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Chapter One: Grave

It was a foggy day, no wonder (Y/n) couldn't see through her room's windows. She sighed, today, her mother wanted to visit her sister Narcissa after being locked up for ages in Azkaban. It was kind of sweet, though, but she also made (Y/n) go with her.

Not that she was complaining, either. But what if they didn't like her? Her mother Bellatrix was always telling her that that was nonsense, that a person who didn't like her daughter must be a filthy git, filthier than those filthy Mudbloods.

"(Y/n) dear, are you ready?" She heard her mother yell from downstairs.

"Just a second, Mama. Let me get dressed and I'll be there" She shouted.

She quickly unwrapped the towel that was covering her delicate body and digged through her closet. 'I don't have anything to wear!' She thought, still digging through the enormous closet. She finally found a simple yet elegant black dress and put it on, skillfully zipping up the zipper on her back.

She then slipped on her black high heels. She applied a bit of lip gloss on her slightly chapped lips and just let her (h/c) hair flow through her shoulders.

(Y/n) looked at the mirror and she looked gorgeous as ever. Her black dress reached her mid-thigh and her high heels just made her legs look longer. Unlikely her mother, she was the definition of true beauty, and she was secretly thankful for it.

She took her wand and ran downstairs, meeting with her mother who was patiently sitting on a black leather couch.

When Bellatrix saw (Y/n) she stood up and walked to her and casted a spell to hide a mark on (Y/n)'s forehead.

"Now that's better" She laughed.

(Y/n) and Bellatrix held hands and they disappeared, quickly apparating to the Malfoy Manor.

***

As they arrived to the gates, Bellatrix wildly flicked her wand, making them and the doors open.

When they entered the manor, (Y/n) looked around. It looked more or less like theirs, but this was a lot darker.

"Sissy!" Her mother's obnoxious yell snapped her out of her thoughts. "Bellatrix! It's been ages!" Narcissa gasped, hugging her sister.

(Y/n) shyly stood behind her mother. "Oh my! Who's this beautiful young lady we have here?" Narcissa asked placing her hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"That's my lovely daughter, (Y/n) Lestrange!" She said. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy" She smiled. "Oh no! You can call me Narcissa!"

Then, Narcissa lead them to a living room. (Y/n) saw a man reading The Daily Prophet and a boy, maybe a bit older than her, sitting near the fireplace.

"Lucius, Draco! Come here and introduce yourselves to (Y/n)!" They stood up and walked towards them. Lucius gave a cold glare at Bellatrix while he shook hands with (Y/n). Draco on the other hand, scanned (Y/n) from head to toe.

"This is my sister's husband Lucius and his son Draco" Bella announced. Draco smirked and also shook (Y/n)'s hand after his father. He couldn't believe that he had a cousin that pretty.

(Y/n) met Draco's gaze and made eye contact with him, smiling. "We better eat now, the elfs have alredy prepared lunch" Lucius said annoyed.

They all made their way to the dining room. (Y/n) could feel that someone was watching her, but she eventually shrugged the feeling off. As they sat on the table, they started eating.

(Y/n) sat next to Draco; Narcissa, Bellatrix and Lucius in front of them. "Mum, are (Y/n) and aunt Bella going to stay for the rest of the Christmas break?" Draco asked.

(Y/n) stopped eating the roast duck and looked at her mother. "Mama, we can't stay here. Our things are still in our manor..." (Y/n) said.

"The elfs can get it for us. Don't you want to stay? It would be lovely if you and Draco could spend more time together to know each other" Her mother said while looking at Draco, whom now was smirking.

"Lovely..." (Y/n) sighed.

"Don't worry, (Y/n). We'll have lots of fun!" Draco laughed. Then Draco did a thing she did not expect, he rested his hand on (Y/n) knee and slowly slid his hand upwards. Then he squeezed her inner-thigh, making her gasp and stand up.

"I'm done. The food was delicious" (Y/n) muttered, leaving the dining room.

Great, now she was stuck in his cousin's manor, who seemed to be a total jerk.