Eclipse ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Eighteen

a u r o r a f o r s y t h e

We arrived at the Malfoy Manor just in time for dinner. Draco was excited to see her mother while here I am; shaking due to so much nervousness.

The place was peaceful. The ceilings are high. The manor was made with strong concrete and huge glass windows that gave a view of the starry skies, a chance to relax and take in the changing of the weather from the comfort of the elegant fixtures.

The manor stood here as the surrounding nature embrace it, that the trees and tall bushes grew freely within it as much around it; with different mighty trees planted outside, probably centuries old.

This manor was my home's home for a decade, and a small world unto himself. And this manor is the amount of space he needed because it's all the space he has to exist as the real version of himself.

Everything they have here is perfect, except for one thing and I hate to remind myself that Draco's father was a Death Eater; that behind this huge mansion is its owner who is working with the Dark Lord.

I feel anxious right now. I don't know if his mother would be glad to see me or not. Well, let's hope for the best. He carried my bag as we enter the gigantic doors.

"Uhm, Draco..." I whispered with my voice sounding a bit quivery and odd than usual.

He held my hand as he flashes a bright smile and resumed walking.

"I'll introduce you to mum." he pronounced as he glances at me, "Don't worry, she won't bite." he joked.

"There you are, my dear." said a lady as she greets, "Is she your-"

Before the lady finished constructing her question, Draco nodded in response.

"My girlfriend, mum." he introduced, making me smile awkwardly out of nervousness.

"Nice to meet you-" she snapped, pulling her hand for a handshake.

"Forsythe, Ma'am, Aurora Forsythe." I tensely replied while accepting her handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Aurora." she announced as she's still holding my hand, walking, "You're beautiful, my dear. No wonder why my son loves you." she complimented making me blush.

"Of course I love her, mum." Draco barged in as he sits on the huge, white, egg chair. "Take a seat, lovely."

"Christmas dinner would be prepared shortly." Narcissa uttered excitedly. "Why don't you two change first?" she suggested.

We went to Draco's room and fixed our luggages. From his room, I can smell the delectable nourishments his mother has prepared.

Draco's room was so spacious and huge and wonderful; given that he is the only son of his parents. His bed is enormous and is covered with dark gray sheets.

I dressed myself with black satin night dress and wrapped myself with white robe.

"Uh- Draco, where am I going to sleep?" I asked as I sit on top of his neat bed, swinging my feet.

"Beside me of course." he replied shortly as he stalks out of the shower, water slowly dripping from his hair, towel hanging around his hips.

"Are we really going to sleep together tonight?" I asked nervously, "Can I have a separate room instead?"

"You don't want me to cuddle you to sleep, do you?" he replied stiffly that made his emotions drop as he dry his hair with his towel.

"It's not it, love." I answered as I stand, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise."