So here's a new story for you guys. I'm really liking it so far. I hope you do as well. Please review!
The London streets were empty, nothing moved or made a sound. The air was cold and heavy on Draco's shoulders as he hurried down the streets towards one of the few places he could recall, the leaky cauldron. As he walked, picking up speed the closer he got, he still found no one, not even a stray alley cat. He wrenched open the door, hoping to be greeted by the usual boisterous and drunken crowd, but found no one.
The tables and chairs were disarranged and covered in the remains of forgotten meals as though the entire company had suddenly vanished from existence. Next he made his way to the Diagon alley entrance, tapping quickly with his wand. The bricks began to move at a painfully slow rate, finally revealing the usually filled streets, which were no completely empty. Everything was just like the pub, items knocked over here and there, ice cream cones lying on the ground half eaten. A thought ran through Draco's mind. Was he the only one left? That couldn't be, there had to be someone.
As he passed another alley, something crashed within and he found himself peering down it. Nothing. The cold began to creep into him, settling into his chest, and causing his feet to move even faster, nearly breaking into a run. He only made it a few more steps though when hands wrapped around him, cold, wet, hands that pinned his arms to his sides the other covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming. Everything went black.
Draco sat up with a start, clutching the side of his head. His breaths came in ragged bursts, sometimes catching in his throat causing him to choke briefly. His fingers dug into his hair, now dripping with sweat, as his mind raced to figure out why he was so panicked. It had only been a dream, a simple nightmare, and yet he still felt the icy chill in the air and the freezing lump that settled in his chest. "Pull yourself together."
He glanced at the clock. Five in the morning. He sighed, pulling himself out of bed. A shower would do him good, help him forget, and after that he could go downstairs and watch Marie fix breakfast.
Marie watched Draco come into the kitchen. "What're you doing up so early?" She forgot the need to act polite, but as she had noticed that Draco cared less about it now that he was seventeen, it didn't really matter.
"I had a nightmare so I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd come watch you make breakfast." He dropped down into the breakfast nook's chair.
Marie wiped her hands on her apron. "What would you like then? Seeing as I've only just gotten the tea started."
"Pancakes." At the moment that was the most comforting food he could think of and that was what he thoroughly needed, comfort.
Marie nodded at went to work. Most people saw Draco as a spoiled brat, everyone but the family. Marie never thought that. It was probably thanks to the fact that when it was just them, Draco seemed to let his guard down. She could tell now that the nightmare had really gotten to him. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Draco shook his head, hands running through his pale hair, something he did when he was nervous. He stared at the table, letting out a shivering sigh from time to time.
After finishing the pancakes and getting the peach jam Malfoy enjoyed eating on his pancakes Marie did something she definitely wouldn't have, had anyone else been in the room, even a house elf. She placed her arm on his shoulder, pulling him into a sort of hug. "Everything will be alright. I promise."
She hurried away after a moment, than left to wake Narcissa. As she left she heard Draco quietly whisper, "Thanks."
Marie is a maid or all around servant. She usually fixes their meals when they're not having anything large or when Draco just wants to eat alone/have a snack. I know they don't really need a maid since they have house elves, but I'm sure they would want some human servants.