Note: Hi everyone! Draco and the gang are back for another adventure! This is Book 2 in the "Draco's Desires" series, so it might be helpful if you read "Draco's Desires" first. You'll probably be able to catch on to this too, though, even if you don't read the first story. There are also spoilers for my first story in this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one too! Bye!
~Lady Grizabella
Draco Malfoy Promises To Be A Good Boy This Year
Part One
Once Again, Presenting Draco
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Hello. It is I, Draco Malfoy. Yes, I'm back again. Aren't you all glad? I'm here yet again to relate another series of adventures to you. As if I haven't already had enough to last me a lifetime. You'd think that I would not have any reason to get into such adventures, since I've been so awfully good. In fact, while lounging with Ginny in her room, I took a vow of goodness. "I, Draco Malfoy, hereby promise to be a good boy this year!" This made Ginny laugh, which was good, because I was wrapping bandages around her burned feet at the time, and this often made her cry from the pain. We had been caught in a nasty fire a month ago, but that's a whole other story.
So then why do I still manage to get into so much trouble? But first things first.
I had been staying at The Burrow, the home of the Weasley family. At first glance, the house was strange and unsophisticated, but from the moment I wandered in from the Ministry's vehicle that was transporting us, life was really quite sweet. Anything to stay away from my father who tried to sacrifice me to Lord Voldemort, and almost got me killed in the process - not to mention Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Ginny, who can hardly walk at this time. Bastard. I'll never forgive him as long as I live…which may not be too long, the way things are looking. Voldemort is still on the loose.
I was set up to sleep at the top of the house with Ron and Harry, who was staying the rest of the summer. I didn't mind this too much, but I think Ron was pretty put out. I could hear him downstairs whining. "But, Mum! I don't mind so much that he's here, but why does he have to be in with Harry and me?"
"Ron, you know we don't have a room specifically for him. And you know we can't put him in with the Twins…they'll eat him alive!"
I screwed up my nose. They would eat me alive.
So in the end, I bunked up with Ron and Harry. We ended up getting along all right, at least when I wasn't making fun of Ron's Quidditch team. I started off by pretending to gag every time I walked into the room, since the whole place was plastered with orange, but when they started ignoring me I gave it up and became a rather quiet houseguest.
I spent most of my time with Ginny, anyway. Her feet had been badly burned and they were taking a very long time to heal. Luckily, she was a light little thing and easy to carry, even though I was small myself. Since she could only hobble around, she spent most of her summer lounging in a chair, or outside in the grass, unless we were all out playing "Let's kick Draco's bum at Quidditch." She had become quite good on a broom, since it was the only way she could travel as fast as the rest of us. If we went into the woods for a romp, she would be following right along on Harry's broom. For those of you who know about our last adventure, Ginny told Dumbledore where she had hidden Harry's broom upon her arrival at Little Hangleton and he was able to retrieve it for Harry again. When the Firebolt was successfully returned, it was a happy day in Potter Land.
Of course, having the Firebolt allowed Harry to beat me in Quidditch to his heart's content. It's bad enough he has to be so damn good on the school team, but does he have to kick our bums during the summer? Oh well, it was usually me against everyone else anyway, so it wasn't really my fault. One can be a lovely Quidditch player and still have a hard time playing all the positions by himself. The only other person who really wanted to be on my team was Ginny, but she was on a Cleansweep and her older brothers didn't much want to Bludger her. Me, I had bumps all over my head. The Weasley's practice Bludgers might have been a lot softer than the professional ones, but I still don't delight in having them bouncing off my head while trying to shove Harry off his broom when the Snitch came into sight. But it was still a jolly good summer, I would say. Better than being cooped up in my room, expecting Voldemort to come bursting through my door at any second, on the invite of my father.
There was also Ginny's baby. Of course, he wasn't really Ginny's baby. Ginny was still thirteen and innocent as can be. The baby had come into existence a month ago when Voldemort decided he wanted an heir and that Ginny would be the child's mother. The baby had been dead for years at the time, but Ginny reformed him and he was brought back to life using the respective life-forces of Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and me, which the Dark Lord siphoned out of our bodies. Voldemort tried to put some of himself into the baby too, but he didn't succeed. So the child was very much the five of us, and not him. Did I mention he looks exactly like Harry, right down to his black hair and green eyes? I wonder if that means something? At any rate he's a cute little tot with Harry's spunk and bravery, Hermione's intelligence, Ron's temper (especially when we try to change his britches, bloody!), and Ginny's sweetness. He also has my sense of mischief, I must admit. In all fact, he's mostly Ginny and me, since the most life-force was taken from us. We're his 'parents'. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are the ones to raise him. Ginny and I really know nothing about caring for children. He sure is fun to play with, though. Oh yes…Ginny named him Nathaniel. Nathaniel Weasley-Malfoy. Wouldn't my father just die!
So this was my summer. I really liked it at The Burrow, and I didn't want to go back to Hogwarts in two weeks. I didn't feel up to hanging around with Crabbe and Goyle and making trouble anymore. I didn't want to be in Slytherin anymore. I wanted to sleep up in the Gryffindor tower, in Ginny's dorm, specifically. I didn't feel worthy of being a Slytherin, since I had been so weak this past summer. I had gone to the good side, and I didn't really want to go back to the bad. And then there was Snape who was so good to me on the afternoon of the fire, when I was burnt and in pain and I thought Ginny was dead. He had held me and rocked me as if I was his own child. How could I ever face him again after letting him be so kind and caring with me? I was so embarrassed after the fact.
So now you know who I am and how I feel. There's no way I would go back to school. Absolutely no way. Why would I go back there when I have my Ginny, my baby, and everything I want right here?
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Note: Well, we're off to a good start. I tried to answer a few of the questions people have been asking me about the first story, so I hope this helps! And for new people, thanks for reading! Part Two coming soon. :)
All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for young Master Nathaniel Weasley-Malfoy. *grin*