Him and I( being revised)

Him and I

Ever since I started working for the Malfoys, life has been okay. I know what you're thinking—when you're working for Death Eaters, your life can't be all fairy tale dreams. And it's true, but I try to make the best of it. My parents and the Malfoys were very good friends; they had all been the best of mates during their Hogwarts years and even into adulthood. They used to go on all kinds of fun, exciting adventures—at least, that was until Draco and I were born.

Draco and I were inseparable. He was my best friend, and I was his. That's all we ever wanted to be... until that day. The day my parents were murdered, it turned my entire world upside down, tearing me away from my best friend.

I can still feel the horror and sadness gripping me as I watched the Aurors take my parents' mangled bodies from our home. I remember sitting alone in the corner of my room, clutching my skel-o-bunny, hearing the blood-curdling screams of my parents echoing in my mind, helpless in my locked tower-bedroom. I was only nine years old.

The Aurors eventually decided my parents had been murdered for trying to escape their roles as Death Eaters. Until that moment, I had no idea. I thought they were just having a book club meeting or something. Again, I was just a child—only nine!

So I suppose everyone expects me to say how I was raised by some awful family member, but that's not how it went. The Ministry assigned me a full-time nanny, who was very old-fashioned. Nanny McDowel—oh, if you didn't do exactly as she said, you'd find yourself in trouble. She was strict. Very strict. That meant I wasn't allowed to see Draco because, as she would say, "It's improper for a young pureblood witch my age to be riding around on a broomstick with the Malfoy boy in nothing but long johns, petticoats, and little combat boots."

Soon, I learned to stop asking and instead found ways to sneak out and see my best friend without her knowing. I'd slide down the secret slide my father had installed—a slide that had been charmed to reach all the way to the Malfoys' home. Yes, we lived close, but using the slide would leave me in disarray. to reach the entrance that connected to Draco's study. But it was worth it to skip those tedious days of being treated like a "Pureblood Hostess-in-training" just to see him.

But as time went on, Nanny became more suspicious. She filled my days to the brim with busywork, hindering my chances to see Draco. By the time my Hogwarts letter arrived, I hadn't seen my best friend in years.

Even now, as I reflect on those lost years, there's this quiet strength within me. Whenever I'm doing something special for Draco, I remember those days—the laughter, the bonds that once held us together. And I carry that memory with me, shaping who I am today.

"Oi! Where are our drinks?!" I heard Blaise Zambini shout impatiently. "Alright, Twinkie, let's try not to drop this batch of firewhiskey, okay?" I quietly explained to the young house-elf who was supposed to assist me ever since Darlie was traded away.

Darlie had been with me since I started working at Malfoy Manor. We knew each other's routines, functioning like a well-oiled machine. So, when Mr. Malfoy barged into my room one night and told me he had traded Darlie for a new baby house-elf, I felt a tear escape. Mr. Malfoy has always treated me like one of his staff since I joined, bloody tosser if you ask me.

Without a word, Twinkie took my hand, and we apparated to Draco's room. "Finally! Where the bloody hell have you been?!" yelled Draco without even glancing up from the newspaper. "I'm sooooo sorry, Draco, that your father gave me a BABY house-elf to help me," I replied, rolling my eyes while nudging the young elf forward to place the tray of butterbeers on the coffee table. "It's not my fault that it's more useless than a sack of potatoes," he shot back.

Blaise snorted at the harsh comment. After Twinkie set the tray down, I noticed she was on the verge of tears; her blue, tennis ball-shaped eyes filled with water, and her ears drooped sadly. Quietly, she came behind me, gripping my skirts, and began to cry softly. My fists clenched at my sides as I swiftly walked across the cold, tiled floor to the two idiots who were giggling like little schoolwitches, striking them both across the face. I knew I'd get in trouble later, but they deserved it, and Draco should know not to push my buttons.

The lads were too shocked to react, staring with their mouths hanging open like fish. I quickly picked up Twinkie and strutted out of the room, ensuring both boys saw me leave.

Suddenly, I heard the two of them, footsteps thundering after me. Hexes and spells flashing past me, I began to run faster through the many corridors of the manor, holding a baby house-elf in my arms, who was giggling uncontrollably, while my master's son and friend chased after me. Could my day get any more ridiculous?! I giggled as I saw a door swing open and slam shut in front of the two boys. Not bothering to look back at who opened it, I kept running until I reached the servants' quarters. I burst into my room, slammed the door, placed Twinkie in her cradle, and face-planted into my bed, inhaling the scent of the blankets.

In what felt like just a moment, I heard a knock at my door. "Alex, dear...um, someone would like to speak to you. Right away," Mrs. Malfoy's soft voice called from behind the door.

With a sigh, I pushed myself off the bed, dusted off my skirts, and opened the door to find a very shaken, sullen-looking Mrs. Malfoy waiting for me.

I dared not meet her in the eyes. There were only two people in this world that could cause the Malfoy matriarch to act like this, her flesh and blood, and the Dark lord himself.  I felt my heart skip a beat as she tightly gripped my arm, dragging me towards what could be my own undoing.