A/N I'm hoping that this story ids the one that is going to end my writers block. Who knows?
As Draco entered the hospital, he was overwhelmed with the cold of the over-zealous persistent air conditioners, and what he liked to call the smell of death. The smell that one inhaled upon walking into a hospital, it was his least favorite smell. He stopped at the reception desk asking the shocking young woman with brown hair, and blue eyes where the room was.
He walked alone down the empty corridors of the hospitals. Past the nursery, past the wing of dying and sick people, and as he passed he counted, 1, 2, 3, 4, all the way until he had reached the number 26 people, and 26 babies. And as he walked he thought, how he never believed his mother, when she spoke such ludicrous thoughts.
There is a new birth for every death…(these are thoughts)
Well mom, I give you credit, you were actually right. He thought.
His shoes made a soft clicking noise as he walked down the hall. He looked at the piece of paper in his hand:
Narcissa Malfoy
Room 376
Floor nine, West Wing
Well this must be it he muttered, as he pushed the great heavy door open and walked in. He stared at her, cold and unmoving. Her pale skin was nearly glowing under the harsh overhead light. Draco moved to turn on the bedside lamp, and right after he flicked a much warmer, softer light filled the room. He turned and clicked off the other lights and sat in a small chair next to the bed.
Jesus father, what have you done to her this time! You bastard!
He continued to sit there momentarily, until his thoughts were briefly interrupted when Narcissa's eyes gently fluttered open, and a tear slid down her pale cheek.
'Draco!' She whispered with the most excitement one could whisper with.
'Mum!' said Draco with more enthusiasm than he had ever felt, he was glad that she was alive.
But much to his disappointment, her eyes slowly closed and she drifted back to sleep.
Draco gently lifted her small, fragile looking hand, and squeezed it. He rose slowly from his chair and kissed her gently on the forehead, before whispering 'I love you,' and turning to leave. But he stopped and turned around, and pulled a single white rose from his pocket. He whispered a small incantation that caused the rose only to die when she did, for he knew, that they both had only a small time left in this world. He took a small vase that a passing nurse had handed him, and placed the rose inside. And as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone again.
He again made the journey down the cold halls, heels clicking uncontrollably. When he finally reached the entrance he stepped out the sliding door, and took a deep breathe relieved to have been able to remove that smell from his lungs.
He apparated back home to Malfoy Manor, and entered the house slowly. He climbed the double stairs, as the realization dawned on him that he would be alone in the house tonight. He stopped and turned and ran back down the stairs and placed a few more protection charms on the Manor, and then decided that he was safe from any un-expected visitors for the time being.
He walked yet again down the halls of his overly large home, until he reached the large oak door with an oriental dragon carved from the bottom of the door that stopped at the very top. At the sight of it he relaxed, and pushed it open.
He entered his room, with black marble floors, and an incredible black marble fireplace. His bed was of dark cherry wood, adorned with the same pattern the door held. His dresser was the very same, and on the back was a large, vanity mirror, except the dragon that lined the edge was dry-brushed lightly with a luminescent silver. And the ceiling, the ceiling was his favorite part. It was like the one at Hogwarts, charmed to look like the sky.
Draco looked slowly around at his room, and the colors of his drapes, and the color of the hangings and sheets on his canopy bed. They were the darkest green that Draco had ever seen. But with a flick of his wand they all, faded and when they returned to color, they were a brilliant, dark shade of blue. It reminded him of his mother's eyes, it was perfect.
He sighed a deep sigh, like a million weights had just been lifted off of him. He removed his shirt, and walked over to his balcony. He stepped out into the moonlight to see all that would soon be his…acres and acres of land, and breathed another deep sigh. His platinum hair shone brightly in the sad light of the moon. Draco magically turned off the lights in his room with a flick of his wand, and with another ignited one hundred pure whit candles that lined the room.
He slowly walked to his bathroom, made of the same immaculate black marble. He went over to his lavish, and huge bathtub, and slowly turned the handle on the water faucet.
So much for fairy tales having a happy ending…He was about to remove the rest of his clothes, when he heard the loud, but beautiful sounding doorbell ring…
'Who would be calling at this hour! It's nearly 1A.M.' he thought.
He descended the stairs in a rush and quickly pulled a duplicate of his wand out of a cup near the door…. He pulled open the heavy door with much effort, and was shocked to see who was standing there…
A/N: there is going to be some more action in the next chapter this was more of a informational chapter, I suppose...Hope you like! R&R