It wasn't often that the Malfoy heir was seen wandering down forbidden halls in Malfoy Manor, but today was once of those days. Dobby tugged on his ears as he tried to tell himself that the young master didn't mean to be bad, that he was just curious. But curious or not, Dobby knew his duty to his Master and vanished with a small pop, his big eyes being the last thing visible.
Young Draco Malfoy didn't know that he had been seen, or the fate that was about to be set into motion. He knew this hallway was forbidden, but his six year old mind reasoned that there was something that he wanted here, but couldn't have yet that his parents were hiding in a room here. And Malfoys always got what they wanted, at least, that's what his father always said. Giggling happily at the scowling portraits on the walls that were telling him to go back, he finally saw a door. Grinning in glee, he ran to the door and grabbed the knob, only to find it locked, and it sent a shock through his small frame. Yelping, Draco fell back on his bottom and scowled at the offending door.
He got up rather quickly for one so young who had just been dealt a not so mild electric shock charm. Fury shook his small frame and he kicked the door, yelping again when pain shot through his foot. But pain turned to surprise as a soft click sounded and the door opened just a crack. Draco hesitated, before curiosity won out and he slipped through the door and shut it behind him.
Turning around, the small boy gave a gasp of surprise at the sight in front of him. A teenage girl was lying on a majestic bed that was fitting for the most prized pureblood families. She was more beautiful than any pureblood, or anyone for that matter, that Draco had yet to meet. Her soft cream skin seemed to glow in the dim of the room, contrasting to her dark brown hair. Stepping closer, it occurred to Draco that while this girl was sleeping, he had never seen her around the manor before. Gathering his courage, he took the last steps up to the side of the bed. It was then his young eyes took in the small details he had missed from the door. Pointed ears peaked out from her hair, her cheeks were high and sharper than even his mother's, and the girl had a tiny bits of red around her eyes and cheeks that was darker than any makeup he had seen the ladies at his mother's balls wear.
Slowly Draco reached out, and childishly touched her nose. The fair face scrunched up, causing him to jerk back his hand, and forest green eyes flickered into view. "Who-?" Her voice cracked and she coughed harshly, curling onto her side. Draco glanced around anxiously, and seeing a glass and pitcher of water, he carefully poured, only managing to spill a little of the clear liquid.
Offering the glass, Draco gave a hesitant smile. "Draco, miss. Draco of the most Noble house Malfoy, heir apparent." He said, proud of his proper introduction.
"Malfoy?" She downed the glass before handing it back. "Tell me, heir Malfoy, how long have I been asleep?" Her eyes locked with his, a frown set on her pretty face.
Draco blinked stupidly at the girl. "I don't understand. I only just found this room. I'm actually not allowed down here, but I thought mother and father were hiding something from me that was mine."
"Really?" The girl seemed humored by this information . "Let's try this then. Do you know what year it is?"
Draco wasn't sure if his face could frown any further. Was there something wrong with the girl, that she even forgot the date? For all that she was pretty, she sure was stupid. "It is May 16th, 1987, of course. How could you forget something like that?"
The girl's eyes flashed. "Five years?" She gaped at him. "Are you sure?"
Draco was utterly confused. "Of course I'm sure! My tutor has taught me dates and times well, I would not easily forget what the date was!" He didn't like this girl, he decided. She was too stupid for even him! He stomped his foot in irritation. "Can't you be more interesting? For all that you are pretty, you sure are stupid." There. Now he told her how he felt.
" Stupid, huh? Tell me, boy, ever heard of the Feá? "
Feá? Weren't they in mother's night time stories? "Of course. Every wizarding family knows who the Feá are. Most powerful magical creatures, except wizards of course, who can bind their magic to wizards they serve until they find their bondmate. They are told as love stories that don't exist."
"Don't exist? Or course we exist! What do you think I am, human?!" The last was a high shrill that Draco flinched away from. Now that she mentioned it, she did look weird for a human. " I have been sleeping in hibernation for five years because, and I'm just assuming, that the wizard I supported has fallen. Tell me, do you know of the Dark Lord? "
Draco blanched away, taking several steps. "The Dark Lord died October 31st, 1981 to Harry Potter." His mouth gave the facts everyone knew willingly.
" Harry Potter? " she asked darkly. "Do you know what happened to this Harry Potter?" She spat out the name as if it was poison, glaring at the carpet.
" Professor Dumbledore said that he is safe away from wizards and will come back when it is time. " Draco murmered. "Our family looked into adopting Harry Potter as his parents where killed, but the Ministry said that he is not up for adoption and he is safe." He looked up at her sadly. " do you have Harry? I always wanted to be his friend. I've been waiting patiently for us to turn eleven so that we can meet at Hogwarts! " Draco gave the stupid girl his best pleading look, and her gaze seemed to soften.
"How old are you?" She asked softly, seeking to forget her apparent anger.
" Six! " Draco said excitedly, glad for the change of topic to himself. "I turn seven on June 5th!"
She smiled at him. "I see. Well young Malfoy, I apologize for my behavior if I scared you. I did not mean to. But I have a feeling that you'll be leaving soon." She yawned. "So tired." She mumbled, curling back up on the bed.
"You can't go to sleep now!" Draco exclaimed, offended . "You never even told me your name!"
A soft laugh came from the covers. "Call me Mae, young one. Good night. I hope we meet again the next time I wake."
"Wha-" Draco's words were cut short by a small pop and a growl of outrage. Turning slowly, Draco saw none other than Dobby, wringing his hands next to his furious father.
"I thought I made it clear that this hall was forbidden!" His father hissed.
Draco stammered for words, all signs of his previous courage forgotten. "F-father! I-I was ju-just curious. I'm sorry!"
" Stop that bloody stammering. It's unbecoming of a Malfoy to stammer. " the older Malfoy paused, glancing at the bed before narrowing his gaze at his son. "What did you do? Why did you move her?!"
Draco frowned, glancing at the bed. "I didn't move her, Father." Draco said slowly. "I talked with her when she woke up."
"Woke up, don't be ridiculous Draco! That girl hasn't been awake in over five years, I hardly doubt she woke up for you!" The elder Malfoy grabbed his son roughly by the arm. " Dobby, take us to my study immediately. "
Draco yelped as they were suddenly in his father's study, which was never a good thing. Few good things ever happened in this room, and tears started rolling down his face unbiden. "I'm telling the truth Father!" Before he knew it he was over his father's knee, and a few resounding smacks fell on his behind.
" Enough of this Draco! Just admit you were wrong, but don't you EVER lie to me! " a couple more smacks followed his statement.
"I'm not lying!" Draco yelled, shaking from the sobs of pain wracking his small frame. "She asked about the Dark Lord, we talked about Feá, my birthday, and she even told me her name was Mae!" The hand froze mid -stroke, before Draco was quickly reset on his feet.
"Mae, you say?" Draco nodded, wiping his face roughly, trying to quiet his sobs. His father hated tears. "And she asked about the Dark Lord? " The elder Malfoy regarded his son critically, before making up his mind. "Draco, you must listen to me. That girl is a revered guest here, but she is extremely dangerous. You may visit her, but only with express permission from myself, and then you will be supervised by a house elf, so you understand?"
" Yes, father. "
"Good. Now find your mother and apologize. She has the elves searching everywhere for you."
The young boy nodded, sniffing one last time before leaving the hated office in search of his frantic mother.
Inside the office, one Lucius Malfoy pondered his son's words, and the girl sleeping in a hidden room. A room that had been heavily sealed, so not even accidental magic could have opened it, though he would let his son believe it. But Feá magic... It was possible that the Dark Lord's right hand might finally have chosen a soulbond, no matter how young he currently was.
Thank you so much for reading! I have several chapters written already, just posting one a week to give me time to write more! Please review! Draco will age quickly, I promise.