The White Sparrow {Draco & Lucius x Reader}

chapter eight - calm

Just like that, you had suddenly arrived at Malfoy Manor.

The massive mansion was framed by the dark rolling clouds, still heavy with rain. There were vines creeping up the sides of the worn exterior, and the once beautiful bushes lining the entrance were unkept and overgrown. The home had lost its beauty from the disastrous overtaking of the lord and his army, but it still had its charm.

Draco started making his way to the front doors of his home and you followed behind him quietly, so relieved to be able to eat and sit down soon. Once inside, you marveled at just how spacious the home was. It was truly stunning, with the stone cascading staircase to the left and a quaint library stacked with many old books on the other side of the entryway. The crystal chandeliers still hung high, being the focus point of each room.

But unfortunately, it seemed there had been many unwelcome guests in the home as the Malfoy's belongings were strewn across the rooms, most still in disarray.

"The kitchen is over here if you would like to eat something," Draco said curtly, and you were more than ready to take him up on that offer.

Draco's sudden kindness was a true mystery to you. None of it made sense, and he didn't care to elaborate on anything either. But given the terrifying death and war you were just faced with; you were grateful for his hospitality, nonetheless.

Before you could walk a few feet to the kitchen, footsteps boomed down the ivory staircase, heeled boots clacking all the way down.

You froze, the breath hitching in your throat as you realized who it would be. Everything you had heard about Lucius from other students made you quite scared of the man, as well as the fact that he had been in Azkaban.

Absolutely terrified, your heart began to beat out of your chest.

"Go, go!" Draco yelled in a hushed whisper as he motioned for you to hide in the dining room.

You slid into the room before Lucius made it to the kitchen.

"Draco, I wasn't expecting you to return home so soon," he said with a certain inquisitive tone.

"Yes, well I would rather not be stuck in Scotland anymore," Draco replied with a sense of distaste in his response as to where Hogwarts was located.

"Right. Where is your mother?"

"She..." Draco dragged on, reluctant to reveal where his mother went.

"Spit it out boy!" Lucius yelled.

"She left with Antonin. I-I'm sorry," Draco admitted, with his head hung low.

His father sighed with disgust, fixing his suit and running his hand over his now combed, long blonde hair. He muttered some profanities under his breath but not loud enough where you could actually hear.

"Very well then. The new house elf should start working on all of... this soon," he said, motioning to the messes around the room.

As Lucius kept talking, you were staring at him a little too hard. You were surprised at how well he'd managed to clean up. From the tailored suit to the slicked back hair, he looked much better than when you had seen him back at Hogwarts. It seemed that he was ready to jump right back into his prior life and forget the time he spent in Azkaban.

With or without his wife.

Draco murmured something to his father you couldn't quite make out, before Lucius turned and went back up the stairs.

"You can come out now," Draco whispered.

Coming back into the kitchen, Draco had already begun to take out some food from his fridge.