We step up to the wrought iron gate and I stare up at the M with wide eyes.
His parents aren't here, supposedly.
It feels so very odd to walk down the cobblestone path, look out at the green hedges, the gigantic towering mansion, and know that Draco spent his entire childhood here.
He's holding my hand, and I think his mood darkens when we walk up the marble steps to the front door.
Draco wanted me to see it. Because he doesn't plan to ever return.
"It's. . ." I trail off once he's guided me through the door and into the foyer.
"Cold? Terrifying? A wretched place to grow up in?" he asks, smirking at me.
"It. . . suits you," I say. He gives me a slight scowl. "That's a compliment," I say with a chuckle.
It's fucking beautiful in here.
It's all big, ornate windows, tall ceilings and dark painted walls. There's a giant stone fireplace, a long black table. Narcissa's theme is gothic, and it's a beautiful darkness, the decor exquisite and clean and tasteful. The dark mixes in with the light streaming through the window and it's just so. . . Draco.
"Homenum Revelio," Draco whispers. He lowers his wand and turns to me. "Just us and the house elf, I suppose."
"But it would have been so fun to see your parents' faces," I say teasingly.
Draco grabs my hand and leads me to a staircase, smiling lightly at me as I gaze around the immense sitting room.
We go up a flight of stairs and cross through a long corridor, shoes clicking on the dark wood flooring. There's many doors here, but we pass them all without stopping. There's paintings on the walls, of other platinum blonde adults, some moving and some not. Draco doesn't give me much time to look around, because he's soon stopping in front of a door and opening it.
He lets me walk in first and I immediately let out an airy little laugh.
It's his bedroom.
It's bigger than some houses, I think.
The walls are painted a light grey, there's a dark wood, king sized, postered bed in the middle of the left wall with a black comforter and neatly aligned throw pillows. There's a little table and a grey upholstered chair in the corner, a bookshelf covering the entire back wall. The bookshelf is filled completely with books and various little knick nacks, such as his Inquisitorial Squad badge, a picture of him and his parents, and a skiny golden Snitch, all without a spec of dust.
It's decorated pristinely with dark swooping curtains at the window, a decorative silver mirror on the wall, chrystal vases and black candles on the dresser, and there's even a stylish bowl on the table filled with shiny green apples.
He's watching me revolve around his bedroom, leaning against the wall, and I turn to him and laugh breathlessly.
"You look good in here," Draco says, quirking a suggestive eyebrow.
I chuckle, then walk towards his bed. I'm sitting on the edge of it when he follows, slowly sitting down next to me.
"I'm in this picture," I say with a smirk, lifting up a black picture frame that's sitting on his nightstand.
It's the six of us, taken last year, all wearing our disheveled Hogwarts uniforms and walking through the courtyard. Blaise and Theo have their arms around Draco's shoulders and the moving picture shows them laughing, Theo messing with Draco, who's giving a light smile. Onyx has her arm thrown around Theo's neck from the side and both she and Pansy have their arms around my waist. All three of us girls are beaming at the camera, these bright smiles of glee. I'm showing a lot of teeth in my smile and my eyes are crinkled from the sunlight.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Hayran Kurgu"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
