Former Animosity

24. Manor

As time passed by, the strain berween me and him has gone. He was still crying and the creek of my neck, while shaking uncontrollably. The cold wind washes over us like it was snowing. In time, he calms down. He pulled apart forcefully, pushing me off of him.

He wiped away his tears agressively. And revealed his face. It was so... beautifully heart broken. Pale skin, flushed cheeks, and worn out eyes. He looks at me with his eyes half opened, assuming he'a not able to open them fully because of how puffy it was. In result of his cries.

"One word of this to anybody and you're dead."

He says seriously with a cracked voice. I didn't say anything and merely stared at him. He went to the car and opened the door as he got into it. I stood there, taking it all in. Draco Malfoy was jealous of my relationship with my girlfriend. Why does that sound so weird?

I got into the car and started the engine. And off we drove to the Malfoy Manor. It was so late at night, lights were out. It was wonderful, the scenery here. Driving on a quiet place. It took an hour and few minutes to get there. As we arriveed, Malfoy was nervous to see his own mother.

"Are you alright?"

I ask him, in a small voice.

"Shut it."

We both stepped out of the car. He slammed the door. He almost stepped away but just then, I pulled his sleeve.

"What?"

I raised my eyebrows and shrugged.

"Oh, if you me want to wear the same clothes for tomorrow I'd be fine with it. But I'd much rather get freshly new clothes."

I joke with a small playful smile. He gets it and rolled his eyes.

"So much for the sarcasm, Potty."

He begins walking to the trunk and I snickered quietly. We opened the boot and got our trunks. We struggled, but Malfoy used his wand and casted a spell of some sort for it to float. We get to the front door, and Malfou seemed fidgety.

"Do you want me to do it?"

I offered.

"I said shut it, Potter."

I roll my eyes, getting annoyed.

"I'll spread around you cried on me if you don't cut that attitude."

He looks at me, alarmed. I knocked on the door impatiently. An elf answered. It was pleased to see Malfoy's face, I can tell.

"Master Draco! Welcome home!"

She greets him with excitement. He nods, trying to muster up a small smile. The elf looked over to me and was mildly surprised I was in close distance with Malfoy. She invites us in. Malfoy puts the trunks on the floor for the elves to carry.

We went to the living room and we see his mother sitting on a chair infront of the fire. Malfoy tiptoed around her. I did the same in fear. His mother helped me, sure. But she was still terrifying.

"...Mother?"

Malfoy whispered, getting close to her. She looked at him. She looked so different. Entirely different.