Centuries of Malfoy men

Chapter 3

He caught my eye. His gorgeous face, his lavish get up. Stood in line at the apothecary of all places to meet a man like him. I couldn't help but stare. He was the type of man that should be stared at. God. He was walking towards me. I nervously flattened my hair I couldn't help but stare. "Hello dear" he cooed at me. His woody aroma flooded into my nostrils combing them in manly pheromones and cigarette ash. "Hello sir"I politely said, my head lowering slightly
Out of respect. "You need not be so cordial with me doll" he spoke. His voice was soft, sweet but not sickly like my stepfathers rather gentle. "My name is enzo" he told me. "Athena" I replied offering out my hand. He took it in his "beautiful name" he remarked as he lifted my hand to his lips to kiss. I felt my cheeks blush. Im sure he noticed. "Are you from here m'lady" enzo inquired here referring to the then much smaller city of London. "Yes I am are you sir" I ask back. "Please doll don't speak so formally with me" he said taking my cold hands in his I smiled.  "Im not from here unfortunately, I'm travelling, by god above I wish to take you away with me doll face" he joked childishly. I found him beyond endearing. "By all means, take me with you then" I replied. Although I appeared to be simply
Joining in with his fun truly in that moment I wished for a man like enzo to take me away. Away from this place. Away from the abuse I fell victim to from my stepfather.

Athena
I made my way down to breakfast, as I entered the great hall Lorenzo and Mattheo called me over to where they were sat. Mattheos arm slung around my shoulder as I sat down. "Good morning" he chimed playfully. "And how was Miss Lauriers first night at hogwarts?" He asked. "Freezing cold" I replied pouring water into a glass. "I'm sure you can jump into Mattheos bed tonight then, cozy" Draco said flatly clearly unimpressed at my being here.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Ignore him thia. Although do feel free to take up his offer if your cold tonight..." mattheo said flirting, his grip around my shoulder becoming tighter. "What do you have first" Blaise asked changing the subject quickly. "Positions with professor Snape" I answered. "Ha unlucky" Theodore said. "How so" I said my head tilting to the left slightly inquisitively.

"Snape is head of slitherin house so he's a little better for us but still awful, right pain in the ass" Theodore explained. "I have potions first too, I'll walk you there" Mattheo said. He had this way of looking straight into my eyes when he spoke, it created this somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere between us.

I smiled a little "thanks, I'm ready to go" I said. "Aren't you going to eat something?" Mattheo asked. I shook my head no claiming I wasn't hungry, the truth was I have zero desire for human food.

We arrived at potions and instantly I zoned out, turns out school is even less interesting the second time.

"Enzo are you mad" I screamed with such happiness. He beamed at me his neat black hair getting messy and wet under the heavy rain. "Live a little bit my doll" he instructed me continuing to pull me onto the street. I laughed louder than I could ever remember laughing. Enzo pulled me closer into his body, placing one hand on my waist. Entangling the other with his holding it out in a waltz position. I grinned looking into his eyes placing my hand on his shoulder. We danced slowly in the freezing rain, to hell with the people staring. It was just us in this moment. "Don't leave here enzo" I told him. "Don't stay here Athena, leave, be with me" enzo said twirling me around. "I'm scared" I told him. "You have to live while you can my dear" enzo said gazing deep into my eyes. He leaned his face towards mine. I did the same. Our li-

"Miss Laurier" snapes voice snapped me back to reality. Fuck. I stared at the board. "Could you answer my question please Miss Laurier" snape asked but it wasn't a question it was a demand. "Maxima potion sir" I said. "Very good" snape said despite not sounding in the slightest bit impressed. Thank god, complete guess formed from a two second glance at the messy writing scrawled on the board. I went back to my reminiscing.