Draco Malfoy FanFic

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"We are going to live in this tiny, drab cottage?" I say in shock at how rundown the 'house' looks.

"Yes, we are. It is the least suspicious looking place that is available. Sorry it isn't a mansion," Lucius snaps back. He must be feeling like his old self again, rude and snarky.

Narcissa tries to sooth my worry, but only steps on Lucius's toes. "There is no need to worry Draco, we can make this place feel like a mansion in no time," Lucius scowls at her after that statement.

The place was completely trashed. The paint was peeling off of the walls as if it was scared of the drywall. There was litter everywhere; leaves, paper, old food containers, it was a utter mess. There were cracks in the floor boards that could consume a whole human foot! Not even magic could fix this muddled home.

"Scourgify!" The sudden burst of magic use makes me jump out of my skin. Narcissa attempts to clean the horrid clutter, but it was no use. "We will have to get some help in here right away! I can't do all of this myself," Narcissa explains, she always makes others do her work for her.

"Don't worry about that," Lucius hisses, "There will plenty of servants soon." Chills run down my back after he mentions the word 'servants', knowing that when he says it, he really means slaves. I find a broken down stair case at the side of the living area and fix it. "Reparo," with the flick of my wand the stairs are repaired, even after the repair they still appear dingy and old. I start to ascend the stairs that creak with every step.

When I arrive at the top there are three doors. Picking the first one to my left, I enter and claim this room as my own by swooshing my wand to redecorate it instantly. The floor creaks behind me as a voice makes my jump just a little, "Draco, I know this isn't the ideal situation, but we have to keep you safe. Your father and I are doing this for you, to protect you. Don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be, please," Narcissa says with a sigh of exhaustion. I glare at her for a moment and then see her expression, and soften my eyes slightly. Her eyes are drooping as if she hasn't slept in years.

"Okay," this is the only word I can say at the moment, but just answering made some of the weight come off her chest. She looked somehow lighter that earlier and she looked almost happy that I didn't try to fight her about this.

Narcissa steps out of the room, and I use a spell to start the long process of unpacking.

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The sun has gone down, as I sip my butterbeer. It has been two weeks since we have moved into the small cottage in the middle of nowhere. Narcissa is doing everything around the house currently, constantly complaining to Lucius for some help. I just had to get out of the place before I blew up at her. Sometimes I just can't handle how pampered my mother is.

There is a slight breeze coming from the direction of the front door as a new customer walks in. Usually I wouldn't react to the door opening, but tonight I decided to turn. From the corner of my eye, I can see a cloaked figure slowly walk towards my area. The figure is petite and looks to be swallowed up by the black hooded cloak. The mysterious wizard sat the the seat directly beside me.

"Bartender! One butterbeer please!" The voice was soft and delicate, not something you would expect from a darkly clothed person. The woman slowly pulls the hood from her head revealing flowing silver curls. The color of her hair was so striking that I couldn't take my eyes away. The silver had a slight rose tint to it, giving of a warm glow. The bartender slides the drink over to her and she catches it with ease.

"Can I help you?" she asked. I hadn't realized I was staring for so long until she look over at me. I raised my eyes from her hand to her face and my breathe falters for a moment. Her eyes were piercing and strong. They were a very peculiar lavender color that had darker flecks of a deep royal purple. The color was so unnature that I just gaped at her.

"Um, hello are you going to respond or are you one of those weird mute wizards," her words snap me out of my trance.

"Sorry, excuse me, I just was taken aback by your eyes," I explain, blushing a little from embarrassment.

She giggles just a little from the response. This makes my face turn even redder when she laughs. "I'm just kidding, don't worry about it, I get that a lot." I start to laugh nervously at her comment, still angry with myself for staring.

"So, what should I refer to you as?" she casually asked.

"My name is Mal-Draco. It's Draco," I hesitate to respond with my last name and switch to my first name.

"Well, it is very wonderful to meet you Draco. My name is Amethyst, Amethyst Caldwell," the girl proclaimed. Her name was just as peculiar as she was, what a strange character.

We sit there at the bar and drink for a couple of hours. As time moves, my vision starts to become fuzzy from drinking 6 butterbeers. They have very little alcohol content, but after consuming so many, it got to me. I can tell that Amethyst was getting a little drunk to by the way her words started to slur.

"Do you-ou want to get out of here?" I ask with a sudden confidence that would not exist without the beer in my system.

"S-sure!" She sound super excited for no apparent reason.

We walk out holding onto each other's shoulder for balance and landed on a bench a few blocks away. "You know, you are reall-ly stunning," I say drunkenly.

"You're not s-so bad yourself!" Amethyst started to lean on my shoulder after that as it became silent. We sit there for some time before she pops back up and faces me.

She starts to reach for my chin and moves slowly closer than she was before. Amethyst looks into my eyes for a moment and then leans forward, placing her delicate lips over mine. It was as if our mouths were made to fit together. My eyes fluttered at the sensation of her kiss. My lips tingled from the touch as she pulled away.

I looked into to her eyes and saw a fire of passion sparking behind them. I could see her desire and she moved toward me again. I wanted to kiss her again, but new better and moved my face away before she could plant another on me. Instead, I shifted my arms around her and she instantly stated to doze off in my embrace. With her breathing starting to slow, so did mine. After that, I was out.

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The next morning I had a small headache. I somehow got back to the house and was wrapped up in my sheets. I lazily pulled myself out of my cocoon and slipped on some slippers. I tugged an old sweatshirt over my head and moseyed over to the door.

The door squeaked from the stress of the simple task of opening, and I made my way down stairs.

Narcissa was already at the table eating some toast as I sat down.

"Well look who finally decide to join me. Had a rough night?" Narcissa glanced my way with a suspicious look.

I hesitated before responding. "Yeah, I guess," I answered slowly as I reached for a mug. I took the coffee pot and poured a good helping. Black, just the way I always have it.

"Where is Lucius, Mum?" He is usually sitting at the table by this time.

"He is off getting a surprise for us!" Her response was too exhilarated for how early it was. There was a creak from the other room as Lucius stepped in. He held a mischievous and happy expression on his face.

"Narcissa, I have a gift for you, would you like to see?" His voice was very chipper.

"I can't wait any longer!" Narcissa's excitement filled the whole room. She look as if she was going to explode if she had to wait any longer.

"Come on in," Lucius's voice darkens a little. From the other room, I can hear light foot steps. A small woman enters the room and my stomach drops. Her silver hair is pinned up in a tight bun, one piece hangs lose in front of her lavender eyes. She has lost her strong look and it was replaced with fear. Her skin was a sickly pale color with some dark purple rimming her eyes, similar to the flecks of color in her iris. Her outfit was like a uniform, but was wrinkle like she was struggling. A fire of anger started to burn in the pit of my stomach.

My father has somehow gotten Narcissa a 'servant', but it is not a house elf, it is a fellow wizard.