As Cold Hearted As He Is~ D.M

Chapter 22. Malfoy Manor

Draco Malfoy

Its been 2 and a half weeks since we left Hogwarts. Time here at the manor slowly ticks by. Meeting after meeting. Its constant, Im not always involved with the meetings, sometimes I am.

I typically bore my way through them. I sit there and listen when I'm needed. And ignore them when there talking about things that I have no interest in.

Oakley sent me a letter I think 4 days ago? Im honestly not sure. Im always hesitant to write her back, Worried that my letters will go astray or something along those lines. I never mention anything about my parents or You-Know-Who. Its just not the best idea.

I grabbed her letter from my desk and started ripping it open.

Dear Dray,

Im sorry your summer has been bad, I hope things lighten up for you. You dont have to talk about it if you dont want too, but I'm here to talk if you need me.
Have you uh.. Heard anything about well you know who I'm talking about.

~Oakley P.

I scanned over her writing, thinking over each word. Merlin do I want to go back to Hogwarts, just to get away from this hell-hole.

Oakley has always been different? Sometimes she's as sweet as can be, but when you piss her off, she's like a little fireball that wont burn out.
Thats what I admire about her, the way she isn't as chicken as other girls. And the fact that her famous brother is a completely different person than she is. Mind the fact that there twins, she is still a whole different person.

I pulled open my drawer, grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment paper. And I started scribbling down my thoughts. Basically just writing her back.

Dear 'Lee'

                   I don't wish to talk about emotions over letters. Its not my forte in person, so I don't fancy doing it on letters either.
       I also would like to keep things under raps when talking about he-who-must-not-be-named. Its a sketchy topic and Merlin knows if our letters are being tracked and watched.
      Stay safe Potter.

                                                                                 -D.M

I sealed the letter inside of an envelope, I walked over to my owl that was sat neatly at my window sill. I handed it to the creature and off he went, I watched him fly away into the abyss of the clouds.

"Draco, Your father wishes to see you!" My mother hollered as she trotted up the stairs. Her voice low and unhappy. I miss my happy mother, she longs for me to be like I used to, she tells me I've lost my will to be energetic and happy.

She came to the door and knocked five times. Per usual. She always does the exact same pattern when she knocks on my door. Even when I was little that's how she got my attention. But I've never thought anything of it, it was just my Moms way of doing things.

I shuffled over to my closet, ruffling on a button up shirt and shoving on black jeans. Mother says you have to look best with every where you go. "Coming!" I hollered as I made my way towards my bedroom door.

I stepped out of my room, entering the massive hallway of the Manor. This house is bluntly gorgeous, but the vibes is what makes this place horrifying. Always dull and never lively, its been that way for as long as I can remember.

"Yes Father?" I questioned as I entered the room where meetings are held. Its a dark and less decorated room, the enormous dinning table is sat over to the side, leaving walking room on each side of the table.

"You need to mature yourself before next year." He said. As he rubbed his forearm. Probably where the mark is hidden with under his shirt.

I rolled my eyes and shifted on my feet. Tapping my fingers on my wrist in an anxious motion.

"You'll have big responsibilities next year Draco." His voice hissing at me. His skin was pale as always, his hand rapped within his other in front of him.

"Such as?" I asked, I truly just wanted to go back up to my room. My Father has never been my favorite person, he's constantly bitchy. My Mother is definitely my favorite one out of the two of them. At least she's somewhat tolerable.

He looked around the room, almost anxiously. "You'll find that out when the time comes." He stated coldly. Then he brushed past me and left the room.

With all the little thoughts of what it could be pooling in my head, I took that as my chance to go back to my room. Only to be rushed with all of the terrible possibilities that could be approaching.