The Adults Are Talking (dracomalfoyxreader)

Chapter 5

chapter summary : skip to the next year and insert you in goblet of fire.

   The Malfoy Manor was briefly filled with comfort. These were uncommon yet treasured times. The big, imposing windows let in the warm August afternoon sun, which cast little beams of light over the marble walls. There was laughter as the children strolled down the halls they once played in. There were no suspicious and hushed conversations and no inexplicable occurrences that would leave the guests disturbed. Just the soft play of classical music, the record scratching ever so softly. The haunting manor looked livable, comfortable, and safe, allowing the three families bouncing in and out of it to be content. For just a brief moment.

The Parkinsons, The Valentines, and the Malfoys were all hard at work. Well, not really. The servants and the elves the Malfoys had, were hard at work. The parents were all in the Adults' room, supposedly preparing for the last big party of the summer. The room was only unveiled when the summer parties started up, so no child has ever seen inside of those opaque doors. The room was locked with a charm, so a manual lockpick couldn't work. ( You tried, even though Draco directed you not to.) Your mother told you not to worry, and they were doing "big party planning" in that room, and Pansy's parents told her the same thing, yet by the looks of it, everything seemed to be coming together quite well without them ever coming out to assist. You gave up on figuring it out soon though, since you had your things to do. The parents' absence left only Draco, Pansy, and you in the big manor. A few months ago, this would've been tense, and weird. You and Pansy made up right after winter break due to you practically begging her to put her pride aside and befriend you and Astoria again. Mad, that's what Daphne, Draco, Astoria, and even your father called you. Mad for apologizing to someone you did absolutely nothing to. Pansy was the one who took things out of hand, right? Even so, you missed your friend. Plus, by doing that, it made it easy for moments such as these to be comfortable. Comfortable enough to leave them both alone while you went to get ready for the party.

Now, you were in Draco's room. It pretty much looked like both of your rooms, since you've used it frequently this summer. Your toothbrush in his bathroom, your clothes on the floor, hair ties, and lipglosses on his dresser. Honestly, you pretty much lived here. You were putting on your dress for the party, which was white with spaghetti straps and a hem that spilled just above your knees. You looked gorgeous. As you began to style your hair to match the occasion, you heard a faint knock on the door.

"Yes?" You called, combing your hair out.

"Y/N? ... Are you clothed?" Draco asked.

You giggled, "Yes."

You heard the lock jiggle and went over quickly.

"Nuh-uh.." You sang, locking the door right as he unlocked it. You heard him sigh outside the door, and you laughed again. "I don't know why you tried, you know you can't see until I'm done. Are you dressed?"

"Yesss." Draco groaned. It was clear he was moping out there.

"Good. Who tied your tie?"

Draco's emotional shift was noticeable, and you didn't have to see him. His pride immediately took over, "No one? I know how to tie a tie."

"Two months ago, on your birthday, you couldn't tie it correctly." You commented simply, moving from your hair to doing your eyelashes.

"I've grown. That was ages ago. You know, my mother actually says I'm maturing." Draco said haughtily.

"Mmhm. That's good, I'm proud of you."

"... Are you being sarcastic?"

"I am not?! Why do you take every one of my compliments as sarcasm!?"