Instead of doing what an even halfway sane person would have done, which would have been to take the hand and get up, I just stared at the person in front of me in awe, taking in his features. As I had already mentioned, he had icy blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. He was rather tall and slender, yet it was evident that he possessed quite a bit of strength. All in all he was drop dead gorgeous. Once he noticed that I was giving him the once-over, he shot me one of those I-know-I'm-Hot smirks.
"Enjoying the view?" he questioned cockily.
Boys. I rolled my eyes and got up, ignoring his out stretched hand.
Just then a gorgeous lady, who I remembered to be Mrs. Malfoy, walked into the room.
"Patricia! It's so good to see you." She exclaimed, greeting my mother.
"Indeed Narcissa, it is lovely to meet again."
At this moment we were joined by another tall man with long blonde hair, who I pinpointed to be Mr. Malfoy. After having greeted my parents, he turned to the blonde boy from earlier, addressing him "Draco, why don't you show the ladies to the dining room? Your mother, Mr and Mrs Fletcher and I have some rather urgent matters to discuss."
"Yes, father." He replied and started leaving the room, motioning for willow and myself to follow him. It was obvious that he disliked following orders.
Wait a minute. Draco. Why does that name ring a bell... Oh crap, it's him. The slimy, cocky, arrogant insert-whatever-negative-quality-here idiot. I mentally slapped myself for even considering him hot just a few moments ago.
I must admit, whoever decorated Malfoy Manor had great taste. The hallways were lined with paintings and various silver ornaments, all the rooms had very high ceilings, and the hallway walls were painted a nice beige. Soon, we arrived at what I supposed was the dining room, seeing as Draco stopped in front of it and opened the door, stepping inside the room, Willow following suite. Soon enough I found myself in a large room, which was extravagantly decorated. The walls were painted a dark green colour, one of the walls was covered in floor-to-ceiling windows though. The room's middle was graced by a long oak table, which I was sure could seat about 30 people.
For a few moments, we all just stood there awkwardly.
"So, you guys-"Malfoy began, but was cut short by Willow.
"Really need to talk. Excuse us." She simply stated, dragging me out of the room.
Once we were in the hallway she began "You like him, don't you?" I was about to open my mouth but she beat me to it. Again. "Don't even try to deny it, I saw the looks you gave him earlier."
"Wills, that was before I knew who he was. Yeah, I thought he was pretty hot, but EW! This is Malfoy we're talking about for fuck's sake."
"Oh thank god, I was afraid I would have to whack you over the head to get that git out of your head." She sighed in relief and hugged me.
I simply rolled my eyes at her. "Are you done pestering me about liking people who I wouldn't even consider liking before hell froze over for today or do you wish to ask me if I like Zach? Or maybe Vincent?"
"Ha-Ha. Very funny." She said while dragging me back into the dining room.
Luckily, we were joined by our parents before Malfoy got the chance to open that big mouth of his.
Dinner passed rather uneventfully for the most part, our parents basically just catching up about trivial things, the three of us young people sitting in silence mostly, apart from the occasional remark passed between Willow and myself. That was until my mother said "Girls we have a little something to tell you."
Uh Oh, I thought.
"Since your father and myself have to leave on business again early tomorrow morning and we don't want you two alone in the new house just yet, Willow, you will be staying with the Evans while you, Lyra will be staying here with the Malfoys until school starts in a week."
"But why-" I began, just to be cut off by my father.
"You will see soon enough why this is so important. There is no arguing about this."
I simply humphed and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
Boy was I going to hate staying here with annoyingness personified. Or so I thought...
