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This was not new ground for me. I'd been through it many times before. This time however, I was not simply trying to be what he wanted. No one could ever be exactly what he wanted. This time I had my own plan, my own goal, and it had nothing to do with him.
For some reason, knowing that deep in my soul made me feel so much better. I could apologize, I could tell him I was wrong, without loosing me. I didn't know if anyone would understand that if I tried to explain it to them, but it didn't matter. I had no one I could fully trust anyhow. I hadn't had someone like that for as far back as I could remember.
I sent a house elf to my father, "Tell my father I wish to apologize." I told it. It left, and I waited half an hour for my father to come into my room.
"What is it Draco?" He stood in the doorway, looking down at me like I was a naughty dog, hardly worth his time. I hated him even more for it.
"I would like to apologize for my actions earlier father. I got carried away and spoke out of turn. I'll do my best not to do it again."
"I see," my father looked at my window and back to me. "Well then, perhaps you will do something for me to make up for it."
"Yes sir?" I replied, confused. He didn't often ask for favors.
For some reason, knowing that deep in my soul made me feel so much better. I could apologize, I could tell him I was wrong, without loosing me. I didn't know if anyone would understand that if I tried to explain it to them, but it didn't matter. I had no one I could fully trust anyhow. I hadn't had someone like that for as far back as I could remember.
I sent a house elf to my father, "Tell my father I wish to apologize." I told it. It left, and I waited half an hour for my father to come into my room.
"What is it Draco?" He stood in the doorway, looking down at me like I was a naughty dog, hardly worth his time. I hated him even more for it.
"I would like to apologize for my actions earlier father. I got carried away and spoke out of turn. I'll do my best not to do it again."
"I see," my father looked at my window and back to me. "Well then, perhaps you will do something for me to make up for it."
"Yes sir?" I replied, confused. He didn't often ask for favors.