Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

Roses are Red

As Draco slams the door behind us, it takes everything I have to stop myself storming after him, following him and telling him exactly what I think of him. Out of everyone, he’s the person I hate most of all. I trusted him. Trusted him! But I was just another game to him. And he played me just like all the other girls. In fact, to him I was probably the best game of all. And I hate him for that.

Still, I can’t help but wonder – do I want to follow him so I can scream at him and try to punch the life out of him, or because, deep down, the idea of being alone with him is still appealing? Deeply aggravated, I decide it’s probably both.

“Lexi?” Narcissa presses, yanking me out of my thoughts. “Come with me. I’ll show you the Manor.”

Reluctantly, I follow her. Blaise and Lucius glare after us and I can’t help feeling that, no matter how many times I'm told that this place is my "new home", I'll never be welcomed hhere. I've inflicted too much pain.

The Manor is exactly how I pictured it - it's just like the 'prison' he spoke bitterly of at Hogwarts.

The Malfoy Manor is no Hogwarts, but it's still unnecessarily huge.

And it boasts of its wealth so much it intoxicates me, too. Every spare wall is draped in a beautiful tapestry, or a magnificent portrait of a white-blonde ancestor.

But as large as the place is, the black and green rich interior, added with the fact that this place is effectively my prison until I work out how the hell to get out of here, makes it all a bit too suffocating.

My hatred of the house is at least comforted the minute we step out into the grounds.

Malfoy Manor has lavish green meadows surrounding it, with peacocks strolling happily over the grounds. The air is fresh and the grass seems to stretch on for forever; the only thing obstructing it is a picturesque little forest on the far left, and, right ahead of me, a huge black iron gate.

Narcissa’s following my eye line. “Please don’t embarrass yourself by trying to escape,” she murmurs. “It took us enough trouble to get you here, one thing Lucius is ensuring is that you won’t ever see the rest of the world ever again. At least not when you’re with us. What you do when the Dark Lord returns is up to him.”

With that, she sends me one last look of utter dislike before turning on her heel and marching back to the house. I watch her go. The air is bitterly cold, especially in this ridiculous dress, but it doesn’t occur to me for a second to go back inside.

I’ve always preferred to be outdoors, but especially now. To go back into the Manor would only to be admitting to myself of my situation, to remind myself of my loneliness and the horrible uncertainty of my future.

But out here, I can pretend. I can vaguely hear the sound of birds singing and I wonder if could teach myself to become an Animagus and turn into a bird.

I could just fly away – not just from here, but from everything. Leave Lexi Riddle and her pitiful life behind and never look back.

This dress isn’t suited to the muddy grass out here, but it’s the least I can do to punish the Malfoys by ruining one of their expensive dresses. I spot a murky puddle of mud and jump in it several times for good measure.

I wonder about in the garden for a long time. I walk in each direction until I find the brick wall that finally concludes the undeniably magnificent Malfoy gardens.

When I reach each brick wall, I find a small stone and throw it into the sky. Each time, it reaches several meters into the air before hitting an invisible force and flying backwards, over my head. Every time this happens my heart falls.