She Makes No Apologies
Rated: PG13 for now --- heck we must have some smut. ;) Summary: Well it's my first Potter fic and will get very dark in the later chapters. Please read and review because it really makes it all worthwhile. ( Oh yea // means letter/dream. Disclaimer: Yep you now the drill they along belong to JK Rowling and whoever else has the rights *confuzzed* Enjoy!
The Letter
A clear shaft of sunlight fell from one of the high windows that surrounded the study. It fell onto the center of the rich carpet, showing up all the dust particles flowing in the musty air.
Lucius Malfoy stood grandly in the enclosed space, his wife Narcissa sitting rigidly in a worn leather armchair. Light chugs could be heard in the water pipes and the slow monotonous ticking of an old grandfather clock seemed to fill their surroundings. The lord held a scroll, crumpled between his clenched fist. It was a letter from their son.
Malfoy cast his pewter gaze sternly at a spot somewhere to the left of him; his wife looked anxiously up at him, not daring to break their silence. He suddenly became aware of her nervous eyes upon him. Turning his fine- featured head towards Narcissa, his silvery hair glinting, Lucius Malfoy spoke.
"It is from Draco." He said flatly.
"Draco?" She questioned with a splutter of indignation.
"Indeed." Lucius replied sourly taking his eyes off his wife and proceeding to march towards the carved door. "I must leave." He called back and vanished out into the corridor. Narcissa frowned, wondering how a letter from her only son could have caused so much tension.
The tall silhouette of the man strode down the hard-floored hallway, his footsteps echoing off the darkly lit walls.
"Pack my robes." He ordered to a random house-elf. She promptly scurried away leaving Lucius to enter his bedroom alone.
The chamber was hidden in the artificial darkness of the heavy drapes at the windows. It was the way he liked it. Rubbing his chin slightly, he held his wand up to the ceiling and muttered "lettria lumos" and at once an orange glow seeped down from somewhere above him, casting just enough light for him to reread the letter.
The four-poster bed creaked slightly as he lowered his weight onto it. He smoothed the parchment out carefully, the emerald in his ring casting a prism over Draco's scratchy script.
// Father, At the time I though this seemed like nothing but now I'm not so sure. Anyway I thought you should know. Two days ago this new girl joined my year. She's in Slytherin, which will make a change from Parkinson, however I thought it was odd, her coming so late into the year. She seems to know her stuff, I think Snape likes her. Well she knew I was a Malfoy, said I looked like you and apparently she's been in Albania all this time. Her name's Rowan Lennox. Tell me what you know. Give my love to mother.
Draco. \\
Lucius scrunched the clean parchment fully and rubbed the back of his neck slowly.
"Lennox." He said to himself. "I know that name.. But at Hogwarts?.. Surely?.."
He stood up as abruptly as before. Again the mattress creaked. The lord of the Manor would have to see this for himself. He reached the door and delved to the left of him.
The cold unforgiving cast of the silver serpent's head met with his hand. He pulled and his staff came into view. Many who had looked upon the work of his master had been revolted. Malfoy saw it as a thing of beauty. The sinuous lines, its delicate eyes of malicious green gems and that handy place to conceal his wand, all made for a delectable weapon.
He gripped it tightly and said, "apparatus". In an invisible blast he appeared in his main hall. The gothic gargoyles leered unpleasantly down at him. The low-burning candles cast ominous shadows of their wrought iron holders onto the stone walls. The grand painting of his father, hung in such away that you could not fail to gape at it, glistened eerily in the yellowed light.
His leather case wall neatly packed and waiting for him on a mahogany side- table. He now gripped both its handle and his staff firmly. Looking round at his Manor, he repeated his charm "apparatus", and got ready to find out if the Lennox family had indeed returned.
Rated: PG13 for now --- heck we must have some smut. ;) Summary: Well it's my first Potter fic and will get very dark in the later chapters. Please read and review because it really makes it all worthwhile. ( Oh yea // means letter/dream. Disclaimer: Yep you now the drill they along belong to JK Rowling and whoever else has the rights *confuzzed* Enjoy!
The Letter
A clear shaft of sunlight fell from one of the high windows that surrounded the study. It fell onto the center of the rich carpet, showing up all the dust particles flowing in the musty air.
Lucius Malfoy stood grandly in the enclosed space, his wife Narcissa sitting rigidly in a worn leather armchair. Light chugs could be heard in the water pipes and the slow monotonous ticking of an old grandfather clock seemed to fill their surroundings. The lord held a scroll, crumpled between his clenched fist. It was a letter from their son.
Malfoy cast his pewter gaze sternly at a spot somewhere to the left of him; his wife looked anxiously up at him, not daring to break their silence. He suddenly became aware of her nervous eyes upon him. Turning his fine- featured head towards Narcissa, his silvery hair glinting, Lucius Malfoy spoke.
"It is from Draco." He said flatly.
"Draco?" She questioned with a splutter of indignation.
"Indeed." Lucius replied sourly taking his eyes off his wife and proceeding to march towards the carved door. "I must leave." He called back and vanished out into the corridor. Narcissa frowned, wondering how a letter from her only son could have caused so much tension.
The tall silhouette of the man strode down the hard-floored hallway, his footsteps echoing off the darkly lit walls.
"Pack my robes." He ordered to a random house-elf. She promptly scurried away leaving Lucius to enter his bedroom alone.
The chamber was hidden in the artificial darkness of the heavy drapes at the windows. It was the way he liked it. Rubbing his chin slightly, he held his wand up to the ceiling and muttered "lettria lumos" and at once an orange glow seeped down from somewhere above him, casting just enough light for him to reread the letter.
The four-poster bed creaked slightly as he lowered his weight onto it. He smoothed the parchment out carefully, the emerald in his ring casting a prism over Draco's scratchy script.
// Father, At the time I though this seemed like nothing but now I'm not so sure. Anyway I thought you should know. Two days ago this new girl joined my year. She's in Slytherin, which will make a change from Parkinson, however I thought it was odd, her coming so late into the year. She seems to know her stuff, I think Snape likes her. Well she knew I was a Malfoy, said I looked like you and apparently she's been in Albania all this time. Her name's Rowan Lennox. Tell me what you know. Give my love to mother.
Draco. \\
Lucius scrunched the clean parchment fully and rubbed the back of his neck slowly.
"Lennox." He said to himself. "I know that name.. But at Hogwarts?.. Surely?.."
He stood up as abruptly as before. Again the mattress creaked. The lord of the Manor would have to see this for himself. He reached the door and delved to the left of him.
The cold unforgiving cast of the silver serpent's head met with his hand. He pulled and his staff came into view. Many who had looked upon the work of his master had been revolted. Malfoy saw it as a thing of beauty. The sinuous lines, its delicate eyes of malicious green gems and that handy place to conceal his wand, all made for a delectable weapon.
He gripped it tightly and said, "apparatus". In an invisible blast he appeared in his main hall. The gothic gargoyles leered unpleasantly down at him. The low-burning candles cast ominous shadows of their wrought iron holders onto the stone walls. The grand painting of his father, hung in such away that you could not fail to gape at it, glistened eerily in the yellowed light.
His leather case wall neatly packed and waiting for him on a mahogany side- table. He now gripped both its handle and his staff firmly. Looking round at his Manor, he repeated his charm "apparatus", and got ready to find out if the Lennox family had indeed returned.