The dark green and black walls of Draco's bedroom had not changed since his first year at Hogwarts. Unlike most teenage wizards his age, he did not despise this – but found it oddly comforting. He ran his fingers over the dark wooden window frames and shook his head at the dust collecting on his fingertips. 'Draco!' the harsh sound of Luscious' voice echoed through the empty corridors of Malfoy Manor. 'Draco! Come here at once!' The blonde haired boy tore open his mahogany door and made his way to his Father.
'Why did it take you so long, boy? I do not expect to wait, when I call you!' Draco stepped into the wide open gardens, and shivered slightly at the crisp air. 'Sorry, father. I got held up. It won't happen again.' The short, sharp sounds of Lucius Malfoy's walking stick hitting the panelling filled Draco's ears. He tore his gaze off his father for a moment, in realization a large, royal looking; black carriage was pulling itself into the gateway. Lucius followed Draco's movement and signed. 'Ah! My dear boy, this is what I called you to talk about!' He held a tight firm on Draco's shoulder as the carriage door opened slightly.
Out of it, stepped a boy. Not much older than Draco, with a person held tightly in his grip, blanket covering they're body with their head resting on his shoulder. The boy looked up, 'Lucius! I have brought her to you and Nacrissa, as requested'. He peeled the girl off his shoulders, and much to Draco's surprise, had put all of the girl's body into his arms. Draco grabbed the girl suddenly, before she could fall to the ground and steadied himself, confused. 'Thank you, Zabini. Will there be anything else we should know, before we continue on?' Lucius questioned politely. At this, Zabini shuffled on his heels, and looked up nervously. 'Well, sir. She has had a rough past, apparently. I do not know much, but I am aware she has been told to put a complete trust in you. There will be nothing to fear, sir.' Lucius put a firm grip onto Zabini's shoulder, 'thank you.' He nodded curtly and stepped back into the carriage. Draco watched as the black metal, pulled itself away and disappeared into the windy morning sky. He drew his eyes down to the sleeping girl in his arms. She was not a child, that's for sure, but more – his age. 'Draco, take the girl upstairs. First door on your right, come back down immediately afterwards. Go, now. Go on.' As requested, Draco took the girl upstairs, to the first door on his right. He had never been in here, for it had always been forbidden, but who was he to know why.
He placed the sleeping body on the mattress in the room and looked around. It was almost the same as his, black and dark green walls, black dressers, and a black mattress. But, something or other, seemed different. He couldn't quite place on it, directly. But something was different. Focusing now, on the girl that lay in front of him did he truly notice her sleeping form. Her hair was beautiful, a deep ebony black that fell to her waist in slight curls. Her plump red lips, stood out against her flawless pale complexion. Her eyelashes slightly curled upwards when her eyes were shut, and she had slight freckles that were dotted carefully around her nose. His eyes travelled downwards as to what she was wearing, he pulled the black comforter off her front, and left her laying on it. A dark green Slytherin quidditch t-shirt clung to her curves in all the right places, and a pair of baggy flared out jeans were hugging her hips. Tattered black worn converse where covering her feet and suddenly the girl reminded Draco of somebody he once knew.
Somebody he thought he would never see again.
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