A/N: I would first off like to tell you all that this was written by
Sarida(jackrussel666) and me, and I recommend you to all read her stories.
We own none of the Harry Potter characters.
Ever After
It was a great night in the manor's lounge room. Nice and cold. Not to forget quiet too. Nice and quiet. I seated myself on the comfiest chair there was. So what if I had to kick a house elf off it? They were meant to be working in the kitchen. And anyway, I was Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy and no-one messed with Draco Malfoy. So that was the lovely atmosphere I had around me when I started writing.
Dear 'Mione
Oh yeah, and first things first. I wasn't writing to Hermione Granger, mudblood and bookworm extraordinaire. Hell no! I was writing to my penpal who just happens to have that first name. She's been my penpal since I was 7. Met her in a muggle store while father was away doing some 'important business' as he calls it. I could've sworn she was a witch. Just didn't have the muggle stench about her. But I couldn't risk it. So as far as she was concerned, I was Draco who went to Arnishnath Highschool in Edinburgh. I was sitting there thinking. What could I write? I love you, I love you, I love you! were the first words that popped into my head. But no. I don't think that'd go very well. Okay, so I've fallen for a girl I haven't seen in 8 years! And one who could be a bloody muggle! Not a very Malfoy thing to go telling her now is it? So I decided to try and make her laugh. She's just the type of person that'd do that to you. Brighten up your day with one of her letters and make you laugh so hard you feel compelled to at least try to make your letter funny. Not to forget her letters seem to have this way of making me go soft sometimes. She's even managed to convince me that Golden Boy, Miss I-Just-Electrocuted-Myself- This-Morning and Weasel are actually half-way human. Didn't mean I stopped insulting them though. That was just too fun.
How's your day been? My whole day was spent trying to get Pug-face (my nickname for Pansy Parkinson) off my arm and trying to convince Pea-brain and Sir Lump-alike (Crabbe and Goyle) that eating the ingredients in chemistry class was NOT a good idea. Well, that and the everyday struggles of attempting, attempt is the key word here, to get the best grades so I can please my father but never managing 'cause some girl who can only ever be recognised with her head buried in a chunk of wood always gets a better mark. Oh well, life goes on. How's you friend's pet going by the way? A budgie is he? With Nebula I always find a good way to get him to calm down is to give him a piece of buttered toast. That NORMALLY calms him down, and on the rare occasions when it doesn't. RUN LIKE HELL! Well, gotta go. Draco. XXX
I figured the X's were a bit of a risk, but at least that way I'd get to see a reaction. If she freaks out then I could say it was a dare. I'd already told her I wasn't one to pass down a dare anyway. You must be wondering how come I let a possible muggle know I have a pet owl. Easy. I have to deliver the letters SOMEHOW, so I made up a story that my dad always had a strange thing for owls and he bought me an especially trained one for my birthday. Brilliant isn't it?
After writing the letter I went up to my room and tied it on to Nebula's leg. I was just about to settle down on my bed and get a good dose of Servant of the Bones, great book, when I heard Binky's annoying voice.
"Young Master Malfoy! Master is wanting you. A guest is here. Master says to comes in Young Master's good clothes."
Someone is gonna have to bash that thing 'till it speaks decent English one day.
"Yeah Binky, tell Luscius I'll be down in a sec."
Great. Another visitor. Let's all play "Show-off-the-one-legitimate-son" now shall we? Who's the guest anyway? Probably just one of his whores. Poor mother, she has to listen to them all night too. Sometimes I wonder if he's really just a rabbit in disguise. I quickly throw on a black dress robe and walk down the stairs. I was right, the visitor was a woman. But wrinkles, grey hair, a wart the size of the Slytherin Commonroom? My father is a sick, sick man.
"Draco," he began, as he saw me walking down the stairs. "I would like you to meet Miriam Lestrange. Miriam, this is my son, Draco." "Hello," she said, putting on a rather sickening smile. "Hello," I said, smiling back. "What an ugly wench," I added under my breath. "What was that?" my father questioned. "I said, what a lovely witch," Thank Merlin his hearing's been getting bad. Must be from that mad 'master' of his screaming his brains out all the time. "She's not one," he mouthed back. Well, at least I have the assurance that my father isn't completely blind and sick minded. So, if she wasn't a whore that must mean she's one of his cronies. Folks, the game show has switched from "Help-father-get-the-whore- into-bed" to "Make-the-cronie-feel-welcome-so-she-gets-drunk-and-tells- father-everything". Long title, I know, I only came up with it yesterday. "Well, I better go," I said, interrupting the silence. Servant of the Bones, I'm coming. "But Draco, I'm sure you'll be quite interested by what Mrs. Lestrange has to say," my father interrupted. Or not. Fair book about a lot of distress, you shall have to wait for your book reading prince for a few more minutes.
Ever After
It was a great night in the manor's lounge room. Nice and cold. Not to forget quiet too. Nice and quiet. I seated myself on the comfiest chair there was. So what if I had to kick a house elf off it? They were meant to be working in the kitchen. And anyway, I was Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy and no-one messed with Draco Malfoy. So that was the lovely atmosphere I had around me when I started writing.
Dear 'Mione
Oh yeah, and first things first. I wasn't writing to Hermione Granger, mudblood and bookworm extraordinaire. Hell no! I was writing to my penpal who just happens to have that first name. She's been my penpal since I was 7. Met her in a muggle store while father was away doing some 'important business' as he calls it. I could've sworn she was a witch. Just didn't have the muggle stench about her. But I couldn't risk it. So as far as she was concerned, I was Draco who went to Arnishnath Highschool in Edinburgh. I was sitting there thinking. What could I write? I love you, I love you, I love you! were the first words that popped into my head. But no. I don't think that'd go very well. Okay, so I've fallen for a girl I haven't seen in 8 years! And one who could be a bloody muggle! Not a very Malfoy thing to go telling her now is it? So I decided to try and make her laugh. She's just the type of person that'd do that to you. Brighten up your day with one of her letters and make you laugh so hard you feel compelled to at least try to make your letter funny. Not to forget her letters seem to have this way of making me go soft sometimes. She's even managed to convince me that Golden Boy, Miss I-Just-Electrocuted-Myself- This-Morning and Weasel are actually half-way human. Didn't mean I stopped insulting them though. That was just too fun.
How's your day been? My whole day was spent trying to get Pug-face (my nickname for Pansy Parkinson) off my arm and trying to convince Pea-brain and Sir Lump-alike (Crabbe and Goyle) that eating the ingredients in chemistry class was NOT a good idea. Well, that and the everyday struggles of attempting, attempt is the key word here, to get the best grades so I can please my father but never managing 'cause some girl who can only ever be recognised with her head buried in a chunk of wood always gets a better mark. Oh well, life goes on. How's you friend's pet going by the way? A budgie is he? With Nebula I always find a good way to get him to calm down is to give him a piece of buttered toast. That NORMALLY calms him down, and on the rare occasions when it doesn't. RUN LIKE HELL! Well, gotta go. Draco. XXX
I figured the X's were a bit of a risk, but at least that way I'd get to see a reaction. If she freaks out then I could say it was a dare. I'd already told her I wasn't one to pass down a dare anyway. You must be wondering how come I let a possible muggle know I have a pet owl. Easy. I have to deliver the letters SOMEHOW, so I made up a story that my dad always had a strange thing for owls and he bought me an especially trained one for my birthday. Brilliant isn't it?
After writing the letter I went up to my room and tied it on to Nebula's leg. I was just about to settle down on my bed and get a good dose of Servant of the Bones, great book, when I heard Binky's annoying voice.
"Young Master Malfoy! Master is wanting you. A guest is here. Master says to comes in Young Master's good clothes."
Someone is gonna have to bash that thing 'till it speaks decent English one day.
"Yeah Binky, tell Luscius I'll be down in a sec."
Great. Another visitor. Let's all play "Show-off-the-one-legitimate-son" now shall we? Who's the guest anyway? Probably just one of his whores. Poor mother, she has to listen to them all night too. Sometimes I wonder if he's really just a rabbit in disguise. I quickly throw on a black dress robe and walk down the stairs. I was right, the visitor was a woman. But wrinkles, grey hair, a wart the size of the Slytherin Commonroom? My father is a sick, sick man.
"Draco," he began, as he saw me walking down the stairs. "I would like you to meet Miriam Lestrange. Miriam, this is my son, Draco." "Hello," she said, putting on a rather sickening smile. "Hello," I said, smiling back. "What an ugly wench," I added under my breath. "What was that?" my father questioned. "I said, what a lovely witch," Thank Merlin his hearing's been getting bad. Must be from that mad 'master' of his screaming his brains out all the time. "She's not one," he mouthed back. Well, at least I have the assurance that my father isn't completely blind and sick minded. So, if she wasn't a whore that must mean she's one of his cronies. Folks, the game show has switched from "Help-father-get-the-whore- into-bed" to "Make-the-cronie-feel-welcome-so-she-gets-drunk-and-tells- father-everything". Long title, I know, I only came up with it yesterday. "Well, I better go," I said, interrupting the silence. Servant of the Bones, I'm coming. "But Draco, I'm sure you'll be quite interested by what Mrs. Lestrange has to say," my father interrupted. Or not. Fair book about a lot of distress, you shall have to wait for your book reading prince for a few more minutes.