Love of a Family
Summary- Never, not even in her wildest dreams, did she ever think that a single trip out into Diagon Alley for Christmas presents and ice cream would result in the family she had always desired. |Takes place Christmas of First Year|
Warning(s)- Parental Malfoys and Snape. Good but dark Malfoys. Fem!Harry. Siblings!Harry/Draco. Diciplinary Spankings of minors. Dumbledore Bashing. Biased Mr. and Mrs.Weasley.
Revised- 19.6.18: Fixed spelling mistakes and any missing words as well as added some to it.
Love of a Family #2
"Draco Lucius! Mind your manners!" She was surprised to hear the stern voice that followed the short greeting between the two of them and looked up to see who it was and had to blink away the perplexed awe from her eyes.
The reprimand came from a woman and she looked up and to her surprise saw it had come Narcissa Malfoy. The woman, just as she had when she'd first met her at Madam Malkin's before Hogwarts, was beautiful. Her blonde hair was down into an intricate dutch braid that fell over her shoulders. She wore a dark blue corset dress, the top half of the corset was done in black before it faded into a dark blue which disappeared into lighter shades until the hem was an icy blue white. Over it she wore an open white robe which just added to her overall beauty and reminded her of a princess. She saw whom she could only assume was Lucius Malfoy standing behind her dressed in black slacks and a dark blue dress shirt, a dark, open robe thrown over his shoulders.
She blinked when Draco's voice drifted to her ears and internally smirked. Oh she'd never let him live this down.
"Yes, mama." He said, properly reprimanded.
"Heiress Potter," It was Lord Malfoy that spoke and she was surprised at the soft baritone of his voice. Everyone had always told her he was cold and calculating and had expected his voice to be cold and distant and if there was any confusion to how he addressed her it was buried in her mind for a later time.
"Yes, sir?" Hyacinth asked with a tilt of her head as she looked up into the blue gray eyes of the man. She figured she'd behave with the proper manners unless provoked.
"Would you mind if my family and I sat with you? This place is unusually full for this time of year and there are no other seats."
She looked up at him, blinking twice before she turned to look at Draco who was already sitting down and eating his rather large bowl of ice cream.
"I don't see why that would be a problem, sir." She said as she turned to look up into his eyes once more, a small smile making its way onto her face as she saw his lips twitch slightly and his face soften somewhat as he took a seat next to her and sat by Draco. She was glad she'd placed her bags under the seat.
She went back to eating her ice cream, concentrating on counting the spoonfuls that went into her mouth in order to ignore the scene the family made in front of her.
Looking back at the book sitting next to her ice cream, Hyacinth once moore looked at the golden letters that spelled the authors name, and before she could stomp it down, her curiosity got the better of her, prompting her to turn towards .
"Excuse me, Sir, may I ask you a question?" She said and saw as the man pulled away from his conversation with his wife to look down at her.
Lucius Malfoy was curious about the Potter Heiress. From what he understood from Severus' incessant whining about the child's disrespect, she was lazy and lacked proper manners. However from this brief interaction with the girl, he'd received nothing but the proper responses and respect from her. A smirk threatened to form on his face as he thought about rubbing it in his dear friend's face that maybe the child just disliked him and lashed out.
When she spoke to him, drawing him away from his conversation with Cissy, he saw doe like eyes wide with curiosity looking up at him.
"What can I do for you, young lady?" and he saw her hesitate for a moment as her eyes looked down at the book next to her before she drew up that famous Gryffindor courage of hers and spoke.
"Are you related to Abraxas Malfoy?" She asked quite bluntly but the curiosity never faded from those green eyes even as his mask broke for a moment to show his shock at hearing his father's name. "Oh! and please call me Hyacinth. I don't much like formality unless it's ABSOLUTELY necessary and while this might be one of those situations it doesn't feel as such." She added and her emphasis on the word was accompanied by the scrunching up of her nose in distaste.
It was amusing, though he didn't let it show- Cissa most likely knew from the look of amusement she was send him.
"Yes. He is my father." He would have thought that with her question answered, her curiosity would be abated but then her brows knitted together in confusion- and what was there to be confused about?- the curious gaze still on him. "Why do you ask?"
Her smile at the use of her name was blinding as she answered him.
"I was merely curious. You see, I'm reading a book about the history of my family, written before my father first year naturally as I have no doubt anything after that is mere speculation, and the author is listed as, well, your father, sir."
And didn't that answer surprise him some. Though knowing his father, it shouldn't have.
He hummed in answer as he pondered for a moment, stealing a glance at his wife and son who were looking at the book in question. "I would love to say I'm not surprised that he wrote a book on the history of your family, child, but as I was unaware of this I'm afraid to say I am." How it never showed on his lists of profits of what went into the family vault he wouldn't know. "The Potter's and Malfoy's have always been close, though never closer than when your grandfather, Charlus, and my father met at Hogwarts. Why it was my father that wrote it, however, I'm afraid I don't know."
Glancing down at the girl, he saw her looking down at the book in front of her contemplatively-curse his father for never making him aware that he'd ever published a book, and saw that with the tilt of her head her hair had fallen to her back, and narrowed his eyes at the curiously shaped bruise on her neck.
It looked to be shaped like rather thick and large fingers that he was sure spanned the entirety of her neck. Putting up a privacy ward, he turned to Cissa to see her own eyes narrowed at the exposed skin as both of their magics simmered in anger under their skin.
"Hyacinth," He started slowly, blue eyes losing the kindness that had been in them while addressing her, turning them an steely blue, startling her away from her thoughts as she turned to look up at him. "Why is it, that you have what looks to be a hand shaped bruise on your neck?"
He knew, the moment she tensed and there was fear in those effervescent green eyes, that the answer wouldn't endear to him, nor his wife.
But he'll be damned if he doesn't get his answers.