Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 6

Jenavieve woke up to the bright light of the day shining through the blinds and hitting her face as she turned over to lay comfortably on the other side. Instead, she hits her arm seemingly on another lump of body. In confusion, she slowly begins opening her eyes, blinking them repeatedly, in an attempt to process the sight before her. Suddenly, she becomes aware of her surroundings and sits up abruptly. She was lying next to Draco Malfoy, in his bed. She knows she hadn't done anything conspicuous, however, it did take a moment for her brain to process why she was there and such. In relief, she sat up on the bed, admiring the room around her. She looked down to her side of the sleeping Draco before her. She batted her eyes as she contently viewed the boy peacefully asleep, blonde hair tossed over his eyes and messily sprawled on the back of his head as he slept comfortably. Suddenly the boy begins to stir in his sleep, and she becomes aware of his waking stance. Staring at him wondrously, Draco fluttered his eyes open, wonderfully rested.

"Enjoying the view?" Draco commented slyly, smiling, in his deep, raspy morning voice, as he stretched his body long and turned over to look at the time, clearly in a happy mood to get quite a nice amount of sleep after an endless amount of sleepless nights. As he stretched, the blanket, unable to completely cover him, revealed the bare skin of his back. I don't remember him taking off his shirt, Jenavieve wondered alarmingly to herself.

"Mmm, how cocky of you." Jenavieve retorted back.

"I was just thinking about what you said last night," she continued on.

"Mmm?" Draco hummed as he pulled the covers back over his torso, wanting to stay in bed a tad longer.

"You know, how you said you knew friends at Ilvermorny which happened to be a fantastic wizarding school." Jenavieve commented calmly, providing slight emphasis on the world "wizarding." At the statement, Draco's eyes snapped open. He turned over to face Jenavieve and sat up.

"Oh lord, I must obliviate you," Draco stated hoarsely, looking for his wand all over his room, completely forgetting he had left it in his coat pocket as he frantically looked about his room.

"You are not about to put a spell on me, especially that goes by the name of obliviate" Jenavieve countered back sternly. Draco looked up and made strict eye contact with Jenavieve. She gulped silently, slightly in fear of his menacing gaze. Draco swiftly ushered his way back to the bed towards her and grabbed her neck quickly, forcing her against the top of his bed frame. His cold silver rings pinched at the skin of her neck. Gazing deeply into her delicate eyes, he whispered hoarsely, "you do not talk back to me like that, Jennie. I dare you to do that again," squeezing her neck tighter as he growled the words "dare you" then completely releasing her altogether. Jenavieve huffed and crossed her arms together in annoyance at how that made her gut become excited by his mere actions and how she had to suppress those feelings. She furrowed her brows and closely examined Draco gliding back and forth across his room looking for his wand. Suddenly, he halted and stood up abruptly as if something inside him snapped. He turned his gaze to Jenavieve's. He admired her cunning gaze and behavior, her willingness to stand up for herself, and not to mention the beauty she pursues. He realized that it would be much more difficult to go through the process of befriending a stranger muggle once more, not to mention one that brings the excitement that Jenavieve has brought into his life. With that, he stopped searching and headed towards the kitchen. Jenavieve frowned in surprise, she decided to climb out of bed and follow him, curiosity coursing through her as he abruptly leaves the room. She stops when she sees him in the kitchen and sits on the couch gazing outside one of the large windows of his studio apartment. It had begun to rain once again and she admired the water racing each other to the puddled street ground as it created a harmonic rhythm she admired to listen to. Draco peers out of the kitchen with two cups of warm tea in hand, handing one of them to Jenavieve, which she gladly takes and sips before thanking him.

"Would you like to learn more about the Wizarding World?" Draco asks after a few moments of tea-sipping pass by.

"Oh, of course," Jenavieve states, clearly amused over the idea of wizards and witchery.

"Well, let's start here, muggles are humans without the gift of magic, and wizards and witches are those who are born with it..." Draco continues on a long informative speech, as Jenavieve realizes he is serious and begins to listen attentively to his rant. Draco covers the schooling, basic form of spells, and magic in general then leads on to explain muggle-borns. Half-bloods, and purebloods. Continuing with the idea of lord Voldemort, death eaters, the Battle of Hogwarts, and why he escaped the Wizarding World to be in the Muggle World. Jenavieve is slightly taken aback by all of this and sits quietly for a few minutes to process everything that she has been informed of. The two of them sit quietly on the couch drinking tea.

"So, you found it difficult to befriend anyone as you portrayed a cold mask ever since you were younger?" Jenavieve asks in curiosity, only the beginning of her many questions. Draco only nods, paying more attention to his delicious tea.

"And, it only made it worse underneath your father, in fear of failure and living up to the title of the Malfoys?"

Draco nods.

"After the Battle of Hogwarts, why are you here anyways then, why have you chosen to escape?"

"I don't belong in the Wizarding World as a former death eater. I no longer want to be part of that life. I never hated muggles, I had no choice." Draco growled at the last part of his answer.

"A pureblood..." Jenavieve remarks to herself.

"AND I'M JUST A MUGGLE?" She exclaims at the silly word describing herself.

"Indeed you are," Draco answers calmly. As the two sit on the couch calmly sipping their teas enjoyably, Jenavieve sets her cup down on the coffee table as she finishes her last sip.

"You know, Draco, I'm your friend if you ever need anything," she looks up, filling her words with warmth as her soft voice perks up the ears of the young boy. Draco glances upward, meeting her gaze as he sets down his cup. His eyes grew warm in affection but quickly turned cold and hard.
"I appreciate it, but I rather you not," Draco glazed coldly with his monotonous tone. Jenavieve peered at him curiously by his sudden dark mask suffocating the boy once more. She knew there was something conflicting with the boy. This only drove her more, bound to find out about him, even if it takes to read him page by page. Draco grabbed his cup and hers and stalked into the kitchen once more. Jenavieve relaxed against the couch looking up at the ceiling. When he returned, Jenavieve noticed a slight change in color on his left forearm. She asked him cautiously, "Draco, what's that scar on your forearm?" Draco's stance tensed, as he revealed his forearm where the dark mark had previously been, it was fading into a scar now that the Dark Lord was no more.

"It's the dark mark," he explained, "all the death eaters received this mark as a sign of pledging to their lord. However now, he is no more, so the mark is fading."

"Oh, I see," Jenavieve lightly commented. She felt bad for the young boy. He simply had no choice and from the way he seems to explain the Wizarding World, he was forced into the ideals of the Dark Lord by his pureblood family. She saw how he desired affection and companionship. Escaping the Wizarding World in search of starting over and struggling along the way of coming out of his cold shell. She pledged to herself then, to help the boy find who he is.