Here Me Now
A Draco/OC Story
The Blackwell Family, one of the most prominent pure blood families in America. They run and own the Vegas Strip and also a large portion of the West Coast, including Portland, Seattle and Los Angeles. But, unlike her brothers and sisters, Cain Blackwell was not obedient, like one in her position ought to be. She was ornery, she was rebellious, and she was downright not willing to listen to orders. But her hard ass personality is what makes her the only eligible heir to the Blackwell Legacy. With her Onyx and Neon Pink hair, punk attitude and clothing choice, Cain was the opposite of what her parents wanted her to be. She needed an attitude change. And they knew JUST who to send her to, good family friend… the MALFOYS!
I kept my iPod in my ears, turning up the music anytime my parental units even tried to vocalize. I was not thrilled, not the least bit. Being shipped off to some stuck up family friend's house and worse a god forsaken boarding school! I shifted my acidy green eyes in the direction of my stepmother. The look on her face brought a well deserved smirk to my lips. The distaste and almost pure hate that adorned her withering looks was the best. Most days I went out of my way to piss my step mother off, and every time it succeeded. Whether it was a new piercing, or perhaps just a little remark, I always made a move.
We were walking toward the middle of the Nevada desert, far enough away from the god forsaken muggles and any other prying eyes. I tightened the grip on my suitcase, but kept my face as blank and bored as possible. It was dark, and I watched as a Hawk soared above me. My heart tightened. That was the only thing I wanted; to get out of this position of being the Heiress. Give it any of my greedy siblings. Let them kill each other for it for all I care. I didn't want it. But I knew I was already damned to have it, and I'd have to damn one of my own children with it, if I have kids that is.
My father held out his sleeve, not even saying a word. But really, what was there to say? Here, take my sleeve so I can apporate us and thrust you on to someone else? I smirked and grabbed his arm.
"What are you smirking about, you ungrateful pest?" The Replacement (Aka my stepmother) asked me. I shrugged and played with my lip ring.
"Oh nothing, just… thinking." I said quietly. Thankfully, my father chose that time to apporate. With a pulling feeling in my naval, I was sucked forward. I secretly wondered if my piercing would slide out. I wasn't like most wizards or witches. I had piercings, and single tattoo. Sure, I was only a fifth year, but hey, it was my body and I will do what I damn well please with it. It's not because I look too different from witches or wizards here, because when I'm on the strip, I blend in so well you probably couldn't pick me out. At least in the Magic crowd.
We stopped suddenly in front of an iron wrought fence. White peacocks walked along the hedges that adorned each side. I gawked, they were sending me here? Was it a punishment… or a paradise? The Mansion looked so big I could search for days and still not find every single little room. I clamped my jaw as I was shoved forward by a hard hand as the gates swung open.
"Don't think you'll get away with anything here, girl." The Replacement sneered. "Narcissa won't be afraid to curse you, and don't you put it past Lucius. Now," With this, she ripped the headphones out of my head and shoved me again. "It's time you learned some manners!"
As I was marched up to the looming doom ahead, I looked up. In the corner of my eye I had caught a glimpse of white blonde hair. I didn't see enough to declare it a face of a person young or old. But it was a person. I smiled to myself. Perhaps I won't be the only one my age here. But I stuffed my hope. If they lived here, they had to be absolutely horrible. The doors opened slowly as we approached. The house wasn't well lit, but you could still see. I quirked an eyebrow at the setting to soon become my new cage, I guess it was just an acquired taste. A tall man, with long white blonde hair and a pointed face stood in the center of the room with a woman who had blonde and black hair. I licked my lips and stood straight. No way was I going to give these people a reason not to fear me. I was the next Heiress of the Blackwell family whether I liked it or not.
"Ahh Lucius," my father said, shaking the man's hand. Lucius offered my father a small smile. "I appreciate this, I owe you one." My father chuckled. He always sounded like the Godfather to me, but I guess that what you get when your fathers an Italian who is pretty much on of the biggest mob bosses out there. I stood straight as my father and the man exchanged words. I didn't care to listen, and I knew I would probably regret it but I would just wait and see.
"-Cain!" My father said, snapping me out of my thinking.
"Yes?" I asked in a bored tone, turning to face directly him and the other man.
"This is Lucius Malfoy, and his wife Narcissa," When the woman stepped over, he took her hand and placed a kiss on it. "They will be the family you will be staying with." He said, placing his hands behind his back. I had to force my eyes not to role. As if I couldn't have figured that one. I swallowed and bowed my head curtly.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." I said tightly. I saw Lucius cock an eyebrow. Suddenly, he looked back and motioned for some one behind him to come forward. A boy, with looks much like his father's stood beside him.
"This is my son, Draco." He said, while Draco shook my father's hand. "He will accompany you to Hogwarts. You will be sorted later in the week." Lucius informed me. I nodded and finally placed my attention on Draco. He looked straight laced, stuffy and no fun at all. I sighed and pouted a little on the inside. Of course, my only company is a stiff shirt like him. "Draco, escort Ms. Blackwell to her room and help her get settled. Dinner will be served after words." He said, dismissing us. Draco reached for my suitcase, but I grabbed it before he could.
"I am not made of porcelain, and I am not broken. I can carry my bags on my own, thank you." I said. He narrowed his stormy grey eyes at me and I smiled sweetly.
"Fine." He said curtly, leading the way back up the stairs. I cocked an eye brow and followed him. The walls were adorned with pictures of supposedly great family members, old pictures from quidditch teams past, a snake crest with the words Slytherin was in the middle of one of the walls. Finally we stopped at the end of the hall. The door was mahogany like the rest of the doors in the house, and had a silver snake for a handle. Draco grabbed the handle and pressed down on the latch, swinging the door open.
In the corner of the room there was a large four poster bed with black, green and silver. The room was the same, dark green walls with black mahogany wood floors and silver window frames. "Here we are." Draco said, walking into the room. I set my suitcase down on the bed and flopped down next to it. I looked back at Draco and laughed as he stood in the middle of the room.
"I don't bite you know." I said jokingly, sitting up and facing him. He gave me a sneer and walked out of the room. I sighed and chewed on my lip ring. "Well, so much for the social etiquette of the British."