Draco's October Catch-All & Memory Share

[dracolucmalfoy]

Who: Draco Malfoy & You
What: Random Happenings and Memory Share.
When: Month of October
Where: All around. Pick a place?
Warnings: Dreams may contain elements of torture, death and abuse of a minor.


Header Links:
Memory 01: Draco meets a black haired boy in Madam Malkin's before his First Year.
Memory 02: Something nice and light. Little Draco cloud watching with Narcissa.
Memory 03: 6th Year, a moment collecting himself in the haunted bathroom.
Potion Talk: Draco and Nico talk about Unicorns and Potions.
Looking Through The Glass Draco meets Marinette.

[Feel free to request a different kind of memory. There are tons. Also feel free to poke me for any other kinds of scenes.]

Comments

Memory 01

[dracolucmalfoy]

The scene starts with the young boy of eleven alone. White blond hair slicked back, standing proudly on a little stool. There is the set of a smirk upon his lips, but there is also child-like excitement in his eyes. Despite being an eleven-year-old boy his posture is impeccable, without a slouch. He stands perfectly still for the seamstress attending him, with the tape measure and pins floating about at her command, taking his measurements. A wand within her hand.

Another boy appears with spectacles and messy black hair. Draco looks over, gaining an almost smug demeanor.

"Hullo," he said, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," the boy said.

"My father’s next door buying my books and mother’s up the street looking at wands," Draco went on. Excited despite his bored tone. "Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first-years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow. Have you got your own broom?" Draco ended his rambling with a question. Unable to stop his excitement from spilling over, having him forget his manners.

"No," the raven-haired boy responded with.

"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco continued his questioning.
"‘No."

"I do – Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you’ll be in yet?"

"No."

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I’ll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?" Oblivious of the other boy's discomfort.

"Mmm."

"I say, look at that man!" Draco pointed to the window, outside of which stood a very large bearded man that look rugged and rather wild.

"That’s Hagrid," the boy said after looking as well. "He works at Hogwarts."

"Oh, I’ve heard of him. He’s a sort of servant, isn’t he?"

"He’s the gamekeeper," the boy replied with.

"Yes, exactly. I heard he’s a sort of savage – lives in a hut in the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he’s brilliant." The boy's demeanor clearly changes, getting a bit frosty in his reply.

"Do you?" Draco asked, sneering in response to the tone the other boy used. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They’re dead."

"Oh, sorry." Draco didn't know what to say with that and quickly came up with something, the first thing he could think of to say. "But they were our kind, weren’t they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that’s what you mean."

"I really don’t think they should let the other sort in, do you? They’re just not the same, they’ve never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What’s your surname, anyway?"

Before the boy could reply Madam Malkin spoke up. "That’s you done, my dear."

The boy jumped down eagerly from his stool. "Well, I’ll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose." And he was gone.

Draco looked after the boy a moment and gave a shrug. Soon he was done himself.

Memory 02

[dracolucmalfoy]

It is a sunny day, that is easy to tell. There is a nice breeze and the scent of flowers is heavy in the air. Tinkling laughter of a toddling child can be heard. A small wite blond-haired toddler in light blue and white clothes lays on bright green grass with his head in an elegant woman's lap. He's pointing fingers up toward the sky. the woman leaning to the side a bit to look up without the umbrella blocking her view.

"Look, mother, a dragon!" the young boy says.

"Oh, look at that, it is. What about that one, Draco. Can you tell me what it is?" She asks in a soft, light tone of voice.

The toddler's face screws up as he stares up at the fluffy clouds very hard. "Unicorn!"

"Yes, that's right." The woman claps her hands. "You're such a smart boy."

Little Draco smiles proudly. Off around a bush a little green being can be seen motioning in the air. Seemingly the cause behind the clouds above forming into magical creatures.

Memory 03

[dracolucmalfoy]

This scene is not light nor happy. The bathroom seen is dark and dank. The figure that stumbles into it isn't happy. Instead, he looks haunted and weary. Worn down by an invisible weight. His emotions are a jumbled mess of fear, desperation, and anxiety. A thick cloud of depression forming about him as he grips his arm in the seclusion of the bathroom.

Draco grips his forearms so tightly his knuckles turn white. His teeth gritting as he moves to the sink. Releasing his arm only to brace his hands on the edges of the sink. Leaning forward as his breathing starts to come a little raggedly. His eyes closing. Clutching the sink like a lifeline as his emotions swell within like a wave about to capsize a sailboat.

Draco & Nico: Potion Talk

[dracolucmalfoy]

After talking to the pessimistic Nico for a bit Draco set up to meet and talk about this potion Nico wanted to be done. That it took a bit to have it happen was to be blamed upon lack of time setting himself up in a new job and figuring things out. However, eventually, it happened.

Draco was sitting on a bench with a nice view of the water, a cup of hot tea in his hand. A poor substitute for what he was used to, but he had to deal. So he sat there, waiting. Ankle resting on his knee as he waited. Just watching the people milling about.

When he saw the other guy approaching Draco rose up and held out his hand. "Hello, Nico. Hope you don't mind talking out here."

Looking Through The Glass | Draco & Marinette

[dracolucmalfoy]

It had become something of a thing Draco had started. Going out into the public and walking around. Traversing the city and not only familiarizing himself with the area but becoming seen. Becoming known. Perhaps with the multitude of people milling about, coming and going, he wasn't necessarily known. But he would be seen at some point.

There was no particular need for him to purchase anything at this point. Yet here he was in the area with the most shops with their wares on display. His pace was leisurely, in no great hurry. Just taking in the day, the atmosphere, the people around him and the displays in the windows. Some changes were made, some remained the same. He had a nostalgic moment remembering walking down Diagon Alley, before the height of the War.

He paused at a window where a teen girl with black hair lingered. He glanced into the window to see what was displayed there. Not anything he had a particular interest in, but regardless... Good economy was key in the happiness of the society and culture of the city.

"I see they changed the display," he said in an off-handed comment. "Their good are of an excellent quality." He looked toward the girl as he said that, giving her a brief friendly smile.