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Chapter Seventy-Five: Rich, Buy!!
"Dad, I mailed you Harry Potter's blood. Did you get it?"
It was late at night.
Draco Malfoy sat before his two-way mirror, wearing an expression far too excited for the hour.
On the other side, Lucius Malfoy appeared—elegant as always, though tonight, the dark circles under his eyes betrayed a night with far too little dignity and far too much panic.
"Well… you're still a student, Draco. You shouldn't—"
Lucius began to decline automatically, wanting to avoid another blow to his pride.
The last thing he wanted was for his son to witness the possible consequences of that rumor—that Harry Potter might secretly be his child. Merlin forbid Draco discover that kind of shame.
"Oh no, Father," Draco cut in, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You praised me at lunch today for being as noble and dutiful as a proper Malfoy. You wouldn't want me to go crying to Mother tonight and tell her you secretly have two illegitimate children, right?"
Lucius froze.
Draco smirked.
Lucius sighed.
Merlin.
One mistake, and a lifetime of suffering. Truly, karmic repayment was real.
"…Fine. But you must swear an Unbreakable Vow with me after this."
Draco waved the demand away impatiently.
This was more important.
He had to know whether Harry Potter was his brother.
Growing up in pure-blood aristocracy, Draco knew how common illegitimate children were among old families. Even pure-blood families occasionally brought them home.
But he had never imagined his own parents would be involved in anything so disgraceful.
And today?
Today had shaken his worldview violently.
Honestly, if he didn't care that Narcissa might divorce Lucius, Draco would've dragged Darren and Harry in front of the man and demanded:
"Look at what you've done, you irresponsible old bat!"
"Oh, Merlin, please… let this be wrong…" Lucius muttered, sounding more like a man praying for salvation than a dignified patriarch.
He ignited the blood sample with his wand.
Two thin red lights shot upward, arched apart in opposite directions—
Then dissolved into nothing.
Lucius sagged in relief.
"Ha! Wonderful! I mean—Harry Potter is not my child! What good news."
He looked like a man who had just avoided being murdered by Voldemort's memory, reputation, and ghost simultaneously.
"I KNEW IT!" Draco slapped the table, triumphant.
Scarhead's irritating face?
Absolutely not Malfoy material.
And as for that midnight duel?
Ha!
Draco didn't go at all.
In fact, after discovering Harry wasn't his brother, Draco happily slipped a message to Filch, claiming someone was sneaking into the trophy room.
The thought of Harry Potter being caught and expelled made Draco sleep like a baby.
In his dreams, Harry was expelled, leaving Darren with only one brother—him.
Draco would be Darren's loyal little follower forever.
It was the happiest dream he'd had in years.
Which made it even more shocking when, at breakfast, he saw Harry and Ron still sitting at the Gryffindor table alive and well.
"Hmph! I'll definitely get them expelled next time!" Draco vowed.
His gaze drifted to Darren.
Someday, that boy would be his follower.
Darren, oblivious to all of Draco's ambitions, was staring at a large airborne package drifting through the Great Hall.
Long and wrapped.
Broom-shaped.
Draco followed his gaze—
And froze.
A broom.
A brand-new broom.
One shaped exactly like—
"Nimbus 2000…" Draco whispered, envious.
His own broom was only a Comet model—not in the same league as the Nimbus line.
"Who would send something like that to a poor Potter?" he muttered sourly.
When Darren headed over to meet Harry and Ron, Draco slunk after him like a nosy ferret.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" Ron snapped, clutching the package protectively.
But Draco had sharp eyes.
He grabbed the parcel, tore it open—and a gleaming Nimbus appeared.
"A cheap broom," Draco scoffed, jealousy burning through every word.
Then a wicked idea struck him.
"First-years aren't allowed their own brooms. You're finished, Potter—you'll be expelled for sure!"
Excellent.
His jealousy instantly faded, replaced by smug anticipation.
"Oh dear, is there trouble over here?"
Professor Flitwick arrived, blinking cheerfully.
"Professor!" Draco said quickly, "Harry Potter brought a broom to school!"
"Yes, yes, I'm aware," Flitwick replied. "Professor McGonagall has granted him special permission for… oh? Which model is it?"
"Nimbus 2000!" Harry said proudly, lifting the broom and sending Draco a smug little grin.
Draco went blank.
Absolutely blank.
Potter wasn't getting expelled?!
He could use the broom?!
Draco made a strangled sound, turned scarlet, and bolted from the hall.
Meanwhile, Professor Flitwick suddenly noticed Darren standing quietly nearby, his hand brushing the broom's handle.
The professor paused—
And his heart thudded painfully.
They had gotten a broom for Harry.
But not for Darren.
Oh no.
What if the poor child thought—
Flitwick panicked instantly.
"Ah—yes—well—I have things to attend to! Enjoy yourselves!"
He scurried away like a guilty mouse.
I should've bought Darren one too…
It's only a bit of gold… I'll buy the child a broom tomorrow!
Harry, meanwhile, was beaming.
"Darren! Look! McGonagall sent me this broom. I wouldn't have gotten it if Malfoy hadn't made a fuss!"
Darren touched the Nimbus gently.
It really was far superior to the school brooms.
He looked up hopefully.
"Brother… could I fly it for a little while?"
Harry blinked.
Then puffed out his chest.
"I'll buy you one! We can afford it!"
Yes, it stung a bit. Nimbus 2000s weren't cheap.
But Darren was good at everything—he deserved one.
Harry wasn't going to watch his brother look longingly at someone else's broom.
Darren wanted it?
Then they would buy it.
Whatever anyone else had, Darren would have too.
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