Her Eyes || Draco Malfoy

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I was nervous to say the least as I held Destiny's hand tighter in mine and I knocked on the door infront of me and waited for someone to answer it.

A few moments later the doorknob turned and the door creaked open slowly; revealing a man who was about just as tall as Lucius Malfoy.

But I wasn't sure.

I reconized him, from family photos and from the few members I had of him.

I was hesitant to saying anything because I had no idea what it was I wanted to say in that moment. Luckily he knew what to say.

"Iris Aster Fay" he started as he stepped aside letting Destiny and I come inside, I haven't been here since the night my mother was killed "you've grown up so much"

I slowly turned around to look at him.

His eyes were the same shade of Ocean blue as mine were, his hair jet black just like my aunts as it was long enough to cover his ears when not slicked back into a ponytail.

I recognized the man infront of me to be my father who I hadn't seen since he was arrested.

"You look so much like your mother" he told me, keeping his distance when he realized my current state.

I glanced at the wall, looking at a picture of my mother, father and I that hung on the wall.

Unlike my father she had blonde hair, hazel eyes and naturally flushed cheeks; I realized now as I looked at my reflection that he was correct, I was infact a splitting image of my mother.

I ran my fingers across the picture before looking over at him "I don't know what to say" I told him honestly and he gave me a sad smile "I haven't been here in 7 years" I continued as I looked down the hallway.

I slowly looked over, seeing Destiny looking at me sadly before I finally walked over to my father and looking at him in the eyes "why did you plead guilty to something you didn't do" I asked wanting to know the truth behind why he did this.

"I plead guilty to the crimes your aunt and a few other death eaters commited to keep you and your mother safe" I saw tears form in his eyes as he looked at me, I could see the pain he felt  as he looked at me "It didn't work very well obviously" he concluded and I felt like crying.

It was not easy standing in the same room as him after so many years thats for sure; infact it was awkward as hell.

The house still looked like how it did, I don't know why I thought it would look different, no one had inhabited it for 7 years.

Without a second thought, I turned around and walked down the long, dimly lit corridor before coming to a hault infront of a pale green door.

I placed my hand onto the gold door handle before turning it and entering the room.

It was a sight for sore eyes, the room my 7 year old self had inhabited and decorated. The walls were all sort of different colors, the bright purple bedding was nicely made and the book shelf's still held the books my mother used to read me.

It was about the same size as Draco's room at his manor.

My eyes wandered to the ground, seeing that still it was as messy as I left it that night and still, somehow the photo of my mother and I still stayed intact on the bedside table.

I walked in, slowly sitting down on the full bed and grabbed the picture.

I would be moving back in this summer so would Destiny since her mother was sent to azkaban the minute my father was released.

I looked down at the bedding and scrunched up my nose "who let me decorate my room" I mumbled to myself as my eyes wandered to my closet.

There was no door, instead it was wide open with racks of bright colored dresses and shirts, most of the dresses being all different shades of green.

Most of the hangers were empty though, presumably from that night, my sudden leave.

I knew that Draco would have to wait to come over till my room was completely redone.

He teased me enough as it was.

Apart of me was greatful that I chose not to stay the night at my childhood home, I couldn't last a night in this room as it gave me a headache.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep in this room till it was redone and when it was, I couldn't sleep in it alone for the first couple nights.

It just wasn't going to happen so easily just like how my father and I talking normally would take a while.

There was so much I wanted to say, ask and tell him but I didn't know where to start, how to start and I hoped he knew that.