The White Sparrow {Draco & Lucius Malfoy x Reader}

chapter nineteen - cunning

"Good morning," Draco said groggily, his tone deep and husky from sleep.

He called your name and you slowly awoke, regaining your surroundings. Remembering now who's bed you had slept in for the past few days, you turned on your side and found a shirtless Draco beside you. He kissed your cheek softly, seeing you finally awake and hopped out of bed.

"I hated to wake you, you seemed like you were sleeping well for once. But, today is apparently a big day for you."

"What do you mean?" you asked, still rubbing your eyes and trying to register what he was saying.

"Your brother. He arrives today," Draco said plainly, as if he was choosing to forget his past with Jameson. "I'm sure my father was planning it as a surprise but it was just a matter of time before you found out."

You remembered now the conversations you had with Alfie and the daunting encounter you'd have to face with Lucius today.

Considering he was the one who'd found Jameson and was responsible for bringing him here, without a word of it ever being spoken to you. The secrets and lies surrounding the situation were still at the forefront of your mind. You couldn't just let it go this time.

"Right. I suppose I should go get ready then," you said sleepily, still trying to wake up. Getting out of Draco's bed, he glanced sadly at you as you left and made your way to the other side of the manor.

He didn't want you to leave, in fact that was the last thing he wanted after all the wonderful time you'd just spent together the past week. But he couldn't handle the wrath that would come from his father if he screwed up this big, special surprise Lucius had planned. He had to let you go.

"Oh good morning dear! Look at those new clothes, they look just marvelous on you!" a sweet servant said, stopping you near the dining room. After wearing hand me downs and shades of green and silver for so long now, the new clothes were almost odd to see on yourself.

Including the warm yellow shirt you had put on that morning.

"Thank you, that's very kind," you replied with a smile, trying to make your way back to your bedroom. The servant stopped you before you could continue.

"You should see Master Lucius dear, I believe he has something he'd like to discuss with you," the woman said, a nervousness now in her voice. "He's in his bedroom."

With the servant instructing you, there really wasn't a way out of it. Lucius had surely given the command and you weren't going to disobey him now and risk getting anyone in trouble.

Walking up the stairs you felt slightly self conscious in wearing any house colors, remembering Lucius' face when he first met you and how pleased he was thinking of you as another Slytherin. It had been so long now since you had worn anything but the colors that resembled his beloved house.

Shamefully, there was still a part of you wanting to please Lucius.

Even it was just about the colors of the clothes you wore.

You crept into your bedroom first, sorting through the new clothes and trying to find something less bright yellow and obnoxiously Hufflepuff. You found a beige colored woven v-neck sweater to pair with a skirt that was certainly on the shorter side, but had no yellow in it.

Content with your outfit, you tried to fix your hair and dab some makeup on to look nice for him. You hoped it might distract from the lack of Slytherin colors on you.

Forcing yourself to stop procrastinating, you made yourself finally walk over to his bedroom. Creating a small fist, you banged your knuckles against his bedroom door hoping you weren't too loud.