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The Difference Between a Weasley and a Malfoy Difference # 2: Discipline of Children
Arthur Weasley looked down at his second youngest child, Ron and gave a beleaguered sigh. He reached up to massage his forehead, closing his eyes and muttering softly to himself. "Ronald Weasley." Arthur said in his interrogating-suspects-and-potential-criminals voice. "Are you aware of the magnitude of the problem you just created? I know you weren't aware of the consequences that could result, so I'll be lenient for that fact. I won't punish you, but you must promise me this will never happen again." He looked down with his tiered brown eyes at his seated, slumped child for an awnser. Ron looked up at his father, face shining with hope.
"Really?" He asked, then nodded vigorously. " Yeah, Dad! It'll never happen again. I promise!" He said this with a smile on his face and Mr. Weasley's face finally softened and his own face broke out into a smile.
"Go on." Arthur said, motioning with his head at the door. Ron shot up from his seat and headed quickly to the door, lanky body disappearing through it within ten seconds. Mr. Weasley shook his head fondly, though a line appeared between his brows. It was a long day already and he hadn't even gotten to work yet.
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Lucius Malfoy looked across the opulent dark expanse of his study desk and leaned back in his throne-like leather chair. Don't be too angry with the boy; it wasn't exactly his fault that the house-elf had been released. As long as he didn't break in to weakness and.
"I'm sorry, Father." Were the first things out of the boys' mouth. Lucius' temper, which had been reigned on a short, fraying leash, snapped its hold like a rabid dog. Lucius erupted from the chair, eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "You're sorry?!" He hissed, head rearing back like a snake's ready to strike. Lucius was around his desk and in front of his son so fast one might have missed the movement and said he'd Apperated. "You're sorry?" He repeated, seizing his son by the back of his neck. "You lost us one of our servants and that all you can say? That you're sorry?" Lucius stepped back from his son, forcing some distance between them, breathing heavily from flared nostrils. Draco staggered back from his father, clutching the back of his neck. When he opened his mouth to say something, Lucius cut him off. "Get out of my sight. Come back to me when you can say something more valuable than the pathetic apologies you've been giving to me. Leave. Now." He hissed, not softening his face to his frightened son, not sparing him his scathing glare. Draco did the most sensible thing when confronted with a man this dangerous, even if it was his father. He ran. * * * Well, I know it was short, but next time it will be longer. Please read and review- I can't improve this story if you don't review.
The Difference Between a Weasley and a Malfoy Difference # 2: Discipline of Children
Arthur Weasley looked down at his second youngest child, Ron and gave a beleaguered sigh. He reached up to massage his forehead, closing his eyes and muttering softly to himself. "Ronald Weasley." Arthur said in his interrogating-suspects-and-potential-criminals voice. "Are you aware of the magnitude of the problem you just created? I know you weren't aware of the consequences that could result, so I'll be lenient for that fact. I won't punish you, but you must promise me this will never happen again." He looked down with his tiered brown eyes at his seated, slumped child for an awnser. Ron looked up at his father, face shining with hope.
"Really?" He asked, then nodded vigorously. " Yeah, Dad! It'll never happen again. I promise!" He said this with a smile on his face and Mr. Weasley's face finally softened and his own face broke out into a smile.
"Go on." Arthur said, motioning with his head at the door. Ron shot up from his seat and headed quickly to the door, lanky body disappearing through it within ten seconds. Mr. Weasley shook his head fondly, though a line appeared between his brows. It was a long day already and he hadn't even gotten to work yet.
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Lucius Malfoy looked across the opulent dark expanse of his study desk and leaned back in his throne-like leather chair. Don't be too angry with the boy; it wasn't exactly his fault that the house-elf had been released. As long as he didn't break in to weakness and.
"I'm sorry, Father." Were the first things out of the boys' mouth. Lucius' temper, which had been reigned on a short, fraying leash, snapped its hold like a rabid dog. Lucius erupted from the chair, eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "You're sorry?!" He hissed, head rearing back like a snake's ready to strike. Lucius was around his desk and in front of his son so fast one might have missed the movement and said he'd Apperated. "You're sorry?" He repeated, seizing his son by the back of his neck. "You lost us one of our servants and that all you can say? That you're sorry?" Lucius stepped back from his son, forcing some distance between them, breathing heavily from flared nostrils. Draco staggered back from his father, clutching the back of his neck. When he opened his mouth to say something, Lucius cut him off. "Get out of my sight. Come back to me when you can say something more valuable than the pathetic apologies you've been giving to me. Leave. Now." He hissed, not softening his face to his frightened son, not sparing him his scathing glare. Draco did the most sensible thing when confronted with a man this dangerous, even if it was his father. He ran. * * * Well, I know it was short, but next time it will be longer. Please read and review- I can't improve this story if you don't review.