Note: Ahem, this is my first attempt at a fan fic, at all. I'm hoping to get a Draco Harry slash going. I'm not sure if I can though. If all else fails there's always a Draco Blaise slash waiting. . R&R please. Oh and Nicole is not a mary sue, but her part in the story requires her to be very pretty. Lucius wouldn't go getting an ugly one would he?
Nicole shut the door quietly behind her and stepped into her new 'home'. Boxes crowded the empty rooms, and she had to plan her steps beforehand or she'd get trapped. She glanced down the hallway, wondering where her father was. The minute she realized her idiot of a father had gotten rid of the photo album containing the only pictures of her mother she'd left, slamming the door loudly behind her. She hadn't even looked back to see if he'd followed her. Instead she had sprinted blindly down the street. It had taken her nearly an hour to find her way back. It was almost one in the morning. Her father was probably sleeping to get up for the rest of the movers tomorrow.She would just silently make her way to the room she had chosen as hers and go to sleep on the floor, but as she inched her way around a wobbly stack of boxes she managed to knock over a box of silverware. Forks, knives and spoons scattered noisily across the floor. Nicole just stared dumbly at the mess, turning around only when she heard her father in the hallway. "Where in the hell have you been, Nicole? We just moved here and you go running off down the street? What's the matter with you?!" He didn't appear as angry as he sounded, running a hand through his balding hair. "And look at the me-…" Before her father could scold her for the mess she had pushed past him and locked herself in her room. She waited for her father's voice, but she only heard him mumbling and returning to his own room.
She turned around, leaning back against the door. The room was empty, save for a few of the boxes she had packed. She rummaged through a few before finding the one with her bedding in it. She set down two blankets on top of each other to soften the floor a bit before lying down and making herself as comfortable as possible. Which wasn't very comfortable, but she would manage until morning. She buried her face in the pillow, but she wasn't ready for sleep, so she lay there in the dark, staring at the wall. There was nothing here for her. Her mother's grave was back home, and Nicole could no longer visit her. She couldn't bring her flowers anymore. She took in a deep breath, trying not to cry. When she finally did fall asleep the pillow was soaked in tears.
How pathetic, he didn't even go after her. Lucius frowned disapprovingly as he watched the muggle father's poor attempt to discipline his child. But he had no time to be thinking about the silly lives of muggles. He was there for one thing and one thing only. Draco's sixteenth birthday present, which was to be the girl. Nicole was her name, not that it mattered. Lucius was hoping the beautiful muggle girl would push Draco to show his loyalty to the Dark Lord. The girl was but a taste of what he could have if he would only be more…enthusiastic. But once again, he had no time be thinking of such matters. Once he was sure the girl and father were both confined in there rooms he entered, not even needing to use Alohomora. The door was already unlocked. Foolish muggles.
He swiftly and silently slipped around the many boxes that had proved a difficulty to the girl. Within minutes he was outside her door, but he would not enter. He could not be sure she was sleeping yet. And sure enough, behind the closed door, the girl was weeping for her dead mother. Lucius waited patiently for about and hour and a half before listening for any sounds. After hearing nothing he smirked deviously, trying the handle to see if it was locked. It was, but with a flick of his wand it opened. It was all too easy, but he didn't care for a challenge right now. He slipped into the girl's room, towering over her in her sleep. She was beautiful, in many ways. Perfect for a proud Slytherin like Draco. She had straight, silky black hair that didn't seem to defy her, even in sleep. Her skin was pale, but not so much as to be deathly white. Lucius could not see her eyes, for she was sleeping, but he recalled them being a bright green. Her body was nice as well, curvy. Had she not been for Draco, Lucius might have taken her, despite her age.
But he could waste no time. He picked her up gently, slipping one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her upper body. As soon as he had her securely in his arms he, with a muffled crack!, apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
Note: Erm, sorry for the shortness. Oo' Will make next chapter better. Promise.