intricately carved ebony desk sat Lucius Malfoy. He was a sight to behold. His white blonde hair was neatly pulled back in a ponytail, secured with a black satin ribbon. Lucius' face was set in a hardened mix of superiority and distain. He carefully watched as his son entered the room. Lucius was pleased to see the arrogant and distant appearance the boy presented; not that the elder man would ever admit it, though. Draco made his way to his father's desk and stood beside a dark green leather chair.
"Sit." Lucius commanded. Draco followed the order. The chair was carefully selected to put its inhabitant at a psychological and physical disadvantage. When one sat in the chair they had to look up to regard Lucius. Draco felt the familiar sensation of inferiority in his father's presence.
"You will be starting a new year at Hogwarts shortly." He began in a controlled tone laced with arrogance. "I expect you to be at the top of your class. I will not tolerate you allowing that mudblood to receive better marks than you, again" He added the last remark with an air of sheer disgust. "I also expect that you will not allow Potter to make a fool of you on the Quidditch field either. I do not want to see a repeat of last year's pitiful display. You are a Malfoy, a sorry excuse for a Malfoy, but that is beside the point. Our lord's return is eminent, and when he calls I must be able to present you as a viable resource for our cause." Lucius glared down at his son, leaving little doubt that he was serious in his demands.
"Now, I will be leaving in the morning, and will not return before you depart. My whereabouts are not your concern, but should you need my attention, I will have an owl available and ready to contact me. Your mother will be escorting you to Diagon Alley for your supplies on Monday. I trust that you will present yourself as an upstanding pureblood, worthy of the name Malfoy." Lucius' tone was now businesslike, but brisk. "You will also keep watch on your mother. We both know that she is weak and easily lead astray. Any inconsistencies will be reported to me immediately. I am trusting you with this task. Do not disappoint me. Have a good year, you may go." With that, he turned his attention to some papers on his desk.
Draco quickly seized the opportunity to leave his father's presence, and left the room. `Well, that could have been worse.' He thought to himself. Draco was actually quite surprised by the lecture. He would not have to see that man for the entire week before returning to school. Sure, he would have preferred some encouragement, but this was Lucius Malfoy. Encouragement was not something the man knew anything about. What really brightened Draco's day was the revelation that he would be going to Diagon Alley with just his mum.
Draco thoroughly enjoyed the day he spent in Diagon Alley with his mother. They spent the day leisurely shopping for his supplies. They visited the Museum of Wizard History, had ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, and even stopped by to see Mr. Ollivander. After a few hours being measured for new custom robes at Madam Malkin's, and a quick stop at Gringott's, mother and son headed home.
Draco and Narcissa spent the next week enjoying the peacefulness of a house without Lucius. Mother and son talked for hours about what they each hoped the future would bring. Needless to say, Lucius was not in any of those dreams. Narcissa listened as her son explained that he wanted to be a man completely different from his father. He wanted to be a man who loved and respected his future wife and children. Draco did not want his family to ever fear him. Respect him, yes, but not fear.
He told his mother that he did not want to ever become a Death Eater. It was not that he did not believe in their cause, entirely. He felt that there was some validity in the Dark Lord's Mission. Draco felt true pride in being a pureblood. There were not many left in the world, and that sacredness should be preserved. Yes, he did in fact feel he was somewhat better than others because of his pedigree. There was also the fact that he was rich. Logic dictated to him that wealth gave him a level of superiority. Despite these beliefs, Draco did not want to fall into legion with Voldemort.
It was the way Lucius raised him that led Draco to this decision. He had always been told that as a Malfoy, he should not bow to anyone. Draco could not see himself taking orders from, and blindly following anyone; especially not someone his father idolized. This is not to say that the young Malfoy wanted to fight against the Dark Lord, either. No, Draco saw allegiance to either side as wrong. At this point in his life there was no need to affiliate with any side. It was not as if there was a war going on. He was thirteen, why should he be concerned with adult issues? He simply wanted to enjoy being young. He had his entire life ahead of him. If and when the time ever came that he needed to pick sides, he would think about it then.
All too quickly, the day before the journey to King's Cross arrived. Draco was finishing packing his items for the term. Yes, he actually packed. He had never had the opportunity to do this before. Lucius had always insisted that the servants perform such a menial task. Draco, however, wanted to see what it was like to do this for himself at least once in his life. Who knew when he would get this chance again? As he was placing the last of his belongings in his trunk Tibby arrived and announced that Draco's mother would like to see him in her parlor when he was done.
`That is such a nice change', he thought to himself. `Quite wonderful, really; not being ordered around.' Draco made his way to his mother's personal chambers. He gently knocked on the door, pausing for just a brief moment before entering. He knew he need not wait for permission. Draco adored his mother's salon. It was a sanctuary within the Manor; the only room Lucius allowed her to decorate as she saw fit. The walls were a luxurious butter cream silk with delicate roses embroidered in mauve and sage. Highly polished light- oak hardwood floors gave the room a warm feeling. A large Oriental rug covered the middle of the room. Narcissa sat on a sage colored setae with an intricate brocade pattern. She looked quite striking. Her platinum blonde hair was neatly pulled back in a sophisticated, but not too harsh twist. She wore a fashionable lavender robe. Since Lucius was not home, she was able to dress as she pleased.
Draco made his way towards his mother, and sat on the plush chair by her. "You wanted to see me?" He asked as he took a cup of tea from her waiting personal elf.
"Yes, I did, Draco. I know that you will be going off to school tomorrow," Narcissa began in a sweet and calming tone. "I want to speak with you about this upcoming term. Now, I realize that Lucius has already given you instructions, but I am quite sure that they were insufficient." As she spoke her husband's name, a look of pure disgust marred her beautiful face. "Anyway, I want you to have a good year. Try your best; that is all I ask. I realize that you have a great deal of pressure put upon you from him. I have confidence that you will succeed in all your endeavors." A warm smile crept across her face as she regarded her son.
"Now, that being said, I have something very important to discuss with you." Narcissa became a bit apprehensive at this point, "You are a very special young man, Draco."
"Mum, stop it, I'm your son, of course I'm special." He began, shrugging off his mother's comment.
"No, Draco, let me finish. You are special because you have a destiny to fulfill." Narcissa knew this was not going the right way. She was beginning to uncharacteristically fumble for words. "Oh, where to begin? Draco, from the beginning of time, guardians have been born to protect the magical world. They come to earth at times when there is to be a great shift in magical power." She was beginning to calm down, and the words were coming to her more easily. "Our ancestors, mine and yours that is, are descended from this line of guardians. Now, son, what I am about to tell you will change your life. I have something for you." Narcissa reached into her robes, and removed a small velvet box. "This is for you."
Draco took the offered box. He paused for a moment, trying to read his mother's emotional face, and then opened the box. Inside he discovered a pendant identical to the one Ginny had received, but the stone was different. Much like Ginny had done, Draco opened the small cage and held the small black stone. He noticed the fluid and opalescent qualities it possessed, as well as the pulse that seemed to radiate.
"Okay, I am confused. While this is nice, isn't it a bit girlish? Oh, and what does this have to do with this destiny you were speaking of?" Draco pleasantly asked his mother. He always loved gifts from her, but he was quite perplexed by this one.
"Now, what I am about to say to you is going to sound somewhat far-fetched, and it will be confusing." Narcissa began, she knew that this conversation had to take place. It pained her, though. This child before her had already suffered, and she was now condemning him to a life of struggle. "Draco, that stone is very rare. It is called the `Soul of the World'. It is far more valuable than any diamond, pearl, or other gemstone. It contains great magical qualities. The owner of this stone is truly the soul of the world. This man is capable of taking on the pressure and responsibility of protecting and leading the world, and all its inhabitants. Draco, you are that man." Narcissa paused to take in her son's reaction.
"Okay, mum, what is going on here?" He began to question, but he was quickly quieted.
"Shh, child. This is going to be overwhelming. I will admit that even I do not know the whole story. But here is what I can tell you; throughout the course of history there have been two individuals that have held this stone. They were alive during times of great transition in the magic world. These two men were meant to complete legendary destinies; but each failed." She could see the questions forming in his mind. "I cannot tell you who those men were; at this point it is not important. The point is that you have been chosen to carry on this legacy. There is an ancient legend that dictates who shall receive this honor. I am paraphrasing, of course, but the gist is this. The man who would carry this weight would be born into the line to a mother that was the compilation of her two sisters. That woman is me, Draco. I am the middle child of my sisters. Bellatrix and Andromeda were at opposite ends of the spectrum; I fell somewhere in the middle. It is the Black family that carries on this destiny, and I am the only one born with two other siblings. I really am a mix of my sisters. I have Bella's pride and Andi's acceptance." She took a deep breathe thinking of her sisters.
"Now, here is what all of this means. Draco, you will one day be called upon to carry the world. You have the type of soul that knows and can withstand torture and pain without losing your sense of self. You and your partner will decide the direction the earth will move towards." At these words Draco perked up. "Yes, you heard me right, your partner. There is another stone out in the world known as the `Heart of the World'. The woman who carries it completes you. She has enough love to carry the world, and to see the goodness in anyone. One day these stones will draw the two of you together. You are betrothed to her son, and no, I do not know who she is. By taking this stone you are beginning the first step towards accepting and completing your destiny." Narcissa continued explaining.
"Now, I must give you the guidelines that must be followed in order to accept the destiny. You have a choice, Draco. You do not have to do this. I know you son; you want to be your own man. This destiny provides you that opportunity. Lucius does not know about this. I know the Dark Lord would be quite interested to know your identity. The power you and your partner will one day harness will be fantastic. Your allegiance will tip the scales towards whatever side you both choose. That is the key, there; both of you. You are two sides to a coin; you and this woman will complete each other."
"So, these stones will bring us together? She had better be good looking. I am not marrying a hag. I don't care what depends on it!" Draco commented. He was a thirteen year old boy, afterall.
"I'm sure she will be lovely. Now, I know this is a quick run through, but I have little information for you. Since it is not my destiny, I don't know the particulars. Seeing how this has only happened twice before, there is little information from research, either. Now, as you progress through this destiny, your powers will progress. This will only happen if you obey the following rules. First, you must keep this pendant with you always. I realize it is girlish, so here." With a quick flick of her wand the pendant was transfigured into a pocket watch. "You get your talent in Transfiguration from me." She added with a smile.
"You must carry this with you at all times. Since I have transfigured it no one will know what it is. It is safer this way. You can never tell anyone about this legend. There will be certain people who know, of course, but they will never let on. Remember, you are now a very valuable commodity in the wizarding world. If you want to experience the full extent of your power, you must keep this secret. You will have the chance to become your own man, to make your own decisions. Oh, and one last thing, Draco." Narcissa hesitated at this point, she knew Draco would not like what she was about to say. "You must remain a virgin until you meet this woman. You are both meant only for each other."
"You have got to be kidding me! What the heck does that have to do with anything? Mum, come on now, I am Draco Malfoy. Chicks are always throwing themselves at me." Draco began to protest. He could not believe this, what about him, what about his needs?
"Draco Arthur Malfoy you will not throw away this destiny so you can have fun with good for nothing little whores. I did not raise you to be a philanderer like your father." Narcissa spoke with distain and force. This was quite out of character for her, and Draco quickly changed his tune.
"Okay, mum, I'm sorry. I will do what needs to be done. If that is what it takes, I will do it. I can still have some fun now and then, right?" He added with an impish grin.
"Oh, my precious son, you are too much. I am glad we are this close. You will be a fine man someday. Think over all of this. I know you have a rough road ahead of you. Stay true to yourself and your destiny. Each time you refuse temptation you will be rewarded with more powers. I will see you in the morning, son. Pleasant dreams." With that, Narcissa kissed Draco on the cheek and made her way to her bedchamber.
Draco slowly walked back to his room thinking about all that his mother said. He wanted to make her proud, and to have this power for himself. Above all, he wanted to be his own man; this destiny sounded like it would afford him that luxury. `No sex until I meet this woman; whenever that might be,' he thought to himself, feeling somewhat dejected. `She better be worth it, that's all I have to say!'
With that he prepared himself for bed. Soon after lying down on the expensive sheets he was fast asleep, dreaming of a beautiful woman in black and white.
A/N: This chapter was very difficult to write. I knew what I wanted to say, but that is much easier said than done. I love writing Draco. He is a very complex character; that is why I felt he fit this plot line perfectly. Again, I know some things are a bit far fetched, but they will be neatly explained as we progress.
This chapter may have grammatical mistakes, and I apologize. I do not have a beta. I am attempting to find one, but want to continue with the story in the mean time. If anyone out there is interested in beat-ing, or can recommend someone, please let me know. I also have some major plot twists that I feel I need to discuss with someone; so anyone who can keep a secret, contact me.
Okay, I have a question for ya'll. I do not plan to have the two of them get together until after they have graduated. Now, how much time at Hogwarts do you want to see in the story line? I am still pondering this myself, and I figured I'd give you a chance to voice your opinion.
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