Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Establishing friendships.

It's the first day where I wasn't summoned by the Dark Lord early in the damn morning. I jump out of bed and walk down to the kitchen to look for some food.

I open the fridge and see some eggs and cheese, so I decide to make myself some breakfast. I look through the cupboards above and below in search of seasoning, cookware and dishes.
I guess I was making too much noise as I saw ...Binky? running up from the basement.

"M-Miss! I can m-make you br-breakfast." He runs over to me and grabs the utensils out of my hands. "I-I will c-cook it f-for you, M-Miss." He quickly begins to cook my food for me. I take a seat on a stool and lean on the kitchen counter.

"Binky?" He answers, "Yes, M-Miss?"
Ok, so that is his name.

I ask, "Am I the only person living here?" He nods. "What happened to Deveroux?" He replies, "H-he moved o-out when y-you arrived." "Oh," I look around the kitchen and see that Deveroux was living on the wealthy side. So I wondered why Binky was only wearing cloth covering?

I run up the stairs and grab a plain, long sleeve shirt from the closet and run back to the kitchen.

"Here you go, Binky." I walk over to him and hand him the shirt. He looks up to me, completely shocked. He drops the food on the ground. I jump back to prevent the hot oil from splashing on me.

"Y-you have pro-provided Binky with cl-clothing, Miss!" He stares at me. I shrug my shoulders, "I mean, that's why you're stuttering right? You're cold?"

His eyes widen, "Y-you care f-for Binky, M-Miss?" I chuckle, "Well yeah? If we're the only ones in this house, then we can be friends right?"

Binky smiles and grabs the shirt from my hands, "Y-yes, M-Miss! Friends!" He quickly puts it on and hugs himself, I guess enjoying the warmth it provides him.

I smile, "Just call me Miss Joy."

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Breakfast was fulfilling and I got to talk with Binky. I let him eat at the table with me and he seems to be enjoying the shirt, since he's no longer stuttering.

I get up to my room and lay down on the bed. I could fall asleep again if it weren't for another cold gust of wind.

"Well, since it seems your training is no longer needed. I have found something else for you to do instead." Voldemort stands before me. I sit up and swing my legs to dangle on the edge of the bed. I respond, "Alright, what is it?"

"You're going to school."

I stand up to yell, "School? School?! What's the point of me going to school if I know everything I already need to know?!"

He cackles, "Silly girl, you will not be there to learn. You will be there to observe." He placed his hand behind his back, "Draco Malfoy has been asked to complete dire tasks. It is your job to make sure he does so." I scoff, "So I'm supposed to babysit him? I am not playing babysitter." I sink back onto the bed.

"You will do as you're told, Joy." I roll my eyes. "I need to make this clear, that you will not, under any circumstances, help him to complete his tasks. Do you understand?" He speaks in a thundering tone.
I furrow my eyebrows, "I'm not a fucking idiot, you bloke. You don't need to ask that after every demand."

"So where does he go to school?"
"Hogwarts." I look up to him and laugh, "You expect me to sneak into Hogwarts? That creaky old castle?" I laugh even louder, "Wouldn't it be alarming for your heir to suddenly be a new student when I would be in my what.. sixth year? Coming in the second half of the school year? Not to mention, everyone knows I'm you're heir?"

Suddenly, Severus Snape apparates into my bedroom.
Voldemort turns to him as he arrives, "Severus here can help with that."