Darkness filled the room until a tall slender blonde angel entered it. She walked slowly purposely keeping her eyes away from the center of the room where two tangled bodies lay amongst the blackened sheets. With a loud yet firm cough she waved her arm towards the corner of the room and the thick velvet curtains are drawn open. Suddenly light shines into the room first revealing the identity of one of the bodies.
The light showed the young man of twenty or so sunshine seemed to chisel his features making his hair an angelic shade of soft gold. His lips, the softest shade of crimson, part slightly to let a moan escape in protest as his arms leave his bed and blindly grasp for a pillow to block out the damned sunlight. The sound is heard again from the angel's throat, a small yet distinct coughing.
The boy slowly as if willing the angel to be gone peers his silver orbs from under the pillow and swiftly kicks the girl next to him causing her to stir. He avoids saying anything knowing his mother will take care of things, as she usually does.
Narcissa smiles gently at the girl, pity...she was quite pretty, though an odd shade of red seemed to be covering her coffee skin as she groped randomly for sheets which in the light were revealed to actually be a deep emerald green, "I am afraid we need Draco in the drawing room at the moment he's needed for an engagement that will unfortunately take all day. Flopsy has taken the liberty of making some tea it will be waiting for you on your way out."
Her smile fading slightly a different look washed over Narcissa as she turned towards her son. It was not one of anger or disappointment it was a look someone gave when they were in the midst of listening to a very long speech, and though the speaker wasn't particularly bad, it was simply long past its time to be over, "Darling, do hurry."
With one last brief smile Narcissa turned and quickly left the room, her robes floating as she left.
Draco took his wand from under his pillow and quickly dressed himself in simple black robes. He turned to investigate his appearance in the mirror before getting out of bed and heading towards the door. "Sorry about this duty calls and all, and I'll keep in touch." As he left the perplexed ebony haired witch in his bed he pondered how odd it was he never felt any guilt over the lies he fed his lovely ladies.
One would think that this, reformed, Draco would have become an auror or one of those people who rescues old ladies from their broomsticks. In all honestly Draco had never changed, he was still the snarky little bastard who had pestered Hogwarts' halls. He was simply a snarky bastard with arms unblemished by the dark mark.
He entered the drawing room and glanced up at his mother who stood near the window glancing outside, "Draco...I tire of this situation..."
Draco owed enough to his mother to bow his head in shame, "I know mother, but this Vicki girl was a real good one I swear."
Narcissa cast her pearly gaze at her son sighing, "Darling," she began softly a small smile gracing her lips, "her name was Nikki, short for Nicole and I believe she mentioned hating to be called Nkki...didn't she?"
Draco's pale brow wrinkled as he took a moment of deep thought to ponder on the situation before his gray eyes widened, "Mother just how much of my lovely night with...Nicole...did you manage to chaperone."
She cast aside the question with a wave of her hand, "Draco I see no need for your concern, I am hardly the mother who wishes to see her sons waste their life away with their extra circular activities," she smiled as she glanced at her son; he had grown.
His short, stubby figure had developed into a tall fit young man. He had a keeper's body much to his chagrin. It was very athletic though not as bulky as a beater but with many more prominent muscles than an average seeker. Thankfully he took after her side of the family in looks, her husband had been a handsome man but she preffered to not see him in her son. Draco did have his father's complexion though, smooth skin as white as snow which provided a starling contrast against his silk robes, it was why he loved black so much of course. She approached him and placed her hand right above his shoulder, almost touching, "You've grown into quite a man...an excellent lord of the manor, but every Lord needs his lady."
Draco frowned, their talks always seemed to end this way, her insisting he wed, and he insisting he didn't love anyone. She never pushed much after that, she would never wish a lifetime of being married to the wrong person upon anyone.
"Mother, you know as well as I that a Lord without his lady is better than a Lord with the wrong lady, would you force me upon a lifetime of servitude after I just escaped the last one."
She smiled softly and he knew she was holding something back, "No, I suppose you're right, but I have planned a ball nonetheless, practically all of the wizarding world will be attending including all eligible ladies are to come, perhaps then, you could make your match."
Draco parted his lips to delve deeper into the issue but decided it was of no use as Narcissa sat down at a chair by the window and stared at the fountain bubbling below. He nodded softly, "Perhaps."