xoxo - draco malfoy story + oneshots (gossip girl x harry potter)

third year pt.9

It was finally winter break, it was a two days before Christmas and she has one of the most important meeting with the dark lord acquaintance, especially when her mother and father were death eater but not by choice so they had freedom in New York. They were purebloods too. 

Y/n has found herself dreading this meeting as soon as she stepped food out of the express and staying with her dad. Not that she doesn't love her dad, her dad was the best and didn't want her to be involve with something like this but doesn't have a choice either.

She knew the significance of this meeting—an opportunity to discuss her emerging fashion brand—but that didn't ease her nerves. Being involved with the Death Eaters was never her choice, but as the daughter of purebloods with a complicated past, she was bound to fulfill certain expectations.

Y/n stayed behind in the wizarding world with her father, Harold Waldorf, while her mother remained in New York. Blair, too, was in the Muggle world, blissfully unaware of the darker aspects of their family's involvement. Y/n longed to be in her older sisters shoes, far removed from all of this. But here she was, sitting in a dimly lit room in an unknown location, her heart racing with each tick of the ornate clock on the wall.

She had dressed in her finest—a testament to her undeniable talent in fashion design. Even in a terrifying situation like this, she had to looked her finest, which was the one thing she had control over. Her mind raced with the teachings she'd received from her mother and father on how to present herself in front of dangerous people: Stay calm, stay respectful, and, most importantly, stay quiet unless spoken to.

The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure entered. His eyes gleamed with a predatory curiosity, the kind that could easily unnerve anyone. "Miss Waldorf," he greeted, his voice smooth but carrying an underlying menace. "I've heard much about you. Sit," he gestured toward a grand chair opposite him.

"Thank you," Y/n replied, keeping her voice steady. She took her seat, trying to ignore how her hands trembled slightly in her lap.

He glanced at her attire, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "It seems you live up to your reputation. A Waldorf through and through."

"It's what I'm good at," she replied, her tone polite but unwavering. "Fashion has always been part of who I am."

"Indeed," he mused. "Let's not waste time. Show me what you've created." Y/n pulled out her portfolio, her heart hammering as she laid it open on the table. She watched his eyes scan over the designs, every moment stretching into an eternity. "Impressive," he said finally, his voice thoughtful. "You possess a unique talent, something... valuable. It seems even the Waldorfs' are not immune to the whims of our world."

"It's important to have influence in every corner," Y/n replied carefully, repeating words her father had drilled into her head. "Fashion reaches everyone, after all."

The man chuckled, clearly amused by her poise. "You are indeed your mother's daughter," he remarked. "Very well. I will pass along your talents to those who need to know. Until then, continue your work and remember—our eyes are always on you."

Y/n nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. She had survived. As the meeting concluded and she was led out, she felt a surge of relief. She had managed to keep her fear in check, but more importantly, she had taken a small step toward proving herself capable in this dangerous, unpredictable world, even without the Dark Lord's immediate presence looming over her.

Y/n stepped out of the dimly lit building and immediately spotted her father, waiting for her. She rushed forward and hugged him tightly, the warmth of his embrace melting away the fear and anxiety that had gripped her during the meeting. "You did well," he murmured, patting her back. "Let's go home."