Snatched; Draco Malfoy

twenty three

I gasped. Loudly. It was magnificent.

The lawn was perfectly mown and there were grand staircases leading up to a large stone balcony. The house, more like a castle really, was painted cream which had faded over the years.

"Blaise. It's amazing. It's like a fairytale. My childhood self would envy me right now." I babbled.

Blaise grinned to himself. "It's quite something isn't it. Though when you're an only child and your mother has had 6 other husbands, it's not as fun."

I looked at with with sympathy. "I'm sorry. It must have been hard. You're childhood i mean."

"Yeah it wasn't ideal. But, still. I always liked an adventure so I found passages and secrets in every corner of the house. They were my safe spaces. So it wasn't all bad. We were more than financially stable, I had food on my plate every night. I consider myself lucky."

I smiled and him, my heart fluttering. He was the sweetest.

"Well. Let's see if mum is still actually here. Wouldn't it be funny if some rando answered the door." Blaise grinned.

We walked towards the house, my heart hammering in my chest. I was nervous, yes. But exited to see what lye on the walls of the beautiful mansion.

The front door was made of a peculiar glass that we couldn't see into. I gave Blaise a reassuring look and then he knocked three times on the door.

No answer.

He knocked again.

Still no answer.

"There's no cars out front. Maybe no ones in?" I suggested.

Blaise shook his head. "Mother wouldn't be caught dead in a car. She apparates everywhere she goes."

We were about to give up hope when we heard a lock click from inside the house. Then another click. Then another.

A beautiful, light skinned women answered the door. She had a poofy, white satin robe on- the kind rich people wear in television programs. Her eye makeup was heavily done up and her lips were pink and full. She was unmistakably Blaise's mother. They had the same jaw shape and the same turned out nose.

Her eyes darted from me and then to her son. Her plump lips moved into a thin line as she studied me carefully. In the blink of an eye, her face split into a smile.

"Blaise! You're home. Gosh, I haven't seen you in years." She gushed.

"And for good reasons." Blaise grumbled. "I'm only here because we need a place to stay. The house is big enough so that we don't have to see each other. Is that clear?"

"You can't tell me what to do! I raised you." She sneered.

Blaise scoffed. "If you count shagging men and getting our maid to take care of me then yes, you raised me perfectly."

They stared at each other for a few long moments until Blaise's mother curved her lips into a thin smile.

"Fine. You can stay." She gave me a look of pity, "and who's this sorry sort."

Blaise balled his fists up and walked closer to his mother. "Don't you dare talk to her like that. You treat her as you would me."

I felt gratitude to Blaise. He was defending me and it felt wonderful.

"Pathetic choice, Blaise. I bet she's not even a pure blood. But, if you insist. She can stay too." She said.

She looked at me intently, as though starting into my soul. It wasn't a nice feeling. 'What's her name?' I thought to myself, "I bet it's something grand. Just like her house.'