Adopted by the Malfoy's {Harry Potter fanfic}

4. First impressions Pt. 1

A/N: All I own is Lexie and Max, all other recognizable characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling.

**Lexie's POV**

Malfoy manor was positively massive, there were a million places I could slip into and get lost, and I had barely made it past the foyer. There was two times the amount of scenery that I couldn't wait to draw and paint. The house looked ancient, seeming to have more widows than doors from an outsider's look. The staircase winded and, like most everywhere I turned, was made of mostly stone. As we entered, there were two hallways leading each direction and I was curious but figured it would probably be safer if I stuck with Draco, I could very easily never find my way back on my own.

"It's wondrous!" I said to Draco, quickening my step to keep pace, Max darting around sniffing everything, just as curious as I. "How many rooms are there?" I asked, my gaze on the pictures and everywhere at once without breaking my neck.

"Somewhere around 20, I never bothered to count." Draco answered, seemingly amused by my reactions. "We have 2 libraries, two terraces, a trophy room, a parlor, ballrooms, kitchen, studies, and more bedrooms than we use truthfully. Do you want one on the top floor or lower?" He asked, not quite sure where to put me.

"Where's yours?" I asked, not really wanting to be far from the only person I knew in the humongous house.

"I'm on the second floor."

"Second then." I answered decisively and he dragged my bag up the stairs, Max was no longer in sight. I hope I found him again later. "Did you get lost very much? As a child I mean."

"Sometimes, I've wandered into rooms thinking they were mine but they weren't." He replied as if he couldn't help himself. Once he realized he was talking casually with me, he instantly closed up once more, walking on.

He would take some getting used to as well, I realized, but I didn't mind. I finally had the chance of having a brother; I wasn't letting that slip away just because he wasn't very talkative. I wondered if he was okay with me living here too, considering he'd been an only child before me. Only children weren't keen on sharing, even their homes.

"Is it alright for me to be here? I'm sure this must have come as a shock." I asked and he turned to study me like he'd been doing since I'd gotten out of the car.

**Draco's POV**

The girl was pretty, I hadn't expecting that. Her awe at the manor was to be expected, it was a magnificent house to be sure. I didn’t know what I thought of her yet, mother and father had told me next to nothing about her, only her age and name, and that her parents had been pure bloods as well. I didn't really understand why they were suddenly taking a perfect stranger in, but her curiosity was infectious. She had me answering questions and wanting a room near me, why I couldn't fathom. I suppose it could have been worse, she could have been a half blood, mum and dad would as soon take a mudblood in as become best mates with the Weasley’s.

"I haven't decided yet," I answered coolly and truthfully. For some reason my usual sneer didn't affect her, she just smiled and looked around with glee. I wonder what the notebook she is carrying is.

We continued on until we reached a spare room that would do for her, mine being right down the hall. Why she wanted to be near mine I wasn't sure, but something in me wouldn't allow myself to ridicule her for it. I'd ask her later, once I’d adjusted to her, even though part of me couldn't help but wonder why in the world I wanted to know.

"Here, will this do? Mine's just down the hall," I asked, setting her bag down and opening a door. "There are plenty others to choose from if you don't care for it."