It was late at night when my father finally knocked at my door. I knew he had wanted me to stay up, and therefore I was still fully dressed. I stood up as he entered the room. He looked around with his usual indifferent expression. I don’t know what he was looking for, and I don’t know if he found it. He took a couple of steps closer, before he stopped in the middle of the room.
“You were late.”
“I know father, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I heard my excuses stumble out of my mouth, but he silenced me with a raised hand.
“I am very disappointed.”
I felt my moyo drop to my feet. “I am very disappointed” was always followed kwa a lot of displeasure.
“I thought I had taught wewe how very important it is to make a good impression, and being on time is a part of that. And as if being late wasn’t enough wewe were barley respectable.”
I lowered my head. As if trying to onyesha my regret was going to help me at this point.
“Take of your robes.”
“Father…”
“Take them off.”
There was a cold fury in his voice which I couldn’t disobey. I took off my robes and started to unbutton my shirt.
“Keep your shati on.”
I looked at him in confusion, but he just told me to turn around and put my hands on my desk. I tensed as I waited for the first beat to hit my back. It never did. Instead I felt a numbing pain in my legs, and I almost fell down.
“Straighten up.”
I tensed again, and this time I knew what was coming so I was able to stand straight for the inayofuata ten whips. After that I Lost count. I just know that when it all was over all I felt was hot blood, pumping through some formless masses that an saa zamani had been my legs.
He left me on the floor. I heard him leave the room, and I heard someone else enter. But I couldn’t see, because the pain was shielding my eyes. I remember someone putting me in bed, and then how the same person started to take care of my legs. But then the pain grew too big and everything went black.
“You can’t go on like this.”
“Since when did wewe start to tell me what I can and can’t do?”
“Since I started to fear for your son’s life. Because I hope it is not your intention to kill him?”
“Of course not! How dare you? He needs to learn what it is to be a Malfoy.”
“Of course. But if wewe wouldn’t beat him unconscious every week au so, I think wewe would see a much better improvement.”
I tried to songesha but I stopped dead in the middle of the movement as my legs started to throb. I couldn’t help but escape a yelp of pain. My father and Severus turned towards me.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
My father looked at me, and I felt even worse as I saw his indifferent face. In pure vain I turned towards Severus to see if maybe he would look sorry for me, but his face held even less expressions than my father’s.
“Severus was kind enough to make an ointment for you. It will have wewe up and running in a couple of days, and kwa then we should be able to go to the Diagon Alley to get your new school-artifacts.”
He snapped his fingers and Dobby appeared out of thin air inayofuata to him. Dobby bowed deep.
“Master called Dobby, sir.”
“Get some breakfast to Draco. Some sandwiches will do.”
“Yes sir, immediately sir.” And Dobby disappeared again.
Silence fell over the room. My father started to walk around and inspect every inch of the room while Severus silently stood kwa the door. After about three dakika of unbearable silence, Dobby entered the room with a pile of sandwiches and a large bottle of pumpkin, boga juice.
“We’re leaving.”
My father and Severus left the room, while Dobby put down my breakfast at my dawati and then hurried toward my kitanda to make it as comfortable as possible for me.
“Thank you.” I alisema when he put a pile of pillows behind my back, and helped me to rest against them.
“Young master must not thank Dobby. Dobby is just doing what Dobby is told.”
He put my breakfast in my knee.
“Dobby made chicken-sandwiches, and ham-sandwiches, and some with cheese too, because Dobby knows that young master likes these, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Dobby bowed deep before making himself ready to leave.
“Dobby.”
He stopped and turned around towards me. But he still had his head bowed deep, and didn’t look at me.
“Please, look at me.”
He slowly raised his head, and in his big green eyes I saw pity. I turned away to stare down at my sandwiches.
“Thanks, wewe can go.”
I hated the tone of superiority in my voice. I hated shielding myself from the only person in the house that could understand me.
That was the last time I spoke to Dobby alone for two years.
A week later I got up early to dress for a siku in the Diagon Alley. I had only been up for two days and was still a bit shaky sometimes. The whole being in kitanda thing had made me miss out on Melissa’s departure, which made me quite bad-tempered. We had been uandishi letters to each other but it wasn’t the same thing. I mean, we were uandishi letter throughout the years.
I went downstairs and ate my breakfast in silence while my mother and father talked about in what order we should go to the different stores.
“I want a new racingbroom.” I alisema sulkily.
My father slowly turned his head towards me.
“Pardon?”
“I want a new racingbroom. I won’t be able to race anyone down with my old one. Nimbus 2001 just joined the market. It’s the best there is. I want one.”
“Of course. Let’s just hope wewe get into the team.”
“I will. And if wewe doubt it wewe might know a few tips on how to make sure I will. I mean, if Potter would be in the Gryffindor team, but…”
“I will talk to Severus.”
I smiled, but I didn’t feel anything.
“Thank wewe father.”
When it was time to leave my mother decided to stay at the manor which made me very disappointed. That meant I would have to spend the whole siku in the company of my father. I never liked those days. It meant a lot of pretending, and it never turned out as good as I wanted.
Okey, if wewe like it wewe could go check it out on fanfiction.net kwa Teaspoon95 (I know, I'm so very creative...)
And I wouldn't mind people telling me what they think since this is my first fanfiction ever :)
Oh, and it's called Draco Malfoy: The Hidden Truth on fanfiction.net as well. :)
“You were late.”
“I know father, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
I heard my excuses stumble out of my mouth, but he silenced me with a raised hand.
“I am very disappointed.”
I felt my moyo drop to my feet. “I am very disappointed” was always followed kwa a lot of displeasure.
“I thought I had taught wewe how very important it is to make a good impression, and being on time is a part of that. And as if being late wasn’t enough wewe were barley respectable.”
I lowered my head. As if trying to onyesha my regret was going to help me at this point.
“Take of your robes.”
“Father…”
“Take them off.”
There was a cold fury in his voice which I couldn’t disobey. I took off my robes and started to unbutton my shirt.
“Keep your shati on.”
I looked at him in confusion, but he just told me to turn around and put my hands on my desk. I tensed as I waited for the first beat to hit my back. It never did. Instead I felt a numbing pain in my legs, and I almost fell down.
“Straighten up.”
I tensed again, and this time I knew what was coming so I was able to stand straight for the inayofuata ten whips. After that I Lost count. I just know that when it all was over all I felt was hot blood, pumping through some formless masses that an saa zamani had been my legs.
He left me on the floor. I heard him leave the room, and I heard someone else enter. But I couldn’t see, because the pain was shielding my eyes. I remember someone putting me in bed, and then how the same person started to take care of my legs. But then the pain grew too big and everything went black.
“You can’t go on like this.”
“Since when did wewe start to tell me what I can and can’t do?”
“Since I started to fear for your son’s life. Because I hope it is not your intention to kill him?”
“Of course not! How dare you? He needs to learn what it is to be a Malfoy.”
“Of course. But if wewe wouldn’t beat him unconscious every week au so, I think wewe would see a much better improvement.”
I tried to songesha but I stopped dead in the middle of the movement as my legs started to throb. I couldn’t help but escape a yelp of pain. My father and Severus turned towards me.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
My father looked at me, and I felt even worse as I saw his indifferent face. In pure vain I turned towards Severus to see if maybe he would look sorry for me, but his face held even less expressions than my father’s.
“Severus was kind enough to make an ointment for you. It will have wewe up and running in a couple of days, and kwa then we should be able to go to the Diagon Alley to get your new school-artifacts.”
He snapped his fingers and Dobby appeared out of thin air inayofuata to him. Dobby bowed deep.
“Master called Dobby, sir.”
“Get some breakfast to Draco. Some sandwiches will do.”
“Yes sir, immediately sir.” And Dobby disappeared again.
Silence fell over the room. My father started to walk around and inspect every inch of the room while Severus silently stood kwa the door. After about three dakika of unbearable silence, Dobby entered the room with a pile of sandwiches and a large bottle of pumpkin, boga juice.
“We’re leaving.”
My father and Severus left the room, while Dobby put down my breakfast at my dawati and then hurried toward my kitanda to make it as comfortable as possible for me.
“Thank you.” I alisema when he put a pile of pillows behind my back, and helped me to rest against them.
“Young master must not thank Dobby. Dobby is just doing what Dobby is told.”
He put my breakfast in my knee.
“Dobby made chicken-sandwiches, and ham-sandwiches, and some with cheese too, because Dobby knows that young master likes these, sir.”
“Thank you.”
Dobby bowed deep before making himself ready to leave.
“Dobby.”
He stopped and turned around towards me. But he still had his head bowed deep, and didn’t look at me.
“Please, look at me.”
He slowly raised his head, and in his big green eyes I saw pity. I turned away to stare down at my sandwiches.
“Thanks, wewe can go.”
I hated the tone of superiority in my voice. I hated shielding myself from the only person in the house that could understand me.
That was the last time I spoke to Dobby alone for two years.
A week later I got up early to dress for a siku in the Diagon Alley. I had only been up for two days and was still a bit shaky sometimes. The whole being in kitanda thing had made me miss out on Melissa’s departure, which made me quite bad-tempered. We had been uandishi letters to each other but it wasn’t the same thing. I mean, we were uandishi letter throughout the years.
I went downstairs and ate my breakfast in silence while my mother and father talked about in what order we should go to the different stores.
“I want a new racingbroom.” I alisema sulkily.
My father slowly turned his head towards me.
“Pardon?”
“I want a new racingbroom. I won’t be able to race anyone down with my old one. Nimbus 2001 just joined the market. It’s the best there is. I want one.”
“Of course. Let’s just hope wewe get into the team.”
“I will. And if wewe doubt it wewe might know a few tips on how to make sure I will. I mean, if Potter would be in the Gryffindor team, but…”
“I will talk to Severus.”
I smiled, but I didn’t feel anything.
“Thank wewe father.”
When it was time to leave my mother decided to stay at the manor which made me very disappointed. That meant I would have to spend the whole siku in the company of my father. I never liked those days. It meant a lot of pretending, and it never turned out as good as I wanted.
Okey, if wewe like it wewe could go check it out on fanfiction.net kwa Teaspoon95 (I know, I'm so very creative...)
And I wouldn't mind people telling me what they think since this is my first fanfiction ever :)
Oh, and it's called Draco Malfoy: The Hidden Truth on fanfiction.net as well. :)
