Professor Malfoy

49 | Malfoy's mannor

Chapter 49
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We apparate into the grayest place I've ever seen. There's fog all around us, the cold and wetness gives me the creeps over my body. I don't realize I've been holding onto Draco's arm until takes me by my hand instead.

"Where are we?" I ask, but he doesn't respond.

Together, we walk through the mysterious mist and I can feel little water drops, lighter than the air, land on the surface of my skin. The most scary yet elegant and gothic house appears in front of us. Out of nowhere. It's huge with tall walls and sharp roofs and the whole property is divided from the rest of the world by a tall gothic fence with gate.

Draco's strangely quiet. He's leading me through the gate, his jaw tense and his hand cold as ice.

I randomly look up to admire the gate when I notice a big rusty sign: Malfoy's manor

My body freezes in the moment, my legs won't let me move no more. I glance at him, wondering if he's insane, walking me into his house like this.

He notices me struggling and stops, too.

"Nobody's home, love."

He explains that Astoria and Scorp are in London at her parents. Still, I feel strange to be here. Walk in the house like I'm not just some student he shouldn't be with. Because that's exactly what I am.

But also, so much more than that.

He leads me inside and I'm surprised by how different the house looks like from the inside. It's not so dark and gothic anymore. Gloomy, yes. The air is nicely warm so I can take off my jacket, he grabs it and lets it fly to the closet room.

"Come on, I'll show you something."

Not just something. He walks me upstairs to his study. Thousands of books in tall bookshelves, various plants underneath big windows, cabinets and shelves with potions and supplies, herbs, crystals, cauldrons. The walls are covered with gothic floral tapestries, the floor with colorful vintage rugs. In one corner by another big window, there's a cozy sofa with pillows and a coffeetable, plants and a golden lamp. Raindrops are crashing against the window from outside and making a pleasant ambiance.

"Do you like it?" He asks me with a smile on his face.

"Like it? It's beautiful,"

He walks over to a cabinet with alcohol and pours himself a glass of scotch.

"Even more beautiful with you in here."

I let out a soft giggle and reach for the glass in his hand, "can I try it?"

He gives me a warning look, "no."

"Come one," I look at him with puppy eyes.

"Just a sip."

It doesn't even taste good, anyways. I frown my face, he laughs and together we walk to the kitchen where he makes us some quick food.

"I'm surprised you don't have a house elf. Or a maid," I comment.

"Do you?"

"We used to. A young maid. She slept around with mum's third husband. So she poisoned her and now she can't see until my mum undoes it."

I take a bite out of the bagel Draco made and drink it down with coffee afterwards.

He looks at me as if he was in a shock.