The Tribrid Slytherin (Draco Malfoy)

Padfoot and Sparrow

The creaking of a shop sign swaying back and forth on its hinge echoes through the soundless street. Remnants of rainwater run along the edge of the sidewalk and slick stone road before falling into a sewer drain. Street Lamps illuminate the dim neighborhood as the crescent moon is revealed from behind the clouds.

I pull my cloak tighter around my frigid torso. My eyes travel from windowpane to windowpane as I try to distract myself from the cold.

In front of me, her heels clicked against the concrete.

"Mum?" I shivered.

"Yes dear?" she turned her head in recognition before continuing forward.

"Where exactly--are we headed?" I hugged my cardigan, rubbing my upper arms. "My feet ache and I think if my teeth continue to chatter--they might break off." I breathed.

"Oh quit your whining darling," she huffed. Halting, she crossed her arms and smirked, "We're here!" she smiled, staring determinedly up at a large block of flats.

I pause for a second and scratch my temple, "And where exactly is--here?" I folded my arms across my chest.

She stays silent for a moment, before becoming impatient, "It should've opened by now..." she arched an eyebrow.

"Sometimes Mum...sometimes," I mumble.

"Ah! Finally." she beams as the building shifts and reforms, morphing into another doorway between multiple flats.

Mother sighs, spinning on her stilettos and grabbing my shoulders with her hands. "Welcome, to Grimmauld Place."

She grabs my hand and pulls me forward through the door as I reluctantly follow in astonishment. She lets go of my hand once we make it inside of the enchanted building.

The room we enter is a long, narrow hallway. Portraits of young men and women hang on either wall. My mother greets them politely as we pass.

"Come dear, they must be in the dining room." she motioned her hand in the direction of a wooden door. I followed although suspicion bubbled through my veins. "You better not be locking me away in yet another dark manor with another arsehole while you go parading off with Narcissa." I groaned.

"Please Purity... don't act like you aren't grateful." she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I paused, "Wait." I put my hands on my hips. "Did you set us up?!" I seethed. She giggled, plucking a piece of lint off of her luxurious black robes. "Oh, Cissy and I had planned that little getaway for months! Of course, I knew you would handle yourself just fine by your lonesome at the manor, but we thought we'd throw you in the same house for a couple of months and see what happens." she giggled.

"Mother!" I scoffed. "I can't believe you two."

"Quit your whining darling. Who ended up with a boyfriend?" she smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"We know our children well enough to know that by August you'd either be together," she reached for the door handle. "Or you'd murder each other from bickering so much." she grinned as she turned the door handle.

As a protest barely escaped my lips, light beamed through the large opening. Voices rang in my ears along with the crackling of a magical fire radiating calming heat.

"Molly!" mother swept into the room and embraced the startled redhead. "Oh Tabitha dear, it's so wonderful to see you," she hugged her back. "I'm so glad the two of you could make it." Grinning, she waddled in my direction and hugged me.

"It's wonderful to see you as well Mrs. Weasley."

Another door from the far left-hand side of the dining room creaks slightly as a tall figure leans against the frame. He sips wine out of his goblet and quirks an eyebrow.