Raspberry Wine
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the world or canon characters they belong to JK Rowling.
Prologue
The Malfoy manor was a beautiful old Victorian style manor. Ivy grew up the West Side of the black house. Blood red and yellow roses intertwined with the ivy. The inside was just as beautiful. The floor was made of white marble, while the walls and ceiling resembled that of an opera house. The staircase was spiral with a deep emerald green carpet stretching the entire length of the stairs. A large crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the hallway. But the outside and the inside architecture of the manor were all that was beautiful.
The shelves inside the drawing room were lined with dark magic artifacts. Things were lined up straight as if they were apart of some kind of army awaiting the command to strike. A glass of human eyes graced the mantle of the dinning room. While a portrait of a stiff- lipped- upper-class- aristocratic family hung above the fireplace, passing judgment over all that came into the room.
In the sitting room, lined along the wall were several glass cases. Each of these cases had a large gold plate with the name of a Malfoy family member engraved. Inside was an assortment of smaller gold and sliver plates with names engraved on them. If a smaller plate was gold then that meant that the person was dead and their index finger could be found above their name plate and was killed by the member of the Malfoy family who's case it was in. If the plate was sliver then that meant that the person was not dead but was hurt so badly they were permanently in St. Mungos.
Out of all the cases only two were empty with the exception of a name plate one large one that read: DRACO MALFOY in one and PERSEPHONE MALFOY in the other. They were the two youngest Malfoy's, Draco in his sixth year at Hogwarts and Persephone in her seventh. Both were in Slytherin. The whole of Slytherin followed Persephone. She was her father's pride and joy, she was pale like the rest of the family but unlike them, she had dark brown hair that was waist length. Lucius held a special place for his daughter in his life. Her father took her to death eater meetings. Since she was seventeen she could join them when she was finished with school. Draco had another year.
Draco had been to death eater meetings and didn't want his sister to go and join. Avery, a death eater the, age of Lucius wanted to marry her. Draco thought this was immoral, unethical and just wrong. He wanted her to marry Marcus Flint the Slytherin Quidditch team captain. Persephone however insisted that Flint was in love with Oliver Wood, a thought that made Draco cringe.
Raspberry Wine
The cool night air blew through the trees quietly, like the tranquil sea, peaceful and relaxing. A boy of 16 sat at the lake's edge. He listened as the gentle sound of water hit the sandy shore.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. All he knew was that he need to be on his own for a while. He needed to gather his thoughts and form some sort of a plan. After all whom would he be if he failed? What kind of man would he be? What would his father say? Suddenly, from behind him, he heard the faint sounds of footsteps drawing nearer to him. Disturbing his peace. He knew who it was. After all who else would it be? He knew he shouldn't be mad at her. She only wanted to help him. She cared. She was worried.
The cool air blew a lock of blonde hair out of place. He wiped a tear of utter frustration from his alabaster cheek.
"Draco?" A soft voice broke the stony silence.
"Yes Pansy." Draco answered her with a sting.
"I thought that I might find you here. What are you doing?"
" Well I was thinking in solitude until you came." He retorted.
" Oh" her voice fell. " I was just wondering how you were doing." She finished timidly.
"I'm fine Pansy"
Pansy looked to her feet for a second and kicked at an invisible rock.
"Are you Draco? I'm really worried about you."
"Don't waste your time Pansy."
"I know it must be hard for you, but I"
Draco cut her off before she could finish her thought.
"But what Pansy. You don't know what it's like. It's all Potter's fault! He is why my father is in Azkaban!" Draco's words cut like a knife through the cold night air. They hung there for what seemed like a fortnight.
"I'm sorry Draco, I just want to help you."
"You want to help Pansy? You want to bloody help! Then leave me alone."
"Draco"
"Leave Pansy just go."
Pansy said nothing, but turned and left Draco alone at the lake. Draco could hear the faint sounds of her footsteps as they were carried into the castle.
Draco sat alone again and reached in his bag for his bottle of fire whiskey.
What am I going to do?
The wind blew through the trees as he racked his brain for a plan.
It has to work. I can't let my father down. I'm a Malfoy.. When this is all over everyone will get what they deserve. Father will get freedom and Potter, He will be in Fathers empty cell.
When he finished the whiskey, he through the empty bottle down. It rolled in the grass and came to a halt at his heels. The anger that he had built up over the past year was surging in him like a harsh unforgiving rain.
I have to do this alone. I know Persephone will want to come and help me. But she can't its too dangerous. She could get hurt.
The wind was now picking up. Draco shivered. He wished he had brought his coat and Russian cap but they were back in his dorm.
Why didn't I drink it slower?! Draco cursed himself.
Just then a boys voice broke the silence.
"Hey Malfoy!"
Draco turned to see Blaise. Blaise had a smile across his face. "I sent Potter flying across the great hall" he declared with an air that Draco had never heard in the six years he knew Blaise.
Zimbini chatted away happily.
Why won't he shut up? And effing leave me alone? Draco thought desperately.
Blaise continued to speak happily with hand gestures that were fitting of a sarority girl when the new fall fashions come out.
Shut up, I really don't care now! Draco thought ruefully.
"Holy mother of prada!" Blaise yelled.
Draco looked over and saw that Terry Boot was across the lawn.
"Oh! That sexy bitch! He is such a fox! Draco, do you think he knows how sexy is?"
Before Draco could answer, that he didn't care, Blaise ran off in pursuit of Mr. Boot.
He's never going to get him.
Draco lay on his back on the soft grass. Suddenly, Draco sat upright.
I need to ride a thestral to spring father!
The plan was perfect. After seeing his aunt die over the summer, Draco could see them.
So I know how I'm going to get there to spring him. But now I have to figure out what I'm going to do once I get there.
Draco got up, and went back to the castle. He went into his dorm. When he entered, he noticed that Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise were all already asleep. By the state of floor, Draco could see that Blaise was upset when he returned. His collection of pink shirts that were normally in a tidy stack in his trunk now lay scattered on the floor.
"What a drama queen" Draco muttered.
He went to the foot of his bed and pulled out his green silk pajamas. He pulled the covers back and climbed in bed. He pulled the green hangings around his bed and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Draco woke up and pulled on his clothes. He headed up to the great hall and took his usual seat next to Pansy.
Pansy kissed his cheek.
"Good morning Draco, what time did you get in last night?"
" Late"
"I'm sorry for upsetting you yesterday"
"Pansy, can we just forget about it?"
Pansy was in shock. But she just smiled and at him and said:
"Sure"
Pansy noticed that Draco had a gift for ignoring the things that he did not wish to acknowledge.
She also knew that talking to him about it would not get her anywhere so she sat in silence with him and ate her breakfast.
Blaise walked up to breakfast refreshed in his trademark 'I feel like a woman' shirt.
"Hey girl!" He said to Pansy as he sat down across from her and buttered a slice of toast for himself.
Pansy smiled politely.
"Hey Blaise and how are you on this fine morning?" She asked him with a pleasant smile.
"Girl I'm great!" he said as he flashed a white smile at her. The rest of the meal passed with out further discussion.
Persephone walked into the great hall and sat down on Draco's other side.
"Hey little brother!"
"Don't call me that please!"
Persephone smiled and said nothing to Draco. The bell rang and everyone departed for class. Draco turned to his sister and said:
"So see you tonight?" Persephone smiled and nodded at her brother.
