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I began writing this a year ago, and I rewrote it again. I thought it was way too cliche and typical, so I changed characters, and a bit of the story line. I hope you like it!
The eighteen year old Eira Frost is a pure-blood graduate from Durmstrang who's escaped to Britain due to an incident. She seeks refuge in the Malfoy residence.
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Her long, ash blonde hair covered the pillow on which her head lay. Her eyelids hid her hazel brown eyes, the eyes which could turn from kind to cruel within a second. He found her to look like an innocent child where she lay; there were no twisted smile on her lips, or a twinkle in her eye. It was just her. It was simply Eira.
'I know that you're watching me,' she suddenly said with her eyes still closed.
'I'm not,' He said softly, trying to sound as charming as he possibly could when being caught off guard.
'Yes you are,' She opened her eyes, looking straight into his own gray.
'I'm not watching you, I'm observing,' He stated whilst feeling uncomfortably cheesy straight away. She looked straight through his bad flirting; only looking at him in disbelief.
'I'd expect better than that,'
'Shut up,' she laughed at his two words. A laughter which always made him grin. It was so bubbly and childlike, nothing like the girl it belonged to.
'Make me,' she whispered into his ear. In effort to do so, he pressed his lips against hers. As the kiss grew more intense instantly, she placed herself on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress.
She broke the kiss after a few minutes before he (or she herself) wanted it to end, and ran off into the bathroom to take a shower, with him staring longingly after her.
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'Good morning, mother,' Draco said amiably to his mother who sat in the dining room, eating her perfectly cooked breakfast.
'Do you know where Eira is?' She asked monotonously.
'No,' He lied as he sat down on one of the big, empty manor chairs. They looked as if they belonged more in a castle than in a dining room.
'A letter arrived for her this morn-,'
'For me?' Eira interrupted as she entered the enormous dining room, her wet hair dangling around her angelic face.
'Yes,' Narcissa Malfoy said, a bit taken aback at the sudden, impolite entrance of the young girl. Once the letter had arrived within the hands of Eira, it was ripped open by her pale fingers, almost as if in sheer panic.
The letter was handwritten by her mother-she would notice the cursive handwriting anywhere. It only contained one line, one line which made her heart drop a thousand miles.
They are coming. Run.
Eira gasped at the words. She read them at least ten times before the message properly went into her head. She knew it was just a matter of time before she would receive a warning, but she had no idea it would be today.
She left the dining hall in favor of her own room in a sudden movement, where privacy lay. She knew she should have made a swifter exit, in order to avoid suspicion from the Malfoys. She did not trust them, especially not Narcissa or Lucius, they looked at her as if she was a true blood traitor. Draco was the only one who eyed her with interest and curiosity, something she loved to play along with. This was the only magical family in the whole of Britain her mother knew it was safe for Eira to stay for a long period of time, especially since her mother had knowledge about Narcissa and Lucius, something she had used to blackmail the pair. It was probably the completely wrong thing to do, but these were desperate times, and her mother did everything in her power to keep her daughter safe.
She shut the door after herself, careful not to sound upset or afraid. After all, she had only told the house owners that she was visiting the country on a mission for the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, which was a pure lie. It was more like running from the Ministry than working for it, and now, they had found her.
A soft knock was heard on her door, one she recognized quite easily. She hurried over to the door to let Draco into her room. She noticed that he understood something had happened as she could see the worry in his silver eyes.
'What's wrong?' He asked.
She did not want to answer him, and replied by turning her back to him, wanting him to leave so she could pack her things and apparate away from this place.
'Eira, I saw the way you ripped that envelope open, and how you gasped at the words.' She turned around at his words, annoyed at his curiosity and worry.
'Draco, it's nothing,' She felt a sense of annoyance building up, as she did not want to involve anyone else more than necessary.
'You're lying,'
'No, I am certainly not,'
'Then show me the letter,' He said coolly, giving her a cold stare with his equally cold coloured eyes.
'No.' She replied, holding the letter behind her back. 'You have no business in any of it,'
'Eira, I am not simply curious. I am simply worried. I saw the true panic and fear in your eyes.'
'Draco,' She pleaded, 'Stay out of it.'
'Tell me the truth,'
'No,'
'What are you scared of?'
'Stop it,' She said stubbornly.
'I know how it feels,' He whispered, 'Just talk to me, plainly talk to me,'
'Draco. You don't. And, I do not wish to share this information with anyone who has no business in it whatsoever. I am sorry for being harsh, but this has nothing to do with you.'
'Eira, you must understand. Whatever it is, you know you can trust me. I might be able to help you.' He said with worry covering every word in his phrase.
'This has nothing to do with trust, my dear.' Mocking the tone of his voice.
'Then what is it?'
'Leave it, Draco.' She said strictly, staring him in the eye. She felt she had been too harsh; she could see the pain in his eyes, and how she was the one who caused it. Although, she did not actually feel remorse for him, she realized he might be useful in the future.
'I'm sorry,' She lied, 'I just want to keep this to myself, alright?'
He seemed to think at her words, but replied, contrary to her belief.
'Okay.' He took a step towards her, and kissed her forehead. 'Just be careful, okay?'
'Always am.' She whispered. He kissed her lips carefully, and she kissed him back, with more force. Once the kiss developed into something more deep, he began to push her towards the bed. She knew how wrong it was, to make him fall for her, but she didn't know he would, until he made the first move a few weeks after she moved in. And it wouldn't hurt, to have a little fun, right?
You probably have a lot of questions about this chapter, don't worry. They will be answered as the story progresses. :)
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