Feels Good to Get Away, a tale from the delirious mind of M.T. Froste
Written after an overdose of Queen (long live Freddie, or rather Rest in Peace dear friend) after being stuck in bed for three days after falling under the weather. All madness of the plot came to mind from listening to Jazz and A Day at the Races. So dedicated to Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and especially John Deacon whose song In Only Seven Days, inspired the original concept of the story.
Disclaimer: Not being a pom I cannot pass myself off as either J.K. or a member of Queen, thus do not own any of their works or ideas.
Teaser (after giving up on attempted summary): Draco replied to the calculating look, "Yes, Draco Malfoy the disgraced Malfoy heir." The green-eyed boy smiled, "Sorry, I don't read the papers much so, that means nothing to me." He flashed another charming grin, "I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Potter."
NOTE: This story is AU and non magic (fully explained in chapter two)
Draco stepped outside, slamming the door to the manor behind him. Leaning his forehead on the door he took a deep breath to calm his agitated nerves. He opened his eyes, slightly calmer, only to turn and cringe at the sight of the pouring rain gushing down from the porch roof.
"Just my luck," he muttered under his breath.
He clenched his jaw determinedly, grasped his case's handle firmly and stepped through the waterfall from the roof into the heart of the downpour.
"I can't believe you're letting him go so easily," said Narcissa, "nor can I believe how calm you are about the whole situation. The family's entire future just walked out on us, you do realise that?"
"Of course I realise," said Lucius pouring himself a glass of whisky. He eyed the contents in the glass, moved the glass in a swirling motion and took a sip.
"So, what are we going to do about it?" demanded Narcissa getting irritated by her husbands lack of interest in the whole predicament.
"Nothing," replied Lucius calmly, stepping up to the rain splattered window.
Narcissa took a deep breath to stop herself from raising her voice, "Nothing?" she repeated through tight lips. "And how on earth is that going to help anything, Lucius?" she muttered quietly to herself.
Lucius didn't look at her. Instead he took another sip from his glass and went back to looking out the window. "That's correct, dear, nothing." His lip started to curl into what could only be called a true Malfoy smirk as he watched his son tramping through the sheets of water pelting from the sky. "Once Draco realises he has nothing without us, he'll come to his senses. But I do believe we may have to help him along in his understanding of this, by…oh I don't know," his lips curled entirely as the smirk became more distinct, "cutting his access to the family fortune, perhaps."
Narcissa felt the sly smile playing on her lips as she listened to her husband. She walked over to him wrapping her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. She took the glass from his grasp and took a delicate sip, leaving it cradled in her own palm.
"Don't worry, dear, he won't go through with it" said Lucius eyeing his son as he came to the end of the estate's drive. Will he look back? Lucius mused in his head.
Draco had paused at the gate, the rain was pissing down around him, though it seemed no longer a problem seen as he was already drenched. He stared at the looming manor wrought-iron gates before him. They were tall and silver, with the Malfoy crest embossed across the centre part, a wolf curled around an elaborately drawn 'M'.
He withstood the urge to look back knowing his father would be watching for any signs of weakness or of reconsideration.
"You've turned your back on all that now. This is your break and you have to take it. There's no turning back, you've come too far," he whispered through chattering teeth. He ran a hand through his sopping wet hair, pulled his coat tightly around him and held his head high, swallowing as he reached for the gate.
"He'll be back, mark my words," Lucius spoke calmly to his wife. "He has nowhere to go. I wonder how long it will take him to realise. The end of the day perhaps…"
Narcissa rolled her eyes.
"What?" chuckled Lucius. "You think he'll last longer. Oh you're on, darling. A bet- that our dear son will be home before dusk."
"You seem so sure, Lucius. But me on the other hand, I'm afraid I'm going to have to beg to differ. Draco is a Malfoy. He's not stupid. I mean, honestly Lucius, he's your son and anyone related to you has a mind that works in mysterious and extraordinary ways. I don't think you're giving him enough credit."
"That's all well true, he does follow my side of the family with our abundance of remarkable intelligence and intellect, but you keep forgetting he has nowhere to go."
Draco clutched the keys to his new home reassuringly in his hand. The feel of them encouraging him to step through the gate and leave the past behind where it belonged.
"Oh fine," cried Narcissa frustrated, "I guess you're right. As usual." She rolled her eyes. She let go of her grasp around her husband and came to stand beside him. Draco was still at the gate. Inside she was shocked to find a small part of her heart willing him on, urging him to take that last step. She gave her head a sudden shake and took a larger sip of the whisky, annoyed at herself for thinking such things."And I must say, cutting his access to the fortune is beyond brilliance, dear."
Lucius pulled his wife in front him and wrapped his arms around her, "I know. Sometimes my brilliance even astonishes me."
Narcissa resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at her husband's arrogance.
"And we all know that without money, you have and are," Lucius drew breath. Through the water swept window they watched as Draco disappeared through the gates, "Nothing."
A/N: Does anyone have any suggestion as to where Draco's new home should be (ie. location: beach/on the coast, country, city etc) or what kind of home it should be (cottage, flat,any particular style home that would suit him to live in?) I'm all ears as my ill mind didn't think that far ahead.(oh and please suggestions other than Harry's house would be helpful. ) :)