"𝔸 lie may take care of the present but it has no future"
When disembarking the Hogwarts Express, Draco Lucius Malfoy meets the most dashing young woman. She was just a regular maid who would serve his family for the rest of her life.
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I lay in bed wide-awake for hours on end. By the time I noticed my turmoil, it was already three in the morning.
I couldn't help myself. I was too curious about Malfoy Manor's new resident. The image of her fearful eyes and fretful stance made me want to help her, to hold her in my arms and speak soothing words to her.
Ugh. Have I gone soft? The Draco Lucius Malfoy, caring for some insolent girl.
Well, I wouldn't really mind if I got to help her. She was sweet and warm underneath the terrified cover. Maybe if I were nice she would open up. Explain her secrets with me. She would show me her quirks and possibly laugh. I bet her laugh was heavenly.
Tossing and turning I decide to go to my father's office, maybe he could help me. Probably not, but worth a try. The curtains on my grand window glowed slightly due to the coming sun. I slip on a dark green robe over my sleepwear. I only had on a tattered shirt and long sweat pants along with the robe and it did nothing to keep the bloody chill out. I shiver slightly when I come into contact with the undisturbed air around the corridor.
Padding footsteps was the only sound I allowed myself to make, too afraid to set off any of the sleeping portraits that would rat me out to my parents. I slip into the far reaches of the house to find the door to my father's office cracked open ever so slightly.
Delightful.
I can't do any magic since it would be highly difficult to get through all of the endless enchantments he probably has. I open the door to see his blinds drawn open showing the first rays of the morning. The sun was usually covered in clouds this time of year. It was nice to finally get some light on my pale white skin. I make my way over to his large leather chair. Its backrest was at least six feet tall.
Dominance and control exuded from every stitch sown into the overly large chair. Files and miscellaneous papers were thrown about. Books of varying sizes rested on the tan fabric couch in the corner of the room. Dust covered any available surface.
Had the girl not come and cleaned in here? I sat in the chair closing my eyes for a second as the familiar scent of the cologne my father wore washed over me. He was a crooked man but nonetheless my parent. I couldn't turn my back on them, even though we are on the wrong side of things. I peer at his desk fiddling with the multiple quills he had laying about. Most of them had probably cost ten galleons or more, only the finest for the Malfoy family.
An open file rested in front of me. Curiosity got the better of me as I scuffle through them. Ministry paper after ministry paper, could this man get anymore boring? Then I saw a picture of our maid, no older than ten maybe. She was smiling lovingly into the camera. Her tiny arms were spread wide open as she laughed slightly and behind her stood a two-story house. Random people walked behind her, as she appeared to be standing in the street. But her radiant smile was so innocent... so pure.
