A/N: There are some slightly romantic situations with some of the older death eaters in the future of this story. Mainly Lucius Malfoy and maybe some Snape or Rudolphus Lestrange. I'm not too sure yet, I want to see how you like these first.
The hot steam from the train blew right over me, hiding me from my friends who walked ahead of me. I found myself groaning when I looked at the soot that was now soaking into my cloak but pressed on.
"Hermione! Wait up!" I called, jogging a bit to meet them where they stopped. "You can't just think you're not saying bye!" I giggled, pulling her into a hug as she denied my allegations.
"Of course not Isolde!" she chortled, grabbing Harry and Ron by the sleeves and turning them to face me.
"You three are lucky, you get to go home! I have to go to bloody Malfoy Manor! For most of my summer even!" I groaned sarcastically, watching as Harry rolled his eyes. "It's ridiculous! You have to go stay with a family under the roof of a man who is being tried for being a Deatheater.. You better be careful." Harry lectured me, ruffling my hair and grabbing me up in his arms.
"The same to you Harry.. Write me?" I knew he wouldn't write, he had a lot to deal with but I could still write to him.
"Course." he murmured into my long, light brown hair as he pulled back and handed me off to Ron.
"I am not one bit comfortable with you going to stay with them. You'll have to come over sometime. We can all get together and get you away from them.." Ron was the most upset about me staying with the Malfoy's. Hermione knew I was clever and would keep out of trouble, Harry trusted me but did not trust Malfoy's or anyone else in contact with them, but Ron was fervent when he heard, and the news traveled like fire through the Order. I had letters from Fred and George, Lupin, Molly Weasly, Tonks, and even Kingsley Shacklebolt. They all suggested that I just stay with them for the summer. Of course I denied them all, I had to, it was my parents wish that I stay "somewhere safe" for the holidays since they weren't going to be around for a long while. Whatever their definitions of safe was it had to be severely distorted. When I told my favorite Gryffindors I was sure this would be the one thing to set me over and I would no longer be there friends. First, I'm a pure-blooded Slytherin, then we find out my parents are Deatheaters, and now I am fraternizing with the enemy.
"Have a safe trip home." I called to them with waves as I made my way to the column I had promised to meet Draco at. The Golden Trio knew I was once friends with Draco, and even though out friendship slowly trickled into a void since childhood they knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to me, that he knew about. He was protective over me, like many of my friends were, and we hadn't even talked for years except, "Pass the fire whiskey." at his parties I was forced to attend. When he approached me we put on the façade that his father would want to see, kissing each others cheeks and he took my luggage, but really we spoke no words other than hello.
Malfoy's mother, Narcissa, of course did not show up, she had better things to do, like look in the mirror. I scoffed at the thought but put on a friendly yet completely fictional smile for Lucius. Never, in my life, had I been able to not smile around him, he was unbelievably handsome and I hated it.
"Ah, Hello Isolde." he gave me a Malfoy man smirk and took my hands, kissing my cheeks lightly and looking me over. The familiar blush crept over my skin and I tried to hide it but he held my chin still,
"You have grown even more beautiful. Such a young woman now.." he drifted off, I was thankful but couldn't help and turn to look at what he was staring at now. His eyes flickered from my eyes to something behind us uneasily, but when I looked exactly where he was staring there was nothing or no one there. Instead of inquiring I shrugged it off, knowing I shouldn't get in his business.
"How was school this year?" Lucius asked once we were inside of the Manor.
"Oh it was alright, not to insufferable. I passed everything though." I smiled politely, though in my mind I was thinking how rude Draco was being.
"With flying colors I'm sure." he chuckled softly, but turned away from me, telling Draco to take me to my room for the summer.
"Now, if you'll excuse me. Dinner will be at seven, formal attire if you please. Right now I have some business to attend to." he excused himself, and I had to hurry to follow my floating trunk.
"Formal dinner?" I queried, jogging after Draco, who apparently thought he could go faster than me, though I was Slytherin's quidditch star. I played the position of Beater and I loved it, I wouldn't trade it for any other position, it gave me the self satisfaction of protecting people as well as the ability to get my anger out. Being in quidditch meant that I had to stay in shape, and I was probably the most bent on exercise out of the whole lot, I ran loads more than they did, and long distances to build strength and perseverance. "Yes, a couple of my father's friends will be here tonight to join us for a funeral dinner." he answered smartly, with a sneer that made me glare until I comprehended what he said.
"Funeral?" I asked, I didn't really even care about the friends coming, though they would most definitely be death eaters.
"Yes, my mother died a couple nights ago." he replied robotically, it drove me crazy.
"A couple nights ago?! Dear Merlin Draco what happened?! I had no idea! How are you doing?" I asked quickly, stopping him on the stairs and looking up into his face. "Yes a couple nights ago, she killed herself. You probably didn't know because it would be out in the open and many horrid things would ripple off from that. Firstly all the woman coming to my dad more than they do now, people would think my father killed her, or people would make up stupid stories about why she did it. And I'm fine as well as my father. We are both fine." his voice was monotone and I couldn't help but let my lip quiver. He wasn't showing any reaction, even as the harsh words flew from his lips, not one emotion crossed his face, also I had just been thinking badly of her, she was beautiful and I was jealous of her life, and now she is dead. I feel horrible.
"Oh, Draco.." I whispered, but he started walking again, stopping at a door and handing me a key,
"This is your room. My room is right there," he pointed to the door right beside my own, "And my father's room is right across there." he showed me a grand door across the balcony way that overlooked the first and second floors and I nodded. "Alright, dinner at seven. I'll be here promptly, remember, very formal." he left after leaving my trunk at the end of my bed and gave me time to exam the room.