Taken From Here
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are not mine. They are the intellectual property of JK Rowling and Assoc. I am merely playing with them. The plot is mine though!! =)
"Taken from here, Broken wings lay down as I fall from grace, your lovely face haunts my mind, who are you? What are you? Nobody but my dreams can place..."
DRACO!! Exclaimed a voice coming from the courtyard
Draco stumbled off the alabaster horse he had been reclining on, his journal falling to the floor.
"Thanks MOM!!!", as he dusted his robes off
Narcissa Malfoy walked the 100 ft that it took to reach the gardens. She looked lovingly at her son. She looked in his eyes and saw the same quirky arrogance she had fallen in love with almost 17 years before. The days after 5th year were very tense. With the certain return of Voldemort, citizens of the Wizarding world were very anxious with the death tolls of muggles and wizard-folk rising. However, this didn't affect any person more than it affected Draco Malfoy of Slytherin House. The months after Lucius' imprisonment were very trying indeed; the name of Malfoy was no longer seen fit in polite Wizarding society. This became apparent as invitations to the homes of the more prominent pureblood families dwindled, the queer looks from other wizards and the hushed voices when ever they went out. It became obvious when Gringotts practically threatened to close their account. The summer was bad for Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.
Narcissa walked over to Draco, picking up his fallen journal.
"You know, you can't hide from dinner forever Draco. I've already sent 2 house elves to get you"
Draco looked at his mother with a mix of anger and resignation, "Okay, I'll go. I was a little caught up"
"I never knew you wrote, you know your father used to write ."
"I DON'T want to hear about it, ALRIGHT", Draco said vehemently
"Draco, I know this is a really difficult time but we can get through it, you have your father in you, the same passion and determination, you are your father's son." she started
"You speak of him, as if he is dead, If I was my father's son I would be much different mother. I know he's coming back", he spat, "I will dress to go to dinner now if you will excuse me." Draco took his journal and started towards the manor.
"Draco, we are having company, The Parkinson's are joining us for dinner so please dress accordingly."
"Great, our first company all summer and I get to see Pansy, whatever", Draco turned on his heel and walked towards the manor.
The furnishings in the manor were sumptuous, the ancient teak floors creaked under his quickened pace. The house was a mix of the decorations of several generations of the Malfoy family. Magnus Malfoy preferred Red Italian marble to Lucius' black granite. It was a long walk to Draco's bedroom, you had to go through the drawing rooms and the portrait gallery before you even reached the east wing stair case that led to Draco's room. The picture of Magnus the Mad looked at Draco as he passed,
"Like your father aren't you? I don't see it, your father was a terror, see what he did, the nasty brat", the portrait nursed a decades old burn wound, "I set him straight", the portrait cackled maniacal laughter.
Draco ignored the crazy portrait. He passed Elizabeth Malfoy, famous for her futile attempt to drain and purify muggle blood, Philippe Malfoy, Famous for the infamous horse mutations of 1729. Often times Draco liked to look at these portraits, it reminded him of his heritage, the untainted line held the same characteristics for centuries silver blond hair, gray blue eyes, and lean aquiline features. There were a few exceptions of the occasional brunette Malfoy with gray eyes. His favorite picture was that of Seraphine Elaine Malfoy, she was the youngest and unmarried daughter of Dominus Malfoy of 1356. She was hauntingly beautiful with cascading waves of black hair with blue gray eyes; her dress was a pale shade of purple with silver accents. She was known for being the only unmarried Malfoy in the history of the line. She was known to take on the appearance of soldiers take part in various battles. She would seduce males of her choosing and would castrate them in her endless pursuit for non-sexual pregnancy. Her life ended tragically when she fell victim to a vampire who drowned her.
Draco finally reached his room after 15 minutes of walking; he laid his cloak down on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. The reflection in the mirror was not an unfavorable one, Draco was very leanly built, tall but very lean. His hair fell into his face when it wasn't lacquered. He looked himself over before walking over to his closet he didn't much care for what he wore around Pansy, but he did care about his appearance around Mr. Parkinson. In the sea of gray and black with occasional hints of burgundy and green, Draco decided on a black robe with a gray shirt. The room itself was simple, yet had every symbol of opulence one could expect. It was large enough to fit a small apartment. He had his own fire place which connected to the floo network. The dark blue wall coverings were splashed with an occasional painting or tapestry. He had his canopied bed that was draped in royal blue silk fabric lathed with pillows that invited to be laid on. The room was the traditional room of heirs of the Malfoy family; it contained traces of each of its previous inhabitants. It was Draco's choice to change the room from his father's black and gray's to a more understated dark blue. He decided to clasp his robe with a simple jeweled pin. CRASH!!!!
A dust cloud filled the room; a vase with cremated remains of his first horse crashed off of the mantle and billowed up along with the dust and dirt from the fire place. "What the hell!!" he said to himself. Draco started breathing and choking on the ash. As the dust cleared there was a crumpled heap of dark purple on the floor next to his lounge. Draco pulled his wand in caution. The heap started to move and stand up.
"STUPEFY!!", he yelled in alarm. "THUNK"
The heap fell to the ground in a frozen position screaming, the voice was very high and female.
"DRACO LET ME OUT OF THIS PIECE OF CRAP", the sounds of grunts and struggling were apparent, "COME ON I ALREADY RUINED MY ROBES!!" Draco recognized the voice as belonging to Pansy.
"Hmm, I wonder if I should. I don't know. It's kind of funny to see you wallowing in the ashes of a dead horse", he snickered. She started fighting even harder.
"EW, YUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING"
"Say the magic phrase"
"Please Draco"
"Nope try again"
"Finite incatatem"
Snickering even harder, "nice try, but nope"
"Draco, I promise I will make it worth your while to let me go"
with an interested look "actually no, but interesting trade in, the magic phrase is 'Draco you are master of the universe and you are hotter than any wizard witches weekly puts on their cover"
"FINE", she rolled her eyes, "Draco you are master of the universe and hotter than any Witches Weekly poster boy and a prat"
"Well close enough, Finite Incatatem", she was able to move again. "So how are you going to make it worth my while?" Pansy dusted her self off and looked at him with a mischievous grin.
"Well look who is groveling now?" Draco lifted his wand in a threatening gesture. "Okay , okay Draco, I was in Knockturn Alley about two weeks ago when I found this in Griggs and Harpies Delectable Devices", She procured a small piece of blank parchment. Draco took it from her and looked at it.
"This is worth my while??" He tossed it to Pansy.
"Your so stupid Draco", she took her wand and the parchment "I Solemnly Swear I'm out for Revenge" she tapped the paper. Ink started magically appearing. The title "Revenge is Sweet" appeared on the top. A map of Malfoy Manor suddenly appeared .
"What the hell is it, Why my house shown,?" Draco stared at it.
"I'm still trying to figure it out, but its pretty cool, it shows you where every one is in the house or where ever you are at, it even suggests curses and ways to either embarrass, kill , maim or injure each person according to area".
"Really?" he shifted his eyebrows.
"Watch and learn, Draco Malfoy!" suddenly writing appeared at the top
Luscious: I'd try the poker on the back of his head
Higs: IT'S LUCIUS! Try the vase shard to cut him up
Lucius (Scribbling) Luscious: Narcissa is Hot..(More scribbling
Higs: OWWWWWW
Bella: Try tugging his robe, he doesn't have pants on., My sister????
"Revenge Accomplished" she said and the writing disappeared. "Creepy huh?"
"How the hell did they do that, that was my dad??, Mom?? ", Draco looked dumbfounded.
"I'm not exactly sure where they got it from but from what I hear it was in a student spell book that came out in the 20's. Along the line some clever wizards tweaked it and well your dad got a hold of it. They are really rare but it takes some strong magic." Pansy was secretly enjoying Draco's dumbfounded look.
"What I want to know is why are you connecting through to my room and not the proper way through the main entrance?" Pansy shifted uncomfortably.
"I . I well" she stammered, "I um I didn't say main entrance I just said um Malfoy Manor and I came over here" Pansy shifted under his interrogation. She was looking well, other then the dusty velvet robes she was not bad to look at. entirely. Draco mused to himself. He had a small ever so small crush on her in 3rd year but it faded with age and aspirations. He had taken her to the Yule Ball 4th out of consideration and courtesy for her father. She could be quite annoying but he tolerated her. Pansy was not stupid, she knew very well of the benefits of being connected with someone of Draco's stature no less the Malfoy name. She was a smart girl; they had in fact been family friends years before but only as formal playmates at certain meetings. Draco had appreciated her intelligent conversation when people or ulterior motives weren't involved. Her father how ever was very important. Mr. Parkinson is the one whom he really means to impress, even if it involves minor flirtations and promises with his daughter.
"Pansy, it's almost dinner time, would you allow me to escort you downstairs you know it is easy to get lost here", Draco gave a goofy bow and rolled his eyes.
"HA! Oh if it isn't the proud master of the universe bowing down to me, don't forget your pants Draco", she sauntered out and tossed her head back, "By the way, its my business to know my way around here". Draco got up muttering obscenities under his breath. If there was anything in the world that annoyed him more it was girls from affluent pureblooded families who acted like they were queens of the universe. As far as he was concerned she could be the queen of his ass for all he cared. He reached to put on his pants as he was doing before SHE tumbled into the room. He looked at the spilled remains of his horse with a sigh, "I'll tell Dolly to do it later" He walked down stairs.
He arrived in the main dining hall to see that Pansy, his mother, and Mr. Parkinson were all seated waiting for him.
"Good evening Mr. Parkinson, I trust you are doing well" Draco extended his hand. Mr. Parkinson was the male version of the daughter except older and harsher looking. Mr. Parkinson was significantly older than Pansy's mother as often happened with pure blooded marriages. Mr. Parkinson took in Draco's appearance, analyzing as a tiger would a steak.
"All, is well Draco, I guess we shall eat now before its cold". Mr. Parkinson afforded no smile or warm countenance, just harsh coldness that could chill a person to the bone. Dinner went silently other than the clank of dishes against forks. The apprehensive mood was too much for Draco to stand. He could not enjoy the roast duck without looking apprehensively at Mr. Parkinson. Pansy helped none by giggling to her self only to be silenced. It was common knowledge that Mr. Parkinson was stuck in old male superiority customs. He was a very stubborn and demanding man, Identical to his father in will and control. He could understand why they talked so well.
The silence was broken by Mr. Parkinson.
"Draco, I will be straight to the point" taking a sip of wine, "You are well aware of the precarious situation your family is in aren't you?"
"I believe I know where we stand and I assure you it is far ." Draco began
"You see Draco, your father is going to be gone for a long while and therefore you have an ancestral obligation to uphold the family name, take over the finances and certain interests , last but not least secure an heir should anything. happen". Mr. Parkinson looked at Draco's face for any sign of emotion, there was none.
"I am well aware of my obligations but my father is not dead, and he will be out sir" said a calmly seething Draco.
"We are both from well established families and we have similar interests as to where we intend to be, an alliance would be most advantageous for both of us, the prestige of the Malfoy name and the security of the Parkinson name would be most desirable would you agree not?".
"I do not know what you are trying to suggest but I believe the family is fine as it is".
"Lucius is no longer the favorite Draco; I suggest you ponder on my generous proposal more carefully before giving such a sharp tongue."
Narcissa switched in her chair, "Mr. Parkinson, I insist that we talk about this."
"QUIET WOMAN, two men are talking here"
"How dare you talk to a lady like that, especially in her own home", Draco exclaimed almost knocking over his chair. The whole time there was a meek whine from Pansy who seemed to be quietly taking the news in.
"Well, I see that I have made my point for now, I have other business to attend to, Pansy grab my cloak and why do you smell of roast pig?" Pansy scampered to the fireplace with her dad "Do consider my proposal Draco, we shall talk about it alone in due time."
"Bye, Draco, aren't you going to give me a hug??" Pansy winked at him. Draco started towards her , She slipped something into his hand privately.
To be continued VERY Soon
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are not mine. They are the intellectual property of JK Rowling and Assoc. I am merely playing with them. The plot is mine though!! =)
"Taken from here, Broken wings lay down as I fall from grace, your lovely face haunts my mind, who are you? What are you? Nobody but my dreams can place..."
DRACO!! Exclaimed a voice coming from the courtyard
Draco stumbled off the alabaster horse he had been reclining on, his journal falling to the floor.
"Thanks MOM!!!", as he dusted his robes off
Narcissa Malfoy walked the 100 ft that it took to reach the gardens. She looked lovingly at her son. She looked in his eyes and saw the same quirky arrogance she had fallen in love with almost 17 years before. The days after 5th year were very tense. With the certain return of Voldemort, citizens of the Wizarding world were very anxious with the death tolls of muggles and wizard-folk rising. However, this didn't affect any person more than it affected Draco Malfoy of Slytherin House. The months after Lucius' imprisonment were very trying indeed; the name of Malfoy was no longer seen fit in polite Wizarding society. This became apparent as invitations to the homes of the more prominent pureblood families dwindled, the queer looks from other wizards and the hushed voices when ever they went out. It became obvious when Gringotts practically threatened to close their account. The summer was bad for Narcissa and Draco Malfoy.
Narcissa walked over to Draco, picking up his fallen journal.
"You know, you can't hide from dinner forever Draco. I've already sent 2 house elves to get you"
Draco looked at his mother with a mix of anger and resignation, "Okay, I'll go. I was a little caught up"
"I never knew you wrote, you know your father used to write ."
"I DON'T want to hear about it, ALRIGHT", Draco said vehemently
"Draco, I know this is a really difficult time but we can get through it, you have your father in you, the same passion and determination, you are your father's son." she started
"You speak of him, as if he is dead, If I was my father's son I would be much different mother. I know he's coming back", he spat, "I will dress to go to dinner now if you will excuse me." Draco took his journal and started towards the manor.
"Draco, we are having company, The Parkinson's are joining us for dinner so please dress accordingly."
"Great, our first company all summer and I get to see Pansy, whatever", Draco turned on his heel and walked towards the manor.
The furnishings in the manor were sumptuous, the ancient teak floors creaked under his quickened pace. The house was a mix of the decorations of several generations of the Malfoy family. Magnus Malfoy preferred Red Italian marble to Lucius' black granite. It was a long walk to Draco's bedroom, you had to go through the drawing rooms and the portrait gallery before you even reached the east wing stair case that led to Draco's room. The picture of Magnus the Mad looked at Draco as he passed,
"Like your father aren't you? I don't see it, your father was a terror, see what he did, the nasty brat", the portrait nursed a decades old burn wound, "I set him straight", the portrait cackled maniacal laughter.
Draco ignored the crazy portrait. He passed Elizabeth Malfoy, famous for her futile attempt to drain and purify muggle blood, Philippe Malfoy, Famous for the infamous horse mutations of 1729. Often times Draco liked to look at these portraits, it reminded him of his heritage, the untainted line held the same characteristics for centuries silver blond hair, gray blue eyes, and lean aquiline features. There were a few exceptions of the occasional brunette Malfoy with gray eyes. His favorite picture was that of Seraphine Elaine Malfoy, she was the youngest and unmarried daughter of Dominus Malfoy of 1356. She was hauntingly beautiful with cascading waves of black hair with blue gray eyes; her dress was a pale shade of purple with silver accents. She was known for being the only unmarried Malfoy in the history of the line. She was known to take on the appearance of soldiers take part in various battles. She would seduce males of her choosing and would castrate them in her endless pursuit for non-sexual pregnancy. Her life ended tragically when she fell victim to a vampire who drowned her.
Draco finally reached his room after 15 minutes of walking; he laid his cloak down on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. The reflection in the mirror was not an unfavorable one, Draco was very leanly built, tall but very lean. His hair fell into his face when it wasn't lacquered. He looked himself over before walking over to his closet he didn't much care for what he wore around Pansy, but he did care about his appearance around Mr. Parkinson. In the sea of gray and black with occasional hints of burgundy and green, Draco decided on a black robe with a gray shirt. The room itself was simple, yet had every symbol of opulence one could expect. It was large enough to fit a small apartment. He had his own fire place which connected to the floo network. The dark blue wall coverings were splashed with an occasional painting or tapestry. He had his canopied bed that was draped in royal blue silk fabric lathed with pillows that invited to be laid on. The room was the traditional room of heirs of the Malfoy family; it contained traces of each of its previous inhabitants. It was Draco's choice to change the room from his father's black and gray's to a more understated dark blue. He decided to clasp his robe with a simple jeweled pin. CRASH!!!!
A dust cloud filled the room; a vase with cremated remains of his first horse crashed off of the mantle and billowed up along with the dust and dirt from the fire place. "What the hell!!" he said to himself. Draco started breathing and choking on the ash. As the dust cleared there was a crumpled heap of dark purple on the floor next to his lounge. Draco pulled his wand in caution. The heap started to move and stand up.
"STUPEFY!!", he yelled in alarm. "THUNK"
The heap fell to the ground in a frozen position screaming, the voice was very high and female.
"DRACO LET ME OUT OF THIS PIECE OF CRAP", the sounds of grunts and struggling were apparent, "COME ON I ALREADY RUINED MY ROBES!!" Draco recognized the voice as belonging to Pansy.
"Hmm, I wonder if I should. I don't know. It's kind of funny to see you wallowing in the ashes of a dead horse", he snickered. She started fighting even harder.
"EW, YUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING"
"Say the magic phrase"
"Please Draco"
"Nope try again"
"Finite incatatem"
Snickering even harder, "nice try, but nope"
"Draco, I promise I will make it worth your while to let me go"
with an interested look "actually no, but interesting trade in, the magic phrase is 'Draco you are master of the universe and you are hotter than any wizard witches weekly puts on their cover"
"FINE", she rolled her eyes, "Draco you are master of the universe and hotter than any Witches Weekly poster boy and a prat"
"Well close enough, Finite Incatatem", she was able to move again. "So how are you going to make it worth my while?" Pansy dusted her self off and looked at him with a mischievous grin.
"Well look who is groveling now?" Draco lifted his wand in a threatening gesture. "Okay , okay Draco, I was in Knockturn Alley about two weeks ago when I found this in Griggs and Harpies Delectable Devices", She procured a small piece of blank parchment. Draco took it from her and looked at it.
"This is worth my while??" He tossed it to Pansy.
"Your so stupid Draco", she took her wand and the parchment "I Solemnly Swear I'm out for Revenge" she tapped the paper. Ink started magically appearing. The title "Revenge is Sweet" appeared on the top. A map of Malfoy Manor suddenly appeared .
"What the hell is it, Why my house shown,?" Draco stared at it.
"I'm still trying to figure it out, but its pretty cool, it shows you where every one is in the house or where ever you are at, it even suggests curses and ways to either embarrass, kill , maim or injure each person according to area".
"Really?" he shifted his eyebrows.
"Watch and learn, Draco Malfoy!" suddenly writing appeared at the top
Luscious: I'd try the poker on the back of his head
Higs: IT'S LUCIUS! Try the vase shard to cut him up
Lucius (Scribbling) Luscious: Narcissa is Hot..(More scribbling
Higs: OWWWWWW
Bella: Try tugging his robe, he doesn't have pants on., My sister????
"Revenge Accomplished" she said and the writing disappeared. "Creepy huh?"
"How the hell did they do that, that was my dad??, Mom?? ", Draco looked dumbfounded.
"I'm not exactly sure where they got it from but from what I hear it was in a student spell book that came out in the 20's. Along the line some clever wizards tweaked it and well your dad got a hold of it. They are really rare but it takes some strong magic." Pansy was secretly enjoying Draco's dumbfounded look.
"What I want to know is why are you connecting through to my room and not the proper way through the main entrance?" Pansy shifted uncomfortably.
"I . I well" she stammered, "I um I didn't say main entrance I just said um Malfoy Manor and I came over here" Pansy shifted under his interrogation. She was looking well, other then the dusty velvet robes she was not bad to look at. entirely. Draco mused to himself. He had a small ever so small crush on her in 3rd year but it faded with age and aspirations. He had taken her to the Yule Ball 4th out of consideration and courtesy for her father. She could be quite annoying but he tolerated her. Pansy was not stupid, she knew very well of the benefits of being connected with someone of Draco's stature no less the Malfoy name. She was a smart girl; they had in fact been family friends years before but only as formal playmates at certain meetings. Draco had appreciated her intelligent conversation when people or ulterior motives weren't involved. Her father how ever was very important. Mr. Parkinson is the one whom he really means to impress, even if it involves minor flirtations and promises with his daughter.
"Pansy, it's almost dinner time, would you allow me to escort you downstairs you know it is easy to get lost here", Draco gave a goofy bow and rolled his eyes.
"HA! Oh if it isn't the proud master of the universe bowing down to me, don't forget your pants Draco", she sauntered out and tossed her head back, "By the way, its my business to know my way around here". Draco got up muttering obscenities under his breath. If there was anything in the world that annoyed him more it was girls from affluent pureblooded families who acted like they were queens of the universe. As far as he was concerned she could be the queen of his ass for all he cared. He reached to put on his pants as he was doing before SHE tumbled into the room. He looked at the spilled remains of his horse with a sigh, "I'll tell Dolly to do it later" He walked down stairs.
He arrived in the main dining hall to see that Pansy, his mother, and Mr. Parkinson were all seated waiting for him.
"Good evening Mr. Parkinson, I trust you are doing well" Draco extended his hand. Mr. Parkinson was the male version of the daughter except older and harsher looking. Mr. Parkinson was significantly older than Pansy's mother as often happened with pure blooded marriages. Mr. Parkinson took in Draco's appearance, analyzing as a tiger would a steak.
"All, is well Draco, I guess we shall eat now before its cold". Mr. Parkinson afforded no smile or warm countenance, just harsh coldness that could chill a person to the bone. Dinner went silently other than the clank of dishes against forks. The apprehensive mood was too much for Draco to stand. He could not enjoy the roast duck without looking apprehensively at Mr. Parkinson. Pansy helped none by giggling to her self only to be silenced. It was common knowledge that Mr. Parkinson was stuck in old male superiority customs. He was a very stubborn and demanding man, Identical to his father in will and control. He could understand why they talked so well.
The silence was broken by Mr. Parkinson.
"Draco, I will be straight to the point" taking a sip of wine, "You are well aware of the precarious situation your family is in aren't you?"
"I believe I know where we stand and I assure you it is far ." Draco began
"You see Draco, your father is going to be gone for a long while and therefore you have an ancestral obligation to uphold the family name, take over the finances and certain interests , last but not least secure an heir should anything. happen". Mr. Parkinson looked at Draco's face for any sign of emotion, there was none.
"I am well aware of my obligations but my father is not dead, and he will be out sir" said a calmly seething Draco.
"We are both from well established families and we have similar interests as to where we intend to be, an alliance would be most advantageous for both of us, the prestige of the Malfoy name and the security of the Parkinson name would be most desirable would you agree not?".
"I do not know what you are trying to suggest but I believe the family is fine as it is".
"Lucius is no longer the favorite Draco; I suggest you ponder on my generous proposal more carefully before giving such a sharp tongue."
Narcissa switched in her chair, "Mr. Parkinson, I insist that we talk about this."
"QUIET WOMAN, two men are talking here"
"How dare you talk to a lady like that, especially in her own home", Draco exclaimed almost knocking over his chair. The whole time there was a meek whine from Pansy who seemed to be quietly taking the news in.
"Well, I see that I have made my point for now, I have other business to attend to, Pansy grab my cloak and why do you smell of roast pig?" Pansy scampered to the fireplace with her dad "Do consider my proposal Draco, we shall talk about it alone in due time."
"Bye, Draco, aren't you going to give me a hug??" Pansy winked at him. Draco started towards her , She slipped something into his hand privately.
To be continued VERY Soon