A Gathering of Our Closest Friends

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You stood in your large bedroom with your Mother, trying to resist the urge to rip her fake blonde hair out.

"Y/n I told you that dress doesn't flatter your figure" she leaned back on your bed, checking her perfectly manicured nails.

"Mother, That's every dress I have." You stomped your foot.

"What about that red one I bought you for your birthday?" You groaned and looked for it in your closet. You pulled out the tight looking strappy piece of fabric.

"Do you want everyone there to think your daughters a whore?" You held the dress at arms length.

"Oh just shut up and put it on. All the others either made you look prude or fat."

"Thank you for that wonderful constructive criticism Mother" you said sarcastically as you pulled the dress on.

Looking in the mirror it didn't actually look that bad. You mother clapped. "Wonderful, now put on some of that red lipstick and let's go."

You walked downstairs and joined your father who was wearing a nice suit that made him look like a sleazy car dealership owner.

You walked out the front door of the mansion where the car waited. "Now remember" your father started. "Dont speak to any adults unless spoken to and- 

"don't be a smart mouth right?" You finished his sentence for him. "That's right, and no eye rolling" He added sternly.

The Driver Started the car and it veered upwards into the sky. Your mother started rummaging through her bag. "Forget something?" You asked coldly.

She pulled out some of her awful perfume and started fumigating the entire car. It didn't smell bad exactly, you'd just learned to associate it with her. And everything about that woman was appalling.

Within half an hour the car swooped down onto a road and pulled up to the Manner. "Whoopie!" You deadpanned under your breath.

Unfortunately your mother heard and grabbed your shoulder tightly, her long nails digging into your bare skin. "Behave" she hissed.

You walked up the front steps and your father wrapped three times on the door with the snake shaped knocker.

Draco's Mother answered far to quickly, as though she had been waiting to greet you.

You mother stepped up with arms outstretched. "Ah Narcissa, how nice to see you." She beamed. You were almost tempted to roll your eyes as they kissed each other on each cheek.

You father stepped forward and greeted the woman aswell.

"And how are you y/n" Narcissa turned to you with a smile. "Wonderful ma'am" you beamed.

As you walked in The woman turned to you. "Draco is in the library if you wish to join him". You knew the routine by now and knew it wasn't so much a suggestion as it was an order.

She might as well have said *go off and play while the adults have some alone time*.

You smiled and walked off to the library.

Most people would have probably been dazzled by the ornate, and expensively decorated household, but you had grown up around this kind of decor, you were unimpressed by the pathetic display of power.

You slowly opened the door to the room filled with books. Peeking in you saw Draco lounging in a chair with one.

"Eh hem" you tried to sound as prissy as humanly possible. He looked up at you as you closed the door behind you.

"Unfortunately we're the first to arrive as per usual" you said bordly. He stood and took a few steps towards you. "Very unfortunate indeed"

"I thought your little note on the train was very sweet" your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm surprised you read it" he smirked.

He put both hands in the pockets of his trousers. He was wearing a sleek black suit. It was very attractive, unfortunately.

He took two more steps over to you. "I'm also surprised you haven't been disowned by your parents yet."

Your eyes darkened. "Well I work very hard to keep up my facade Malfoy." You almost whispered.

He closed the distance between you and placed a hand on you waist. "I never took you an actor y/n" he leaned down to touch your lips together.

Why were you enjoying this? Its Malfoy for crying outloud. You hated him. You knew you did. Even after the kiss in the broom closet the thought of him still repulsed you, and yet.

After a few minutes he pulled away. "There's something I still don't understand. Why haven't Crabbe, or Goyle, or Parkinson said anything about your betrayal?"

"Well the latter and I have an understanding, and that is, if she says anything...I'll kill her... And the other two are just too stupid to care"

You stepped away and sat on one of the couches. "I think the real question is why haven't you said anything"

He plunked down next to you. "I dunno, lord knows someone as bitchy as you deserves it, in fact why don't I just go and tell everyone now." He stood slowly, taunting you.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. He almost landed in your lap. "Oh you can't do that" you said calmly. "You'd ruin the party mummy probably worked on for weeks before it even started"

He smirked. "Fair enough" he leaned over to kiss you again.

You heard loud footsteps approaching and pulled away from each other.

The two of you scooted a polite distance away from each other so it looked as though the two if you were just talking. Draco leaned his head against the armrest and propped one foot up on the couch.

Luscious burst through the door. You looked up shocked and confused, he was supposed to be in azkaban. Although he hadn't technically had a trial yet. Maybe it was because he hadn't been truly convinced.

"Draco, your mother's busy. Go greet people at the door." He looked at you as if just now noticing you were sitting with his son. "Ah, miss y/l/n. How do you do."

The man was so intimidating you almost forgot to speak. "I'm wonderful Mr. Malfoy, how are you?" You squeaked.

He forced out a cold smile. " I'm doing very well thank you, while Draco's busy, why don't you come join us in the lounge." 

Again it wasn't a suggestion.

"I'd be delighted sir" you stood awkwardly.

Mr. Malfoy turned to lead you to the lounge. Draco squeezed passed you out the door and grased a hand over you ass, he didn't even look at you as he did.

You joined everyone else, sitting between your parents, Mrs. Malfoy began to inquire after your school.

"How are you finding Gryffindor then y/n?" She said calmly

You turned to her and said. "Oh I quite enjoy it" through clenched teeth, knowing damn well everyone else here would go home and talk about how glad they were that their children hadn't ended up in that house.

"And I trust all you studies are going well" she pressed further, not unkindly...but not quite kindly either.

"Yes, I thought transfiguration and arithmancy were very interesting this year in particular "

"That's wonderful dear" she said. You were glad her interrogation was finally over. *there, the worst part of the evening is over* you thought, but then your heart dropped into your stomach as one of the vilest women alive walked into the room.

Bellatrix Lestrange, the recently escaped convict was standing in the same room as you. Not fifteen feet away.





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