I'm a Malfoy?!

Chapter 7

Red velvet sheets were all I could see when I woke up. The silk was soft on my skin, and the bed felt more comfortable than ever. I often hated having to leave the comfort of my bed, but there was a view from my balcony that I never dared miss.

On my third day at Malfoy Manor I discovered that if I woke up at 4:30 I could see the white peacocks wake up. They would fan their feathers as the moon began it's descent behind the horizon. The light would hit their feathers in just a way as to make it seem as if they were made from liquid silver.

I pulled the Gryffindor colored blankets to one side of my bed and reached my feet to the floor. The bed was a ridiculous height from the floor, and it caused me to hop everytime I wanted to lay down.

The curtains across my balcony were a bright red contrast against the rest of the curtains in the rest of the house. But they seemed just as elegant to me. I rested my arms across the stone railing and looked below as the first peacocks awoke.

Their feathers shook from their places upon the ground. Each feather looked like a star from the sky- shining beautifully in the fading moon light.

This was the sight I promised myself to never miss for as long as I lived in Malfoy Manor. I looked over to my left, at Malfoy's balcony, and saw him standing there as well. It appears as though not even he could ruin a sight as beautiful as this. He looked over at me when I noticed him and gave me a slight smile. Although it looked more like a grimace due to his lack of practice smiling.

Malfoy and I looked over the peacocks until the sun rose. We retreated to our rooms without another glance toward each other.

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Breakfasts had been more tolerable since I had talked to Malfoy. We tried not to interact much with each other, and we finally got the chance to truly avoid each other when Narcissa and Lucius leave the house.

Our avoidance came to an end when Narcissa decided that I needed some lessons on how to be a Slytherin. So now I was making my way toward the main sitting room to talk with the Malfoys.

This'll go well.

My shoes made a soft tapping noise as I entered the sitting room. Lucius and Narcissa sat on a sofa to my left while Draco sat on more comfortable chair. The chair was many shades of green flower embroidery with dark wood for the frame. A table made of the same wood sat in-between him and another chair to match his. I assumed that was my spot so I made my way over.

"How much do you really know about Slytherin, dear? "

Narcissa's voice always seemed so calm and majestic. That's probably why she did most of the talking.

"Not much. Only that Gryffindor's are supposed to avoid them. And that they hate everybody who isn't a Pure-blood. "

My back had been turned as the question was asked, but now I sat facing the Malfoys. The distain on their faces was apparent at my description of the Slytherin house.

"Slytherin is much more than that; it just so happens that you were born in a generation that has lost sight of the wonderful house we used to be. Slytherin is meant to be cunning- did you know we used to be the prankster house? "

Narcissa gave a smile at the shocked look I'm sure shown across my face. "We were all about pranks and sports before the Marauders became the Hogwarts pranksters. "

"How come no one tells us about the fun stuff you guys did?"

"Well, Ginny, they like to chalk it up to bullying. Which is why so many of your peers tend to do that; it's just how they were raised. "

My mouth had contorted into a frown as I thought of all the years of torment at Hogwarts. Most of it had been from Slytherins, but none of them had ever seemed truly upset when she would give a remark back. In fact, they seemed almost proud. I suppose I had been unsure of what the looks were until now. Perhaps they did manage to show their old ways.

"What else did Slytherin do?"

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The older Malfoys had left about an hour ago, leaving Draco and I to talk. He decided to talk about more up to date things within Slytherin. About who was popular, who wasn't a Pure-blood (surprise, there are Muggle-borns in Slytherin), and Quidditch practice.

During our conversation we had both turned our chairs so that we were facing each other with the table between us. Birdie had come and given us some tea to sip on while we talked, and both of us had ended up interrupting the other while trying to thank her.

She seemed to think our jumble of words was of very high honor and Apparated away. Our conversation had dragged on so long that Birdie had been by to give us refills twice. Each time she left with a giggle.

Malfoy wasn't that bad of a conversationalist, in fact, he was quite entertaining. He told me about all of the mishaps from quidditch practices, sometimes he would frown disappointingly, but others he would almost smile. Quidditch seemed to be something that made him genuinely happy.

Birdie came by to give us yet another tea refill as Malfoy told me a story about his trio of friends.

"Blaise had used the spell even after Pansy said she had no idea what it did. I have a suspicion that she did, she was just one for a prank. She usually doesn't care what people do and I feel as if that should have tipped us off. When Blaise's broom caught in fire in the middle of the dormitory, I was the one who had to put it out. However, it charred a bit of my hair and the hair regrowth potion wouldn't work. That's why I had that God-awful hairstyle all year. "

"No way! I knew it looked bad because all of Gryffindor was joking about it for weeks!"

"Remind me to never slick back my hair- or try spells from Pansy!"

Other than when he was talking about Quidditch, talking about his friends got him the closest to smiling. I thought a smile suited him, but I knew he would stop if I said so.

We were both still letting out chuckles while drinking the tea Birdie had left for us moments ago. I thought of a story after Malfoy said something about spells.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Luna came up with a spell to ward off Nargles? Okay, so.......

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Why does writing take so long?