Song for the chapter: Rewrite the Stars-- James Arthur and Anne Marie
"Bianca, wake up you lazy twat," Draco hisses as he shakes the girl's sleeping body. Bianca's eyes flutter open to the sight of her pale cousin, practically glowing in the darkness of the room. "About bloody time. Dad says we're leaving for the world cup in two hours, so be ready."
"I'll be ready don't worry," she mumbles rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She glances at the clock on the wall and it reads noon. "Bloody hell, it's already noon?"
"Yeah sleeping beauty," Draco teases then turns to leave. He's almost out the door before he turns back to add, "Oh and dad said to be on your best behavior, we're sitting in the Minister's box."
'Oh perfect!' Bianca thinks. Going out with her cousin and his family always felt like a chore. When she's with them, they must present the perfect family image. Even though Lucius and Narcissa are known ex-Death Eater's, they are still so concerned about family image. They want to appear as a put-together, pure-blood, powerful family. It almost physically pains Bianca to have to pretend to agree with their social views. She doesn't like bringing attention to herself though. It's hard enough to keep a low profile when she is the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the most infamous dark witches. So, she tends to keep quiet in public.
Bianca pulls herself out of her thoughts and decides to focus on getting ready for the World Cup. She climbs out of bed and crosses the room to the private bathroom. One of the only perks of the Malfoy family is they're loaded. Every room in the house is a master bedroom with its own private bathroom. The house itself is rather depressing on the inside. All of the walls are stone and the Malfoys don't add any color to bring life to the house. Just a few antique paintings and expensive sculptures to showcase their money.
Bianca's room is what they consider the eyesore of the house. The walls are filled with her paintings of various landscapes and music artists that she listens to. Most of them are muggle artists which are even more despairing to the Malfoy's. In the corner of her room, is a massive bookshelf filled with art supplies, books, and vinyl records. On the wall opposite the door, various plants are sitting on my windowsill, and a few hanging from the ceiling. The bedding is a rustic orange color with several decorative pillows and Bianca recently began painting an accent wall with various shades of orange just to add some color to the room. Lucius and Narcissa don't know about that one quite yet.
Bianca smiles to herself as she pulls her long, curly black hair into a bun. She looks into the mirror above the bathroom sink. Usually, Bianca uses a straightening spell on her hair to try to get rid of any resemblance to her mother. However, she's not allowed to use magic outside of school. The resemblance nearly stops at the hair anyway, her skin is tan compared to the rest of the family, who is stuck with pale, sickly-looking skin. She shares the same dark eyes, her face was much fuller though, it lacked the sunken-in look many of her relatives possess.
It takes Bianca about an hour to shower and get ready. She's just finishing up putting on mascara, which is about all the skill she has with makeup when she hears a knock on her door. "Who is it?" she calls.
"Draco," her cousin responds through the door. She tells him he can come in and he goes to sit on her bed.
Bianca and Draco's relationship can best be described as interesting. They understand each other more than anyone in the world because they grew up together. Bianca sees the pressure the Malfoy's put on Draco. She experiences more of the same thing, but she is more rebellious than her cousin. He is too focused on getting approval from his parents. It's why he's such a prick at school; a classic case of the bullied becoming the bully. Typically when they're at school they try not to interact because it can be confusing. Especially since Bianca gets along well with the Weasley twins and their family. Meanwhile, Draco despises Ron and Ron's friends.

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