Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

A girl in a very alluring red dress

Impatiently, I drum out a rhythm on the green leather armchair I’m sitting on with my fingers. As the sound of Lexi’s screams appearagain, my drumming gets louder, and suddenly become absorbed in beating out the tune of Hogwarts’ school song which I find myself scowling at at the beginning of each school year.

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts…” I murmur under my breath. Lexi’s screams get louder. “Tell us something please…” I keep on, raising my voice.

“Draco,” Blaise hisses from the armchair next to me. “Shut the fuck up.”

I glance over at him and my father, who’s standing by the fireplace. I scowl but the screams have stopped and we all slip back into silence.

I don’t know how long I sit there staring into space, absorbed in my own thoughts. Waiting – but what for? But I’m brought out of my trance by the faint sound of my mother’s heels pattering against the staircase.

I spring out of my chair as Father walks to her side. “How is she?” I ask at once, but they don’t notice as Father talks at the same time. Blaise, however, catches my eye and scowls to the high heavens.

“What happened?” asks Father. “We heard screaming – do you need me to go up there?”

“No, I just sorted her out, that’s all,” mutters Mother, smoothing out her skirt. “I told her the truth and she didn’t like it.”

Shit. “What did you do to her?” I ask before I can stop the words coming out.

I don’t like the way they all slowly look at me. Mother speaks first. “It doesn’t matter, Draco. What’s important is she’s accepted it and she’s agreed to stay here and not make things difficult. But the sooner the Dark Lord comes back and takes her away and does whatever it is he’s planning to do with her, the better.”

My eyes dart between both of my parents, searching for more of an explanation. “But what is he going to do to her? I thought the plan was just to bring her here and keep her here so she won’t be hurt.”

“Draco,” snaps Father. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes, I thought you and Blaise were going to go to the study and start trying to think up an alibi for what you were doing on Christmas Eve,” Mother says vaguely. “Go on, darling.”

They’re so out of their depth, it’s almost pitiful. But we all are. Still, it’s quite an unsettling thing to see your parents absolutely petrified.

But the Dark Lord can’t hurt us anymore. He won’t. We – I – did what he wanted, we’ve got Lexi here, and even better, Mum seems to have somehow talked her into accepting the idea.

And now he’s going to leave us alone. He has to. We did what he wanted.

So why do they still look so bloody scared?

Blaise is walking towards me. “You’re right, we were, Narcissa,” he murmurs. “We just wanted to make sure you were all right. We know Lexi can be a bit wild, she has a bit of a fire in her… anyway, we’ll go now.” His hand clenches down onto my arm. “C’mon, Draco.”

“No,” I say. Christ, Blaise is pissing me off so much at the moment. I don’t even know why he’s here. But he’s bending over backwards to please my parents and he keeps pushing me to do everything. It’s almost like he wanted this whole mission thing to be his – or he wishes he was me, or something.

“No, let’s just do it here,” I keep on, trying to use the tone of superiority that made me top dog at school. I eye him but he doesn’t seem to notice, and if he does he ignores it.