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Part Fourteen
Dawn and Draco stepped out of the elevator onto the floor that contained Angel’s office. “What are we stopping here for?” He asked. “I need to see if there’s anything that needs to be taken care of before we go to sleep.” As they entered the vampire’s office, Draco noticed that most of the group, plus a guy with bleached blond hair, were present. “It’s about time you got back, ‘Bit,” the guy said. “What’s up?” Dawn asked, looking around at everyone’s worried faces. Angel looked at Draco and said, “We received word from Dumbledore.” “What does the old man want?” Draco asked, crossing his arms across his chest. “It’s your father. He escaped from prison.” “Ok, what does this have to do with me?” The young blond coolly asked. “We thought you’d want to know. He is your father,” Giles said, curious about the young man’s response. “He’s my father insomuch as he was the one who impregnated my mother. But other than that, he’s never been much of a father,” he informed them bitterly. “Well, if you wished to go back to you mother we would understand.” “No reason to do that.” “Are you sure?” Wesley asked. His curiosity was now piqued. “It would cause no problems to make the necessary arrangements.” “There’s no reason to send me back,” he insisted. “Ok, then,” Angel said, not wanting to push the issue. “Anything else going on we need to know about?” Dawn asked the others. “No, things are pretty quiet,” Giles said. “Alright, then we’re going upstairs to get some sleep. We’ll see you in the morning.” “Hold up for a sec, Dawn,” Spike said. “I’ll go up with you.” The three didn’t say anything until they got back on the elevator. When the doors shut, Spike turned to Draco. “So you’re the little git who’s giving my Nibblet a hard time.” “Who?” “Dawn. You’re the one who’s been givin’ Dawn a hard time,” Spike clarified. “With the insults and whatnot.” “Mate, I don’t know who you are, but she’s been insulting me just as much. So don’t jump on my case unless you yell at her,” Draco said with a sneer. “She’s been insulting you?” Spike asked with an arched eyebrow. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I just said?” The older blond turned and smiled at Dawn. “Way to go, ‘Bit. Knew you could handle the boy.” The doors opened to another floor and he stepped out and started down the hallway. Just before the doors shut again, he turned around and said, “Hey kid. Nice hair.” “Who was that?” Draco asked when they were alone again. “Spike. He’s got that whole over protective thing going on. I think I warned you about that at one point in time.” “Isn’t he a vampire?” “Used to be,” Dawn corrected. “He’s human now.” “How?” “A long story,” she said. “So why don’t you want to go back home?” “It’s none of your business.” “I just figured you would want to go spend time with your mom,” she said as they stepped off the elevator and started walking towards Xander’s apartment. “No need to do that. She’s not there,” he grumbled softly, not knowing that Dawn heard every word. “If she’s not there, then where is she?” “You’re not going to leave this alone until I tell you, are you?” He asked in annoyance. “Nope,” she replied with a grin. “Fine. Three months after my father went into Azkaban my mother disappeared. Six months later I received a letter from her saying everything was in my name - the manor, the accounts, everything. I haven’t heard from her since. The only ones who know this are a few of my friends and Dumbledore,” he said bleakly. He looked at her and asked, “Are you happy now?” “Not really. I’m sorry Malfoy.” “I don’t need your pity, Summers.” She looked softly at him for a moment before saying, “It’s not just your mother, though. There’s something else bothering you.” “No, there’s not.” “Yes, there is.” “No, there’s not.” “Yes, there is.” “No, there’s not.” “Yes, there is,” she insisted. “You may not want to admit it, but you paled slightly when Angel said your father had escaped. What are you worried about?” “Nothing.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.” “Fine, whatever. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then she went back to the elevator. Draco mutely watched her get back on the elevator. She had no clue what his life was really like. He really didn’t want to stay in the muggle world, but he figured it was the safest place for him to be until school started again. Because now that his father was out, he would surely come looking for his son and make him become a deatheater. A path, Draco wasn’t willing to follow. ********** It was late the next morning and Draco was still in the apartment waiting for Dawn. The one-eyed guy who owned the apartment had shown him how to work the TV before he had left and Draco had spent the morning flipping through the channels. He had found several interesting things to watch, but they were continually interrupted by these annoying things that Xander had called commercials. At times, it seemed to him that there were more commercials than programs. He sighed as he clicked the TV off. It appeared that the girl had held a grudge against him since he hadn’t revealed things to her the night before, since she hadn’t come to see him yet. Not that he really minded of course. Just because she was beautiful, intelligent, and wouldn’t back down from him didn’t mean he was attracted to her. Nope. Not attracted to the beautiful young watcher. After all, she was just a muggle. Non-muggle. Whatever. His curiosity by what she always meant by that had some back stronger than before. Even though he had informed her that it didn’t interest him, he hated to admit that it did. He knew she was telling the truth about being a non-muggle, too. After spending the previous day with her, he was able to sense that while she wasn’t a witch, she wasn’t a normal muggle either. There was some sort of aura about her that he just couldn’t place. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized that Buffy had entered the room until she was standing between him and the TV. “Yes?” He asked as he looked up at her. “Dawnie has been caught up in paperwork and meetings all morning. So I thought you might like to come watch Angel and I spar for a while,” the tiny slayer suggested. “I suppose so. It’s better than sitting around here doing nothing.” ************* “Are you ready yet?” Came Dawn’s voice through Draco’s bedroom door later that night. They were suppose to go out dancing at a local club for teens. “Just a minute more,” he said as he took one last look in the mirror. “You look fine, now step away from the mirror and let’s go!” Came her impatient response. “Bloody girl. Thinks she knows everything,” he muttered, completely ignoring the fact that she was right. Deciding he looked good enough to go out and mingle with muggles, he opened the door. His body became rooted in place as he drank in the beauty in front of him. Dawn wore a little khaki skirt that seemed to make her legs impossibly long. Her pale blue halter seemed to shimmer and her hair was pulled up to leave her tanned back exposed. Seeing so much of her exposed skin he wondered where exactly the scars she had mentioned were located. Dawn had heard the door open, but nothing else. She turned to see what was wrong but became mesmerized by the hunk of salty goodness in front of her. His black pants were obviously tailored by the way the fabric clung to his form in all the right places. The silvery grey shirt he wore enhanced his grey eyes and his pale hair nearly glowed. “Is there something wrong?” He finally asked, breaking the silence. “Uh...no. You look fine,” she stammered out. “That’s good to know,” he said dryly. She rolled her eyes and said, “Let’s go.” “Wait! One question,” he said. She turned and looked at him expectantly. He suddenly felt a little foolish as he asked, “Your scars. Where are they?” “I’ll show them when I fully trust you,” she said with a smile. “Now let’s go party.” It took a moment for what she said to sink in. It wasn’t if she trusted him, it was when. With a small smirk, he followed her out the door. Previous Part Across the Pond Menu Next Part |
