The silver trio

Peace

The sun peaks through the curtains of my room in the Malfoy manor.
"MORNING", Blaise shouts through the walls.
He has gotten into a habit of talking to me through the walls as he realized I can hear almost everything.
"ughhh", I groan before burying my head in my pillow.
There's a gentle knock at the door.
"GO AWAY!", I scream.
"It's me", Draco's voice appears.
"Oh sorry", I murmur.
I quickly fix my hair and adjust my sheets so that I'm covered completely.
The thought of Draco Malfoy seeing me in my pjs is absolutely humiliating.
I'm not sure why to be honest, we've been friends for years now and if it was Blaise I wouldn't mind but I feel as though I have to be careful around Draco. I don't want him to think I'm ugly? Oh god is that what this is. No, I'm just not as close to Draco as I am to Blaise. Never mind that's the most stupid thing I've ever said.
"Um... can I come in now?", he says and I realize I've kept him waiting for quite a long time.
"Yes come in", I shout.

Draco emerges Into the room carrying a tray full of food.
"Hungry?", he asks.
I smile at him. "What's this for?", I ask.
"For you to eat hopefully?", he laughs.
I roll my eyes. "Thank you", I say.
I ignore the flip in my stomach as he sits on the bed and places the tray beside me.
"No problem. Blaise went back to sleep", he says.
"NO I DIDNT!", Blaise shouts through the wall.
"Did you hear something?", he asks.
"No I don't think so", I respond as I take a bite of toast.

Later that day we decided to take a walk. "Hurry up", Blaise says impatiently.
"No", I say as I purposely put my shoes on slower to annoy him.
He rolls his eyes.
"I think we should go now", Draco says.
"You're both so impatient.", I start, "Look I'm ready now", I say as I slip on my final shoe.
"Amazing! Can we go now", Blaise says sarcastically.
"Come on".

We walk until we reach the flower field near the manor. The flowers are silvery white and cold to the touch but enchanting nevertheless.
"It looks like your hair Draco", Blaise teases as he plucks one of the flowers from the field.
"Shove off", Draco says.
I watch Draco's hair blow in the wind and it startlingly reminds me of the flowers, which are beginning to sway. I laugh to myself.

"What's it like at the burrow?", Draco asks suddenly.
"What?", I say taken aback.
"What's it like. I mean, his family", he pauses to look at me.
I think for a moment, about Mrs and Mr Weasley and the way they welcomed me into their home, I think about the way Fred and George adopted me as their little sister the moment I stepped into the house.
"Loving", I say.
"And kind. Mrs Weasley is the sweetest woman I've ever met", I smile at the thought.
"Ron is lucky", Draco says.
"What do you mean?", Blaise asks curiously.
"Id kill to have a family like that", he says looking downwards.
I take both of the boys hands in mind and squeeze them tight, "You already do".
Draco smiles and Blaise grins. They both knew exactly what I meant.

Soon, its dinner time and Lucius insists on eating with us. It's incredibly awkward and Lucius asks many questions that have right and wrong answers. I'm not sure yet what happens if you answer wrongly but i don't think I want to find out. Today, Narcissa sits with us. Usually she doesn't eat dinner with us or as a matter of fact at all. The most I've seen her eat at once was a pumpkin pie and some butterbeer to wash it down. Recently she's looked paler then ever, if possible.
"How's the food?", Lucius asks.
"It's lovely", I respond.
"Yes it's great", Blaise begins with his mouth full of chicken.
"Did you make it yourself Narcissa?", he asks.
She looks at him as if she has seen a ghost, "myself? No I did not. The house elves make everything", she begins to laugh in a high pitched tone.
"Did I make it myself? You are funny Blaise", she sips her drink.
Lucius glares at Narcissa as if to say "stop making a scene".
"How are you enjoying your stay (Y/N)", he asks, redirecting the conversation.
"It's great, thank you so much for having me", I say politely.
"No worries at all. We're so glad that Draco has such great friends. And of our kind too", he smiles sickly.
A chill goes down my back but I smile as if I felt nothing.
"And you Blaise?", Lucius turns to him now.
"Excellent. You're house is magnificent", Blaise says.
"Good answer", I think to myself. The Malfoys feed off of materialism and compliments like that will certainly put you in their good books.
"Ah, Thank you. It's one of the last standing of its kind you know", Lucius begins and then proceeds to go on a rant about how unique and authentic his house is for the rest of dinner.

We make our way upstairs in silence after that, worn out from what seems like hours of meaningless conversation. "Night", Blaise mutters.
"It's not that late Blaise", I say.
"Tired", he mutters and heads to bed.
"Poor thing. One hour with my father and he's already given up on life", Draco says.
I laugh, "You have a way with words", i grin.
"So, how are you?".
"I'm okay. And you?".
"Good. Great actually".
"Good to hear".
"(Y/N)", he begins.
"Yes?".
"If you..ever wanna talk about what happened...in the chamber or the year before or anything.. you know I'm here".
I look at him shakily, "thank you. I just don't like talking about it".
"No problem. You can seriously tell me anything. I'm not going anywhere", he pulls me into a soft hug.
"Goodnight Draco".
"Goodnight, (Y/N)".

The most peaceful day I've had in a long time and all because of a few simple words from a very complicated blonde haired boy.