Jennifer's note: Hi! I hope you liked the first chapter! Thank you for reading!
Chapter Two
"Julia, oh good god what happened!" My mother shrieked as me and Draco stepped into the sparkling clean kitchen. She was at the table doing a crossword, tapping her pencil rapidly as if waiting for me to come home.
I glanced sideways at Draco, he looked absolutely chagrined, his face red a million times over. He just looked down at his soaked shoes.
My mother, bug-eyed, rushed over to us using her wand to get us towels, to run the tap with warm water, and pull the chairs out from the large table out all at once.
"Charles! Come have a look at Julia! She's hurt!" My mother took Draco and I by the hand and sat us down.
"What's your name sweetheart?" Mom said as she touched Draco's nose gingerly and cleaned it with a damp towel and healing the wound with her wand.
"Draco Malfoy. Thanks. " Draco muttered, clasping and unclasping his hands, trying to fold his arms over his chest. My mother smiled at him and put the towel down. Draco looked almost good as new.
"You need clothes…" My mother murmured.
"Julia what in god's name-" My father came into the kitchen from upstairs, taking off his glasses.
He immediately knelt in front of Draco and I pulling out his wand and healing our scrapes. He frantically swished his wand and made lemonade appear in front of us.
"Drink children, you look parched. Where did you go Julia, you worried your mother and I to death. I checked at the gazebo and you were gone." My father was stern by the end.
I took a sip of lemonade, holding the glass with both hands. "Sorry father, I went to help Draco, he was stuck in the woods…" I said haphazardly. I realized that probably wasn't the best alibi.
"You went in the woods by yourself again?" My father said, disapprovingly. He stood and crossed his arms, "well thank goodness you helped this boy, he looks a fright!"
Father chuckled and muttered, "accio pants, shirt."
Draco looked positively mortified. "Julia saved me."
My father smiled, "Lucky you are son! However, Julia- no more playing in the woods."
I pouted, amending to myself that I probably could if I had someone with me. I looked at Draco quickly, I possibly had a new playmate.
My mother smiled, "here darling, put these on. Malfoy…Hm… You aren't Lucius' son are you?"
Draco stood and pulled the khakis on over his pale legs, my father had sat down and I sat on his lap. He was so worried about me. He ruffled my hair.
My mother just surveyed Draco, Draco responded "yes, we live just beyond the forest."
"Your parents have come to some of our parties, you remember them don't you Charles? Lucius and Narcissa?"
"Ah yes, I see Lucius at work sometimes." My father said, smiling.
"You look just like Lucius!" My mother chuckled, offering Draco a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you." Draco smiled.
"How do you know my father?" Draco asked, after he took a sip of lemonade.
"Ah, well I'm head of Auror headquarters, I'm supposed to know everyone." My father said jokingly, his lips turning up at the corners and I just looked at him, admiringly. My father was my hero.
Draco's smile turned down a little. It didn't escape my notice.
"Oh. I see."
I plopped down back on the ground, "father can we take Draco home?"
"Of course sweetheart, we can take the fireplace."
I turned to Draco, "wanna come over tomorrow to play?"
Draco smiled, "yes, that sounds excellent." His eyes shone with genuine happiness.
My mother and father smiled, leading us to the large fireplace in the next room.
"Thanks for my sword." I said to Draco quietly.
He just nodded, "anytime."
"What's your favorite color?" Draco asked.
"Blue."
"Girls don't like blue!" He scoffed.
Draco and I were laying in the meadow looking up at clouds in the sky. It was a few weeks later from our first encounter. He came over nearly everyday to come play. He had told his parents about Matthew and Charlie, and Draco and I had a riot watching Lucius scold the boys giving both painful whacks in the head with his wand. Narcissa was overjoyed that Draco had me to play with because we were both only children and there were few children in the surrounding lands.
"Well, I like it. What's yours?"
"Green. Like Slytherin." He said matter-of-factly, with a smug smile on his face.
I turned to face him, head propped up on my arm.
"My mother and father were in Gryffindor." I said proudly. Draco was talking about the wizarding school Hogwarts that him and I would attend, in the very distant future.
"Really? Both of mine were in Slytherin. It's the best house."
I ruffled his hair, "is not!"
"Is too." He stuck out his tongue, laughing.
"I don't really care about which house I'm in. "
Draco's eyebrows pulled together, "my father has stories about Slytherin. I want to be in it."
"You probably will be then." I said confidently.
He just smiled back at me, "you should be in it too if you don't care."
"Then we could play everyday!" I said laughing.
He nodded excitedly, "yup. It'll be great. We'd never be separated."
"Promise you'll be in Slytherin?" He said, getting up and crossing his legs. He was smiling so big, looking at me.
I laughed, "of course!" I was overjoyed at the thought of having my new friend with me at school.
We shook hands and he ruffled my hair and we both laid back down looking for shapes in the clouds.
"That one looks like dung."
"Ew, Draco." I said laughing.
Draco and I spent near everyday of the summer this way. We'd come over to each other's houses in the morning and spend the entire day together, until past dusk to bedtime when our parents would force us to come home and we'd sulk and plead for just one more hour. We never got tired of exploring the garden, or challenging each other to wizarding games. We only found more to do and more to talk about. We had become each other's best friend.