What Ever Helps You Sleep At Night- d.m

Chapter 2 - Family Dinner.

A/n
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After a while - which felt like seconds. I heard my name being called, echoing through the halls, all the way from downstairs. I give myself one more glance in the bathroom mirror and exit the bedroom altogether. I skipped my way down the halls, followed by the big staircase in the main hall. I got downstairs and glanced around - I had changed into a black dress, which had lace around the hem, black knee socks and my black boots. 

I hear faint voices come from the dining room, as I followed them they got louder and I could make out more of the words my parents and Malfoy's parents were sharing. Work-related, words of course. I walked over and my mother gave me an unapproving nod as her eyes travelled to my outfit. I rolled my eyes and turned away, I decided to dander about - at least until the food was ready. I strolled down the hallway, my eyes travelling the walls, the paintings of old relatives and things that didn't make sense. For example, who needed a painting of tea? I personally never understand the admiration my mother had for paintings; just like how she couldn't understand my admiration of books. At least my mother and I shared our love for art, even if it were different types completely, as for my father. We shared nothing. Well, maybe a short temper.

I came to a halt at the end of the hallway, the door to my old study stood in-front in front of me. I twisted the old, brass door handle and entered the threshold - now would be a great time to write to Oleg and Alexi.

When I entered, it looked the same as I had left it, except for the extra layer of dust, it was the same. I closed the door behind me and glided over to the desk chair, taking a seat. I smiled to myself, I opened the top drawer of the desk to find an old tin box. I pulled it out and opened it to find my chocolate frog card collection - I first bought them for the chocolate, 'cause I love chocolate with all my whole heart. I spent my days collecting these every chance I got, I had multiple cards of loads of different people and still have never managed to get Grindelwald. I sigh deeply and slip them back away into their tin, along with the memories of my childhood.

I picked out a piece of parchment, along with a muggle pen, that I found on a day out to London - my father would be outraged to find this in my possession. I didn't even know what I'd write to Oleg - I miss you, my parents make me wanna gouge my eyes out. I rolled my eyes at myself, and how dramatic I was, they weren't that bad. They feed me and give me a roof to sleep under. I should be grateful, even if it isn't the loving parents I'd ideally like to have, at least I have them. I thought to myself and began jotting down the words of my letter.

The study door creaked open as I wrote, I glanced up to see the blonde, closing the door behind himself. "Just come in. Why don't you?" I rolled my eyes as he walked over to me - his hands deep in the pockets of the pants of his black suit. He took a seat beside me and relaxed into it.

"Isn't it a bit dusty in here? I thought you could afford a cleaner." he turned his nose up as his eyes inspected the room. I internally scoffed at his snobbiest. I turned to him with a fake smile and clenched fists.

"Can I help you?" I spoke through my teeth, and he looked me up and down.

"Yes. I needed to get away from our parents. They can be insufferable." He leaned forward in his chair and inspected what I was writing, "Writing to your lover?" He smirked, and I rolled my eyes once more.

"Hey, at least we know that your insufferableness comes from somewhere." I smiled sarcastically, "But where do you get your nosiness?" I tilted my head, as I spoke to him, giving a dramatic pout. He scoffed and sat back again.

"Glad to know you're still a sarcastic bitch." He sneered and crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

I laughed in disbelief, "I'll take that as a compliment." I continued to write my letter to Oleg, letting the awkward silence between Malfoy and me sit. After a few moments, he spoke up.