Hey, GQ here. I know that I've not posted anything in a while but I'm back now, hopefully. I've made a few changes to the story, just a few words and corrected a few mistakes and all that. Sorry again for the late, very late posts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story but the plot and the new character(s).
"Oh get over it Dray, honestly." An aesthetic blonde girl turned away from Draco Malfoy's scowling face. She walked towards the backdoor to a wonderfully large manor.
"Come on, I can smell dinner." She paused in her retreat to look at the blonde boy. Having very similar yet softer features than Draco himself made her look almost angelic.
"And stop scowling, it's not becoming on a young Malfoy." She spun around in a circle and faced him once again, sticking her tongue out for good measure.
"And that's not very becoming on a young Malfoy either." He mumbled under his breath, all the while shuffling toward the girl.
"I heard that." She smiled at him and waited for him to get closer before she danced around him and poked his nose. Then seemingly ran towards the manor with Draco in tow.
They burst into the kitchen panting and flushed from running after one another. A middle aged brunette woman was labouring away over a stove, preparing a meal.
"O my!" The woman clutched her chest as if psychically hurt. She held on to the counter next to the stove for support.
"Sorry Mandy." The children coursed together as they strode over and helped to woman into a chair. The cook sat next to the wooden table, on which they dined every night.
"It's alright dears; you just gave me such a fright." They sat down on the two of the other chairs around her, catching their breath still. They sat in silence for a few minutes, all three of them recovering.
"Well I'd best crack on." She slowly stood and walked back to her stove and began to cook the meal once again.
"And I want you two ready in ten minutes. Well, what are you waiting for? Merlin to be reincarnated? Go on."
Draco grabbed the celestial girls hand and proceeded to drag her from the divine smell of Sunday roast. All the while he continued to pull her up the stairs, she carried on complaining to him, cursing at him, anything that would get him to let go.
Once at the top of the stairs Draco spun her around and let go, once she'd regained her balance and stopped seeing double she turned to him as if to reprimand him. She stopped before the words had even reached her lips. Draco the mere image of his father in that very moment, and who was she to argue with Lucius Malfoy. Although he looked just like him, he just couldn't keep his face straight after seeing hers at that. He burst out laughing and Lucius just disappeared from him, as the smile made him look so much more young and innocent. Recovered she began hitting him for all she was worth, Draco wasn't about to take this and pushed her against a door, unfortunately the wood was obviously not designed for two teenagers to be hit against it and fell to the floor inside the next room with a thud.
When the dust had settled they both began to fight each other, playfully rolling on the floor trying to dominate the other.
"Alright, alright stop," Draco's commanding voice pierced through the eerie silence of the room, she continued attempting to get Draco's weight off her. "Freya, stop." At that she did stop, seeing that she wasn't going to hurt him anymore he sat beside her laying form.
"Gosh Dray you ruin all my fun." Sticking her tongue out once again she sat up and crossed her legs.
"You call rolling around in a dusty old room fun?" His left eyebrow raised he started to wipe off all the dust on his shirt.
"You're such a girl, little brother," At this he looked up at her. "It's just a little bit of dust, get over it. Merlin you're worse than me."
His laughter echoed through the manor.
"What?!" She all but screamed; she hated not knowing the joke. He stopped; wiped tears from his eyes then said.
"O nothing." And bust out laughing again. She rolled her eyes, with a smile on her face, it took a lot to get her brother to laugh and she wasn't going to ruin it for him. Eventually she joined in with his laughter, she'd always found it to be intoxicating, when she heard it.
Tap, Tap.
Their laughter soon died down when they realised that someone was coming up the stairs.
Tap, Tap.
They dare not more in case of making any sound. In this house who knows who the owner of those 'Tap Tap' shoes could be. Although they had a pretty good idea who it could be and how they love to challenge him. A tall blonde man strode around the doorframe to look at the siblings.
"Uh-o." Says Freya, looking up to the intimidating man with a smug look on her face. The man's face had a scowl on it since he'd set eyes on the two.
"What on earth are you two doing on the floor? Dinner is in ten minutes."
"Actually father, it's in about five minutes." Even though she spoke to him in a respected way, he turned to her, almost ready to get angry at her. That was until her saw the smirk on her face.
"Hum, you do like to prove me wrong, don't you Freya?"
"It's only part of my job as a daughter."
"And it appears that you insist on annoying your brother, destroying my house." At this she tried to protest, only to have her Lucius silence her with a look. "Need I go on?"
"That father is not entirely my fault. Draco and I were…messing around."
"Ar…as you always do. I do wish that you would be a bit more grown up. Like your brother. You are after all older than him." He look to Draco for his known reaction.
"Father; must I be reminded that my sister is two minu…"
"And a half." Freya helpfully added in.
"Two and a half minutes older than me?"
Mr. Malfoy only smiled at his twin children and proceeded to lead them to a bathroom.
"Get washed." He ordered.
"Hey dad," Freya gulped, her father did not approve of her colloquial language. But he turned around and faced her with a genuine smile. Must be in a good mood. She thought.
"You remembered." Freya pointed at the bathroom and herself, then to her brother.
"Yes sweetie, I remembered." If that it was even possible, their father's smile got even wider as he turned, chuckled to himself and walked in the direction of the stairs.
Staring at her father's retreating form with her mouth open, Draco had a brilliant idea. He disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared with a tube of toothpaste in his hand. Freya too occupied with the concept that Lucius Malfoy could be happy with his children and actually smile at them; she only noticed that her brother was once again laughing, once he had fallen to the floor clutching an almost empty tube of toothpaste. Closing her mouth, or at least attempting to she also realised that along with toothpaste tube in her brother's hand, there was also a taste of minty freshness in her mouth. Trying not to heave she spun around and ran into the bathroom. Draco at this point had got control of himself and was once again brushing down his attire. The sink taps could be heard moments after his sister had retreated. Trying not to laugh again, he walked back into the bathroom. And now faced with the sight of his sister getting as much water in her mouth to wash away the toothpaste. He snorted.
"Not…becoming….young…foy" Freya's sentence; barely recognisable was gargled to the blonde boy.
"In other words, Freya's mouth is too full of water to speak respectfully and she should really get her head out of the sink." Draco replied with the grace that his sister seemed to lack.
Chapter two up tomorrow! Review and tell me if it's any better now? Do it! :)