Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and his posse. I only own Juliet,
Paige, and Kylie.
Author's note: This takes place in Harry's third year
Draco Malfoy stared out of the dark dusty window in his room. The maids were not allowed to come in his room. He had made sure of it. A lot had changed since his father had went into Azkaban. His mother and father had gotten divorced. He no longer was allowed to get away with what ever he wanted. Although he was his father's favorite child his mother would always favor his sisters, Juliet and Paige. His father sent his sisters away to boarding school a few years ago. In fact the last time he saw them was the day they started school at Crystalon, another British wizarding school, they had the option of full year schooling. His father didn't seem to like Paige and Juliet too much. Juliet had a tendency to buck the system. Paige was sick and always needed special care. Draco didn't like to think about his sisters. To him they didn't exist. They hadn't been around for the past four years when they started school. He learned not to think about them.
" Draco?" a voice said through the door.
" Yes, mum?" he answered not really caring what she wanted to say.
" It is breakfast. Come downstairs." She answered slowly opening the door.
" I don't care. I am not hungry." Draco answered coldly knowing this would hurt his mother. Narcissa didn't seem to notice his tone of voice. Her thoughts were obviously on something else entirely.
" Draco, I expect you downstairs in fifteen minutes. I have someone downstairs I would like you to meet. Two people I would like you to see. Don't disobey me, Draco." Narcissa said as she left the dark room and headed down a long spiral staircase.
Draco shuttered at the thought of the people downstairs waiting to meet him. Last time he had visitors, it was mother trying to cheer him up by hiring a muggle clown person. It had cheered him up though to see the clown run in fear of his life from the house. Draco was punished two weeks for that one though. He finally gave up. He closed the door to his room and headed down the long spiral staircase to the kitchen. His mother and Kylie the servant's daughter were in the kitchen drinking tea. " Draco your guests are in the parlor," Narcissa answered not bothering to look at Draco. Draco noticed Kylie get up from her chair at the table. Kylie was Draco's friend at the manor but at school they did not talk or even acknowledge each other because Kylie was a Gryffindor.
Too bad she had to go all Gryffindor on us. Draco thought. Kylie was actually a fairly decent person once you got past the fact that she was Gryffindor. Draco shook his head. He didn't want Kylie to realize he was thinking of her. Draco swore Kylie could read minds even though he couldn't prove it. Kylie looked at Draco and smiled. She obviously knew who was in the other room. Draco liked her smile. It went well with her deep purple eyes and her long auburn hair. Draco continued on to the parlor. He slowly opened the door to find that it was pitch black except for a small corner by the arm chair where a small oil lamp was lit. Oh no, he thought. It can't be.
A/N: So what do you think? My friend, Jaime *cough* said the chapters didn't have good endings. So I tried a cliff hanger. So there, Jaime. Please review.
Author's note: This takes place in Harry's third year
Draco Malfoy stared out of the dark dusty window in his room. The maids were not allowed to come in his room. He had made sure of it. A lot had changed since his father had went into Azkaban. His mother and father had gotten divorced. He no longer was allowed to get away with what ever he wanted. Although he was his father's favorite child his mother would always favor his sisters, Juliet and Paige. His father sent his sisters away to boarding school a few years ago. In fact the last time he saw them was the day they started school at Crystalon, another British wizarding school, they had the option of full year schooling. His father didn't seem to like Paige and Juliet too much. Juliet had a tendency to buck the system. Paige was sick and always needed special care. Draco didn't like to think about his sisters. To him they didn't exist. They hadn't been around for the past four years when they started school. He learned not to think about them.
" Draco?" a voice said through the door.
" Yes, mum?" he answered not really caring what she wanted to say.
" It is breakfast. Come downstairs." She answered slowly opening the door.
" I don't care. I am not hungry." Draco answered coldly knowing this would hurt his mother. Narcissa didn't seem to notice his tone of voice. Her thoughts were obviously on something else entirely.
" Draco, I expect you downstairs in fifteen minutes. I have someone downstairs I would like you to meet. Two people I would like you to see. Don't disobey me, Draco." Narcissa said as she left the dark room and headed down a long spiral staircase.
Draco shuttered at the thought of the people downstairs waiting to meet him. Last time he had visitors, it was mother trying to cheer him up by hiring a muggle clown person. It had cheered him up though to see the clown run in fear of his life from the house. Draco was punished two weeks for that one though. He finally gave up. He closed the door to his room and headed down the long spiral staircase to the kitchen. His mother and Kylie the servant's daughter were in the kitchen drinking tea. " Draco your guests are in the parlor," Narcissa answered not bothering to look at Draco. Draco noticed Kylie get up from her chair at the table. Kylie was Draco's friend at the manor but at school they did not talk or even acknowledge each other because Kylie was a Gryffindor.
Too bad she had to go all Gryffindor on us. Draco thought. Kylie was actually a fairly decent person once you got past the fact that she was Gryffindor. Draco shook his head. He didn't want Kylie to realize he was thinking of her. Draco swore Kylie could read minds even though he couldn't prove it. Kylie looked at Draco and smiled. She obviously knew who was in the other room. Draco liked her smile. It went well with her deep purple eyes and her long auburn hair. Draco continued on to the parlor. He slowly opened the door to find that it was pitch black except for a small corner by the arm chair where a small oil lamp was lit. Oh no, he thought. It can't be.
A/N: So what do you think? My friend, Jaime *cough* said the chapters didn't have good endings. So I tried a cliff hanger. So there, Jaime. Please review.