Reading is Not Polite
Draco flipped through the book in his lap, Uncle Snape had gifted it to him in secret. Draco wasn't supposed to be read, other than the etiquette hand books, his father had said that it was useless.
But, Draco absolutely adores reading!
Just getting roped into an adventure of knights and far off lands excited Draco to his core.
On this day though, his mind to far into the book and didn't hear the footsteps drawing near.
Knocking was heard from his room and Draco scrambled to hide the story under his pillow.
In walked the great Lucius Malfoy his head held high.
Draco sat up and bowed his head, "good morning father."
"Good morning Draco, how did you sleep?" Questioned Lucius.
"Very well father, and you as well?" Draco said nervously.
"You seen to be hiding something Draco, give it up and you won't be punished as bad," Lucius said with a sneer. He knew his son was still young and foolish enough to do something stupid, he was only nine.
But Draco persisted, "I swear I am hiding nothing father."
Lucius walked over to him and threw him to the floor. Grabbing the pillows from his plush bed he threw them next to his son and discovered the story book he had hidden.
"You rat, why do you have this? You are not supposed to read, you'll fill your mind with thoughts and ideas!"
"Oh and excuse me for thinking for once father!"
A smack rang out and Draco cried out.
"You are an Omega you are not supposed to think, come with me," Lucius ordered his son.
Lucius dragged Draco to a spare bedroom across the hall and locked him in.
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Draco sighed as he looked out the window, it was night now and the stars were twinkling.
The locked clicked again and the door opened to Narcissa Malfoy, "come Draco, time to go back to your room.”
Walking slowly to his room he kept his head down in respect to his father who was standing in the hallway nearby.
Walking to his door he slowly opened it and walked inside.
On the windows there were bars and the room was cleared, all his books were gone and all his figurines. His bed was made and his plush dragon laid on it.
“As you can see your desk contains your etiquette book, your fan guide, and your upper class handbook. All the books you’ll need my dragon,” Lucius voice rang out.
“You’ll stay in your room the next few days and think about what you’ve done.”
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