Teach Me How To Cry
Draco Malfoy thought he he had it all. His life was, after all, perfect. Or so he wanted to believe. He was rich, famous, and powerful. What more could he possibly want?
"Love?" his inner voice asked.
"Love is weakness." Draco muttered. He was sitting at his desk, over his head in books about the Dark Arts his father had recently dumped on him.
A Malfoy's life was based on these rules:
1, Malfoys are always right.
2, If a Malfoy is wrong, rule number one immediately applies.
3, Mudbloods and Halfbloods are beneath a pureblood.
4, Love is weakness.
5, A Malfoy never cries.
All these rules his father had proved over and over again. He had hammered them into his already brainwashed head. And though it hurt to see his father beat his mother over some absurd reason, he never cried and she never complained. Even when Lucius was drunk and sluggishly tortured Draco, he never cried. Among his many expensive presents, he never felt loved. He suspected his mother loved him, but Lucius had beat all the life and emotion out of her. He didn't think his mother minded mudbloods either. Oh yes, he had a perfect life alright.
Draco stood up with a frustrated sigh, knocking many of his books over. House elves scurried to pick them up.
He walked over to his bed and sat down thoughtfully. He had never really liked Dark Arts. Of course, he never really wanted to be a Death Eater. His father wanted him to be a Death Eater. He never really got a say in things did he? In fact , he couldn't remember even one time where he was actually allowed to decide for himself. His father already got his whole life planned out for him. How was he supposed to keep up with that?
An old creaking sound filled the room, and Draco looked towards the door expectantly.
"There is a Death Eater meeting tonight son." His father said. "I wish for you to come with me."
"Why? I'm not a Death Eater." Draco frowned.
"It is my wish that you come with me." Lucius said.
Draco panicked. "But-but father, I have- uhh.....I have.....an appointment tonight!"
"What appointment?" Lucius narrowed his eyes.
"I...uhhh..." Draco stammered.
"There is no appointment! Don't you lie to me boy!" Lucius was furius.
Draco stood up from his bed suddenly, and strode over to Lucius.
"I will not be a Death Eater" Dracos eyes narrowed with each word.
Before Lucius had time to protest Draco whipped out his wand and teleported Lucius to a tropical island somewhere in the Carribean. He didn't know how, he just knew that he did it.
"Strange." He thought, but he had made up his mind. He was leaving this cursed place, and hopefully before Lucius came back.
He packed his bags with a flick of his wand and took one last look at his room.
All the furniture was of polished wood, save the chairs and the bed. The chairs were of black leather and the bed and the carpets were of green, silver and black.
Then he levitated his bags in the air and marched out the door. He stopped in his mothers office.
"Mother, I've had enough, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself for me ok?" he paused.
"What happened Draco?" Narcissa asked, concerned.
"Well, I sort of teleported father to a tropical island somewhere in the Carribean" he avoided her gaze.
"Well serve him right! Where are you going darling? She asked.
"Away. Someday I'll free you of that bastard I'm ashamed to call a father." He said
Narcissa watched her son go, with mixed emotions. She had always wanted the perfect life for him, but Lucius had raised him with illusions and lies. She was happy for him, as he walked away from this horrible life, but she couldn't help wanting to go with him.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Draco stood in front of a hotel named "It's Not True"
'What an odd name' he thought to himself as he entered. It was a very cheery place, silver and purple linings everywhere.
"I'd like a luxury room please"he said at the check-in counter.
"Upstairs to your left, room "Oh No". Droned a bored monotone voice.
"Room 'Oh No'!?!" he muttered to himself going up the stairs.
'At least the room is something' the thought as he opened the door.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ginevra Wealsy was out shopping. She felt she needed new clothes, so that's exactly what she got.
When she was ready, she threw floo powder into the fire and said
"The Burrow!"
Ginny stumbled happily into her messy house. The happiness only lasted a minute though. What she saw made her drop her bags on the floor.
"MUM!" she yelled, rushing to her mothers lifeless body on the cold kitchen floor. She checked her pulse. There was none. Her body was ice cold.
"No" she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "No!"
She forced herself up and checked the house. She knew Ron was staying at Hermione's with Harry for the remainder of the summer.
Everyone else in her family was lying lifeless around the house.
Except for Ron, her whole family was dead.
Dead.
"Oh No." she whispered, backing up into the still green fire. Her hands were on her face.
"Its not true! Oh No!" she was gone.
She fell through Draco's fire.
Ginny fainted.
Draco's POV
A redhead just fell through my fire and fainted. Oh great. Wait...a redhead. That can only mean one thing. A Weasley. OH GREAT.
I moved cautiously over to the body. It was a girl. Ginevra Weasley. Well, that's better than Weasel King.
I picked her up gently and put her on my bed. I pulled the covers over her and sat in a chair with a good book. When she woke up, I wanted to know the exact reason why she had to fall into my fireplace.
END Draco's POV
Ginny was lying on something really soft. She was guessing it was a bed. But there was no bed that soft in her house. She slowly opened her eyes, and stared right into the icy gray ones of Draco Malfoy.
"AHHHHHH!" she screamed, and jumped up.
"Your awake. Mind telling me how the littlest weasley fell through my fireplace?" he asked coldly.
Ginny just stared at him, her eyes beginning to water.
"What's wrong? Your family decide you were the worthless little chit you are and throw you out?"
She burst into tears. "Don't say that" she whispered and fainted again.
Draco gave an exasperated sigh and marched angrily out the door.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Draco went to an expensive café for a cup of coffee. As he purchased the newspaper, he froze when he saw the headline.
"7/9th of the Weasley family murdered."
Draco read the whole article with fascination. So that explained why she was so...out of it.
He finished his coffee and went back to the hotel.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ginny woke up to something cool on her forehead. "Draco?" she murmered faintly.
"Don't you faint on me again, little Weaselette." He said, taking the cool cloth off her forehead.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, propping her head up on her elbow.
"Doing what? Helping out a Gryffindor? A Weasley? Disgracing the family name?" he retorted.
"You don't really care about what everyone think, do you?" she asked, more out of curiousity than lack of conversation.
"Nope" he said. "Oh, by the way, heres your Hogwarts letter."
Ginny took it from his hands and read it, then her eyes widened.
"What?"
"I'm being resorted and moved up a class." She said, scarcely believing it.
"So are you happy?" he asked.
Ginny recalled all those times she had been ridiculed and laughed at, by all the Gryffindors. "You bet."
Draco Malfoy thought he he had it all. His life was, after all, perfect. Or so he wanted to believe. He was rich, famous, and powerful. What more could he possibly want?
"Love?" his inner voice asked.
"Love is weakness." Draco muttered. He was sitting at his desk, over his head in books about the Dark Arts his father had recently dumped on him.
A Malfoy's life was based on these rules:
1, Malfoys are always right.
2, If a Malfoy is wrong, rule number one immediately applies.
3, Mudbloods and Halfbloods are beneath a pureblood.
4, Love is weakness.
5, A Malfoy never cries.
All these rules his father had proved over and over again. He had hammered them into his already brainwashed head. And though it hurt to see his father beat his mother over some absurd reason, he never cried and she never complained. Even when Lucius was drunk and sluggishly tortured Draco, he never cried. Among his many expensive presents, he never felt loved. He suspected his mother loved him, but Lucius had beat all the life and emotion out of her. He didn't think his mother minded mudbloods either. Oh yes, he had a perfect life alright.
Draco stood up with a frustrated sigh, knocking many of his books over. House elves scurried to pick them up.
He walked over to his bed and sat down thoughtfully. He had never really liked Dark Arts. Of course, he never really wanted to be a Death Eater. His father wanted him to be a Death Eater. He never really got a say in things did he? In fact , he couldn't remember even one time where he was actually allowed to decide for himself. His father already got his whole life planned out for him. How was he supposed to keep up with that?
An old creaking sound filled the room, and Draco looked towards the door expectantly.
"There is a Death Eater meeting tonight son." His father said. "I wish for you to come with me."
"Why? I'm not a Death Eater." Draco frowned.
"It is my wish that you come with me." Lucius said.
Draco panicked. "But-but father, I have- uhh.....I have.....an appointment tonight!"
"What appointment?" Lucius narrowed his eyes.
"I...uhhh..." Draco stammered.
"There is no appointment! Don't you lie to me boy!" Lucius was furius.
Draco stood up from his bed suddenly, and strode over to Lucius.
"I will not be a Death Eater" Dracos eyes narrowed with each word.
Before Lucius had time to protest Draco whipped out his wand and teleported Lucius to a tropical island somewhere in the Carribean. He didn't know how, he just knew that he did it.
"Strange." He thought, but he had made up his mind. He was leaving this cursed place, and hopefully before Lucius came back.
He packed his bags with a flick of his wand and took one last look at his room.
All the furniture was of polished wood, save the chairs and the bed. The chairs were of black leather and the bed and the carpets were of green, silver and black.
Then he levitated his bags in the air and marched out the door. He stopped in his mothers office.
"Mother, I've had enough, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself for me ok?" he paused.
"What happened Draco?" Narcissa asked, concerned.
"Well, I sort of teleported father to a tropical island somewhere in the Carribean" he avoided her gaze.
"Well serve him right! Where are you going darling? She asked.
"Away. Someday I'll free you of that bastard I'm ashamed to call a father." He said
Narcissa watched her son go, with mixed emotions. She had always wanted the perfect life for him, but Lucius had raised him with illusions and lies. She was happy for him, as he walked away from this horrible life, but she couldn't help wanting to go with him.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Draco stood in front of a hotel named "It's Not True"
'What an odd name' he thought to himself as he entered. It was a very cheery place, silver and purple linings everywhere.
"I'd like a luxury room please"he said at the check-in counter.
"Upstairs to your left, room "Oh No". Droned a bored monotone voice.
"Room 'Oh No'!?!" he muttered to himself going up the stairs.
'At least the room is something' the thought as he opened the door.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ginevra Wealsy was out shopping. She felt she needed new clothes, so that's exactly what she got.
When she was ready, she threw floo powder into the fire and said
"The Burrow!"
Ginny stumbled happily into her messy house. The happiness only lasted a minute though. What she saw made her drop her bags on the floor.
"MUM!" she yelled, rushing to her mothers lifeless body on the cold kitchen floor. She checked her pulse. There was none. Her body was ice cold.
"No" she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "No!"
She forced herself up and checked the house. She knew Ron was staying at Hermione's with Harry for the remainder of the summer.
Everyone else in her family was lying lifeless around the house.
Except for Ron, her whole family was dead.
Dead.
"Oh No." she whispered, backing up into the still green fire. Her hands were on her face.
"Its not true! Oh No!" she was gone.
She fell through Draco's fire.
Ginny fainted.
Draco's POV
A redhead just fell through my fire and fainted. Oh great. Wait...a redhead. That can only mean one thing. A Weasley. OH GREAT.
I moved cautiously over to the body. It was a girl. Ginevra Weasley. Well, that's better than Weasel King.
I picked her up gently and put her on my bed. I pulled the covers over her and sat in a chair with a good book. When she woke up, I wanted to know the exact reason why she had to fall into my fireplace.
END Draco's POV
Ginny was lying on something really soft. She was guessing it was a bed. But there was no bed that soft in her house. She slowly opened her eyes, and stared right into the icy gray ones of Draco Malfoy.
"AHHHHHH!" she screamed, and jumped up.
"Your awake. Mind telling me how the littlest weasley fell through my fireplace?" he asked coldly.
Ginny just stared at him, her eyes beginning to water.
"What's wrong? Your family decide you were the worthless little chit you are and throw you out?"
She burst into tears. "Don't say that" she whispered and fainted again.
Draco gave an exasperated sigh and marched angrily out the door.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Draco went to an expensive café for a cup of coffee. As he purchased the newspaper, he froze when he saw the headline.
"7/9th of the Weasley family murdered."
Draco read the whole article with fascination. So that explained why she was so...out of it.
He finished his coffee and went back to the hotel.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ginny woke up to something cool on her forehead. "Draco?" she murmered faintly.
"Don't you faint on me again, little Weaselette." He said, taking the cool cloth off her forehead.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, propping her head up on her elbow.
"Doing what? Helping out a Gryffindor? A Weasley? Disgracing the family name?" he retorted.
"You don't really care about what everyone think, do you?" she asked, more out of curiousity than lack of conversation.
"Nope" he said. "Oh, by the way, heres your Hogwarts letter."
Ginny took it from his hands and read it, then her eyes widened.
"What?"
"I'm being resorted and moved up a class." She said, scarcely believing it.
"So are you happy?" he asked.
Ginny recalled all those times she had been ridiculed and laughed at, by all the Gryffindors. "You bet."