Draco Malfoy sat on a small wooden chair near a blazing fireplace. It
was summer vacation, yet Malfoy Manor was extremely cold. These days with
Draco's father in Azkaban things around Malfoy Manor seemed to get colder,
but his mother seemed to try to bring warmth back into both of their lives.
He stared into the flames trying to think of what he was going to do. His
vacation was almost coming to an end. His mother was arranging a lot of get
togethers with her childhood friends. Today his mother had arranged one.
Draco hated these get togethers because he was forced to hang out with the
children that came. He would mostly take them up to his room and just sit
there on his bed, reading 'Brooms through the Ages'. The other kids would
look through his stuff and invade the privacy he needed after just loosing
his father. He didn't feel like himself, and just snapping at them when
they touched things. Now that his father was gone his nastiness had
definitely worn off a bit.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around. His mother was standing
there, her blonde hair falling into her face, and her dress was completely
black with a long slit on the side.
"Draco," she said sitting on the chair next to him, "Our guests will be coming soon." She embraced her son tightly. She was trying to brighten his days, but wasn't successful. Draco felt like a little child being hugged by his mother after getting a 'booboo'. He was trying to play along with his mother's ideas of lightening their days at home until they went back to Hogwarts.
"Then I should be getting ready now, shouldn't I?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. I asked a house elf to set your clothes out on your bed."
"Yes mother," he sighed and walked away. He followed the corridor until he found a small staircase that led right up into his room. He climbed the stairs quickly, familiar with where each stair was. When he was up he opened his door and went in, closing it, and locking it behind him.
"Young Master Malfoy," a house elf said stepping away from his bed, "Here are the clothes." And with that he scurried out of the room. Draco picked up the clothes from his bed and looked at them with disgust. They were the ones he hated, the navy blue ones that had the family crest on them. He rolled his eyes, and changed quickly. Then he looked in the mirror at what he looked like. He liked what he saw. There was a sudden hoot from behind him, and a loud tapping of glass. He turned and saw an ugly pug faced owl behind him.
"Pansy," he muttered to himself, and went to open the window. He untied the letter from the owl's leg and went to his bed to open the letter. Pansy's untidy writing was scrawled onto the paper. It read:
Dear Draco,
How I miss your letters. Why don't you write to me anymore? Whenever I get an owl I always hope that you sent me it, but I'm always unhappy because it isn't. I think our relationship is getting a bit old. You ignore me. I know I heard about your father, who hasn't? But yet I'm feeling a bit sick of you. Please reply to me.
Love (?) Pansy.
Draco folded the letter and threw it into the waste bin that was filled to the brim with other letters written by her. He decided he had to tell her that he never liked her in the first place and that he wanted out of their fake relationship. He pulled out parchment, a quill, and a little inkbottle from under his bed and began to write.
Dear Pansy,
This relationship has been over for a while. Actually I don't think there ever was a relationship with you in my opinion. I write this now because I'm sick of getting letters from you. Just stop. Do not reply to this one either. And I would be much happier if you left me alone for a while.
No love here, Draco.
Draco folded the letter and sent it away. He was happy he had sent it. He needed to get anger from things out, and this was definitely a good way. He only hoped that she wouldn't write back to him. Just then a house elf entered his room.
"The guests are here," he said.
"Right," Draco said standing up and going downstairs into the main entrance hall. When he got there was a mother and a daughter both sitting comfortably on a couch with his mother. He was sure he had seen the daughter in some of his classes and at the Slytherin table. He was greeted by a laugh from his mother and the girl's mother.
"He has grown so much," the other mother had said.
"Yes he has, the last time you saw him was when he was 3 years old right?" Draco's mother said.
"Yes it was! He was such a cute little toddler!" the lady said. Draco smiled weakly and sat down on the couch opposite them. His mother introduced him and the girl, and he showed her to his room.
In his room she sat on the bed. She was extremely pretty. She was part veela just like his mother. Draco wanted to impress her in some way.
"So Serena," he started, "How's your summer vacation been so far?"
"Fine," she said sitting next to him on the bed.
"Did you finish any of the homework?" he asked hopefully.
"I finished all of it. I was bored one day so I just finished it all."
"I haven't even started."
"I'll help you if you want me to," she said looking into his eyes.
"Alright," he said grinning. He got his homework from his desk drawer and they both sat on the ground, him writing, and her telling him hints and even some answers. He was grateful. In an hour they had finished the transfiguration homework and had moved onto the Potions homework. It was about Love Potions. He looked at her and she began telling him what to write.
"To find out who you love first look into his or her eyes." She said that staring into his eyes. "Then get out your-" she was cut of by the temptation to kiss him. His face was so close to hers, and he was so attractive. She looked down at the floor. Draco stared at her. He had also felt something. He looked at the floor too. He wanted to kiss her so badly. At the same time they both looked at each other and their faces got closer and closer. Draco met her lips and kissed them gently. He tried getting his tongue into her mouth, and she let him in. They rolled over in a heap on the ground. Then Serena pulled away and said something about Pansy.
"I left Pansy," Draco said, pulling her on top of him. She laughed weakly. "I'm not so sure you're telling the truth."
"I hate Pansy."
"Really?"
"Of co-" this time he was cut off by a kiss from Serena.
"Okay I believe you," she said, pulling away from him.
"Show me how much you believe me," he said crawling out from beneath her. She kissed him softly on the cheek.
"I think we should go downstairs because I might be going home soon."
"I don't think so, our mothers seem to be very talkative."
"Come on Draco," she said. She hit him playfully on the shoulder. He looked at her. She got up quickly. He followed. She ran out of the room and he ran out after her. She turned down a hall that led to the kitchen. He ran after her but bumped into a house elf. She laughed and then ran right into a house elf herself. Draco fell over laughing. She crawled to him on the ground. The both sat there. The house elves had tried shooing them out, but gave up, and left the kitchen. Serena pulled Draco to her. She felt him play with her hair and sighed.
"Look I have to go now," Serena said standing up.
"Don't," Draco said still laying on the ground.
"I must," she said, and with that she ran off.
YAY. I got my first chapter in. It's really weird. You see, I like putting in new characters in the story because I'm sick of the normal characters that are in Harry Potter. But I must make it clear that I did not invent the real characters and take no credit for them. Anyways, rate and review thanks!
"Draco," she said sitting on the chair next to him, "Our guests will be coming soon." She embraced her son tightly. She was trying to brighten his days, but wasn't successful. Draco felt like a little child being hugged by his mother after getting a 'booboo'. He was trying to play along with his mother's ideas of lightening their days at home until they went back to Hogwarts.
"Then I should be getting ready now, shouldn't I?" he asked quietly.
"Yes. I asked a house elf to set your clothes out on your bed."
"Yes mother," he sighed and walked away. He followed the corridor until he found a small staircase that led right up into his room. He climbed the stairs quickly, familiar with where each stair was. When he was up he opened his door and went in, closing it, and locking it behind him.
"Young Master Malfoy," a house elf said stepping away from his bed, "Here are the clothes." And with that he scurried out of the room. Draco picked up the clothes from his bed and looked at them with disgust. They were the ones he hated, the navy blue ones that had the family crest on them. He rolled his eyes, and changed quickly. Then he looked in the mirror at what he looked like. He liked what he saw. There was a sudden hoot from behind him, and a loud tapping of glass. He turned and saw an ugly pug faced owl behind him.
"Pansy," he muttered to himself, and went to open the window. He untied the letter from the owl's leg and went to his bed to open the letter. Pansy's untidy writing was scrawled onto the paper. It read:
Dear Draco,
How I miss your letters. Why don't you write to me anymore? Whenever I get an owl I always hope that you sent me it, but I'm always unhappy because it isn't. I think our relationship is getting a bit old. You ignore me. I know I heard about your father, who hasn't? But yet I'm feeling a bit sick of you. Please reply to me.
Love (?) Pansy.
Draco folded the letter and threw it into the waste bin that was filled to the brim with other letters written by her. He decided he had to tell her that he never liked her in the first place and that he wanted out of their fake relationship. He pulled out parchment, a quill, and a little inkbottle from under his bed and began to write.
Dear Pansy,
This relationship has been over for a while. Actually I don't think there ever was a relationship with you in my opinion. I write this now because I'm sick of getting letters from you. Just stop. Do not reply to this one either. And I would be much happier if you left me alone for a while.
No love here, Draco.
Draco folded the letter and sent it away. He was happy he had sent it. He needed to get anger from things out, and this was definitely a good way. He only hoped that she wouldn't write back to him. Just then a house elf entered his room.
"The guests are here," he said.
"Right," Draco said standing up and going downstairs into the main entrance hall. When he got there was a mother and a daughter both sitting comfortably on a couch with his mother. He was sure he had seen the daughter in some of his classes and at the Slytherin table. He was greeted by a laugh from his mother and the girl's mother.
"He has grown so much," the other mother had said.
"Yes he has, the last time you saw him was when he was 3 years old right?" Draco's mother said.
"Yes it was! He was such a cute little toddler!" the lady said. Draco smiled weakly and sat down on the couch opposite them. His mother introduced him and the girl, and he showed her to his room.
In his room she sat on the bed. She was extremely pretty. She was part veela just like his mother. Draco wanted to impress her in some way.
"So Serena," he started, "How's your summer vacation been so far?"
"Fine," she said sitting next to him on the bed.
"Did you finish any of the homework?" he asked hopefully.
"I finished all of it. I was bored one day so I just finished it all."
"I haven't even started."
"I'll help you if you want me to," she said looking into his eyes.
"Alright," he said grinning. He got his homework from his desk drawer and they both sat on the ground, him writing, and her telling him hints and even some answers. He was grateful. In an hour they had finished the transfiguration homework and had moved onto the Potions homework. It was about Love Potions. He looked at her and she began telling him what to write.
"To find out who you love first look into his or her eyes." She said that staring into his eyes. "Then get out your-" she was cut of by the temptation to kiss him. His face was so close to hers, and he was so attractive. She looked down at the floor. Draco stared at her. He had also felt something. He looked at the floor too. He wanted to kiss her so badly. At the same time they both looked at each other and their faces got closer and closer. Draco met her lips and kissed them gently. He tried getting his tongue into her mouth, and she let him in. They rolled over in a heap on the ground. Then Serena pulled away and said something about Pansy.
"I left Pansy," Draco said, pulling her on top of him. She laughed weakly. "I'm not so sure you're telling the truth."
"I hate Pansy."
"Really?"
"Of co-" this time he was cut off by a kiss from Serena.
"Okay I believe you," she said, pulling away from him.
"Show me how much you believe me," he said crawling out from beneath her. She kissed him softly on the cheek.
"I think we should go downstairs because I might be going home soon."
"I don't think so, our mothers seem to be very talkative."
"Come on Draco," she said. She hit him playfully on the shoulder. He looked at her. She got up quickly. He followed. She ran out of the room and he ran out after her. She turned down a hall that led to the kitchen. He ran after her but bumped into a house elf. She laughed and then ran right into a house elf herself. Draco fell over laughing. She crawled to him on the ground. The both sat there. The house elves had tried shooing them out, but gave up, and left the kitchen. Serena pulled Draco to her. She felt him play with her hair and sighed.
"Look I have to go now," Serena said standing up.
"Don't," Draco said still laying on the ground.
"I must," she said, and with that she ran off.
YAY. I got my first chapter in. It's really weird. You see, I like putting in new characters in the story because I'm sick of the normal characters that are in Harry Potter. But I must make it clear that I did not invent the real characters and take no credit for them. Anyways, rate and review thanks!
