The Adults Are Talking (dracomalfoyxreader)

Chapter 6

Always, the most lovely thing to wake up to was the sound of birds. Even though staying the night with your friend or boyfriend can be fun, there's nothing like waking up alone in your own bed. Gradually you sat up, letting the breeze from your open window refresh you. Given how uncommon it was for you to wake up relaxed and on your own, it was even more important to take advantage of this opportunity while it lasts. Your bedroom was elegant and decorated in an old-money style, in contrast to Draco's room, which was more structural and had a look from the Jacobean age. There was a gold frame on your bedhead, a small brown bedside table to your left with a candle, a vase of flowers, and three picture frames. One was a picture of you, your mother, and your father all sitting around a table, which had a beautiful heart-shaped cake on it. The picture replayed you blowing out the candles, then looking up at the camera with a smile. The second one was a picture of you and Astoria, you both bundled up to your chins in winter clothes, hugging each other and laughing, nearly falling over. The last photo was a picture of you and Draco. It was Christmas, your families had dinner together that day. He had his arm around you, a small grin on his face that widened as the picture replayed.

You frowned slightly, reminiscing about how fun that was. He hasn't even talked to you since the day he came back from the Quidditch World Cup. When your parents came back from talking to Lucius and Narcissa, they made you leave immediately. You didn't get to say bye to him, you weren't told what was going on, and you were certain you had left so much stuff in Draco's room. You could tell your parents were upset or anxious about something, espeically your mother. She was well adept in wandless magic, yet when she was freaked out you could see the vines growing at her fingertips if she touched something for too long, and the dandelions growing at her feet if she stood still. After all that happened, Draco hadn't even written to you. The worst part was, you never got to ask him why he lied that day. You had only been awake for a minute, but immediately your mood turned sour.

At that moment, your scullery maid knocked on the door, distracting you from your thoughts. You knew it was her by the knock she does. You answered, and she opened at your response, "Good morning Miss Y/N."

"Good morning Ma'am. No breakfast today?" You asked, smiling softly at her.

"Oh no, I did prepare breakfast. However, Mrs' Valentine said she'd like to bring it up to you herself. I just wanted to make sure you were awake, is all."

"Oh!" you said, slightly surprised. Your mother hasn't done that in a while, she's been so busy lately, "Oh okay, thank you."

"Of course, dear." The lady said, closing your door behind her. It was only a matter of seconds before your mother came in, she wore a feathered robe that flowed elegantly around her arms. Your mother was the embodiment of wealth. She carried a tray of breakfast in her hands, and sat it down on your lap, sitting on your bed with her legs crossed.

"Good morning, Darling. You've probably already assumed that I'm doing this because I have something up my sleeve, right?" Your mother said with a child-like grin, pulling her braid to the side. The long braid had flowers intertwined in between the strands.

You took a bite of a pastry that was on your tray, "Yeah. I just can't tell if you're serious or you're here to gossip."

"Both. I do have something serious to talk to you about. It has to do with the other day." Your mother watched the look in your eyes change. She knew that'd catch you immediately, "But first, we have to discuss going back to school."

You groaned, and your mom laughed at you, "First off, you're gonna be a fourth year now and you still have a boyfriend?!"

"Hey! He's so nice. Don't say that."