"Cosette," called out Narcissa to my house elf. "Bring Nadia's trunk down here will you," she exclaimed."Yes, Mrs. Malfoy. Right away Mrs. Malfoy," the elf says obediantly before leaving swiftly with a loud pop. Draco walked up to his mother and she says, "get Nadia, we are already late and the train leaves in 30 minutes." "Of course mother" he says while standing there staring at her. "well, hurry" she says.
Narcissa hears the pounding of feet of a 15 year old Draco on the floor above her. He knocks twice on the door with danger signs and the 'do not come in' signs. "You decent?" he questions loudly over the rock muggle music as he slowly turns the door nob. "Yeah, come in," she yells back. while he walks in behind her she lowers the music on the radion standing on the night table besides her six foot tall mirror. "Just putting the finishing touch on my make up its my first day back to school, I want to look my best. Don't you?" she says while putting on some red lipstick. "I always look my best," he answers. She chuckles peering over her shoulder through the mirror looking at him she says, "my mother said a woman should always look her best, not to impress but for herself." he stares at his surrogate sister, hair whiter than snow, gorgeous plump lips red as blood and eyes blue like the ocean."You look beautiful but we're gonna be late," he says smiling. "Okay, let's go," she says grabbing his hand.;
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All the while being exited she kept her face expressionless the Malfoys were known for it, either that, and expression of disdain to other people, a look of boredom or the notorious Malfoy smirk. But in truth they are good people. They, the Malfoys, took me in when I was a child an treated me as their own and thats enough for me. When my family was alive the malfoys were good friend with them. Our families went way back. Before the massacer the royal family (my family), consisted of: my mother, Daenerys Ellaria Jada, the leader of the family whatever my father said she always had the final word anyway.; my father, Ulrich Marcellus Jada, he was the bussines man of the family he watched over our finances and made sure we always gave money to charity after all that was our name Jada means charity in Arabic and he threw the most magnificent balls to keep up appearances; my two older brothers, Noah Mason & Elijah Jensen, fraternal twins both 20 when they died. We were very close despite the massive age diffrence. They took care of me and I loved them for it.
We left Crabbe ang Goyle to put our trunks in the train. "Stay safe," was the only thing the Malfoy's said. We had said our goodbyes at the manor so no one would see us being emotional or weak as Luscius would put it. I grab Draco's arm and pull him softly towards the familiar train. We walk to our compartment ignoring all the noise of kids reuniting and the parents crying about being away from their children so long and the excitement of the first years. I feel my hand being tugged and I know its his way of telling me to walk faster or he'll get moody (pun not intended) so I walk faster.
Draco closes the door of the compartment behind me and I sigh in relief. "Welcome back bitches," says a voice in a fake American accent. I look up and standing there next to Blaise is Pansy, arms stretch awaiting me. I chuckle and welcome her embrace in a frendly hug. "The year hasn't even started yet and I already have a headache," Draco says in annoyed voice as he kisses Pansy's cheek "True," I say. "If I get stepped on again-- those stupid first years I swear--" we all laugh and take seat to wait for Crabbe & Goyle. So it's me Draco and Pansy on one side and Blaise would be with the other two.
I had the window seat. 'I always have the window seat,' I thought as the corners of my lips curbed into the ghost of a smile. I loved looking at the vew when we arrived it reminded me of my home and ever since I had jumped over his lap to stick my huge smily face on the widow in the lest pincessy way like the first year i was he alway gave me the window seat or made sure the others would. I smiled a little at that thought.
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The Blood Of A Royal
RandomBecause I was royal he thought I would be a perfect mate to carry out his bloodline. I had met him only once when i was just a kid. I didn't know that day would seal my fate... forever