Chapter 3 : Chapter 3
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He walked downstairs, checked on his mother who was outside sitting in the warm sun, and started to make some breakfast.
“Draco?” he heard his father call out.
“Yes, Father?” he responded generically. Lucius was still struggling with the after-effects of the war. It was one of the reasons why Draco still lived with his parents; they needed to be taken care of.
“Have you done the Dark Lord’s job?” he whispered, looking serious.
Draco sighed. “Father, the war is over. The Dark Lord isn’t alive anymore—”
“Shh!” he reprimanded him. “He might hear and punish us,” he breathed, his eyes wide.
Draco closed his eyes and counted to ten slowly. “Father, the war is over. He’s been defeated. It ended three years ago? Remember Potter defended us and didn’t let us go to Azkaban?”
Lucius had a look of recognition and nodded. “Of course,” was all he said before he walked into the dining room where Voldemort and his Death Eaters used to meet.
Draco felt like deflating. His father just wasn’t getting any better and his mother seemed to be numb. She was still shocked that Bellatrix was killed and her niece – whom she’d never even met – was murdered by Bellatrix.
She had tried to talk to Andromeda but she was rejected, in fear that she would hurt her grandson. Draco had also tried talking to Andromeda but she spurned him away too.
He sighed again and brought out a plate of fruit for his mother before leaving to help Astoria.
“Hi Draco!” Astoria said brightly. She was dressed in trousers that came past her knees and an old Slytherin jersey.
“Hi Astoria,” he said, grinning, his thoughts about his parents fading away. “Should we get going?”
She nodded. “Yeah, sure. I just need to get my broom.”
Draco nodded and she quickly ducked back into her apartment. “Come in,” he heard her call out.
He let himself in and closed the door behind him. The place looked much cleaner than before. She finally found a broom and he heard, “I found it!” She came out with an old Cleansweep and she asked him, “Where’s your broom?”
“Already at the field,” he responded, “I’ve also got brooms for all the other kids.”
She looked at him curiously. “I thought the kids were going to bring their own brooms?”
He hesitated. “Well, yes. But then I thought I’d go and buy new ones, they deserve them.”
Astoria’s mouth had dropped open and suddenly, she flung herself at him. “That’s so sweet! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
She quickly kissed him and said thank you again. “Oh, that’s wonderful; they’re going to be excited, thank you, so much.”
Draco didn’t respond, he was still in shock that Astoria had kissed him. He decided against saying something, as they were going to be late if he started a whole new conversation.
“Should we get going?” she asked, her eyes bright and excited.
He nodded and grabbed her hand, feeling his cheeks turn pink. “One, two, three,” he murmured before spinning on the spot.
They arrived at the empty field and Astoria looked around. It was a nice, warm day that would be perfect for the kids to play Quidditch. The other two girls, who Draco had only met once, had finally arrived with their own brooms.
“Hello, Draco,” Alyssa said warmly. “It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”
Draco nodded. “It is. Hello. And hello Stephanie,” he said politely.
Stephanie winked at him. “Hey. This is going to be great! They’re going to love it.”
Astoria bounced on the balls of her feet. “Guess what?” she said excitedly. Her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were extremely bright.
“What?” Stephanie asked, tying her long red hair into a bun. Her Harpies jersey rode up so Draco could see her bellybutton ring.
Astoria looked at Draco eagerly. “Can I tell them?” Draco nodded and she turned back to the pair.
“Draco bought the kids a broom each!” she squealed. “Isn’t that wonderful?!”
Alyssa gaped at him. Stephanie shrieked and tackled him in a hug. He stumbled and patted her on the back gently. “Really?” Alyssa asked once she had recovered.
Draco nodded again. “Yeah, I guess I had a bit of spare money lying around,” he said uncomfortably. The hot sun was directly on his back and causing him to feel a bit sweaty.
Stephanie broke away from him with her hands at her mouth. “Thank you,” she said gratefully. “This is amazing. Thank you for doing this.”
He smiled abashedly and Alyssa asked, “So where are the brooms? The kids are going to turn up soon.” She smiled at him. “This is an amazing thing you’ve done, Draco.”
Draco felt his cheeks go pink as Astoria squeezed his hand a bit. He gestured to the small shed in the corner of the field. “Over there,” he said.
Alyssa waved her wand at the shed and immediately, a whole lot of brooms came flying out. The three girls gaped at the vast amount of brooms and when they arrived they saw the shiny words that read, NIMBUS 2000.
Draco fidgeted. “It’s not the best model, but because there are so many kids and—” he broke off as Astoria shushed him.
“Draco, this is amazing!” She hugged him again, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He cautiously put his own arms around her waist and held her there. “You truly are a good person, Draco Malfoy,” she whispered into his ear. Alyssa and Stephanie were thanking him over and over again, but it was those whispered words that made him feel good about himself. Draco had done a few bad things in the war, and hearing those words made him undeniably happy.
They broke apart as the kids started to come in. Each time Draco told them that the broom was for them to keep, they would scream in happiness. Their guardians had nearly started to cry, and they were so thankful for Draco. He’d never felt happier as they generally were guarded around him because of his involvement with the war and to see them trusting him meant more to him than he would like to admit.
Draco was in the air with them, throwing Quaffles left and right, and he noticed the big grins the kids had. He felt so extremely happy at seeing their laughing faces and the way they cherished the broom.
This was the definitely the best thing he had ever done.
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