Draco stood, looking up at the manor feeling the dread of what might be waiting for him beyond the door. The driver who had driven him- driven him of all things- here, had warned him.
"Sorry son, the Heralds are out on emergency business. Their daughter is the only one home." And then, he had tipped his hat, turned the limo around, and left without a backward glace.
So there Draco stood, duffle bag and suitcase in his arms, dreading what evil surprise attack slash ambush was waiting for him. But as clouds soon were cast over ever the sky threatening rain, he decided to head on up the brick path. With every forced step, Draco cursed his greedy, muggle hating, paranoid, sad excuse for a wizard of a father.
the sky, threatening rain, he had no choice but to walk up the cobble stoned path. With every step, he cursed his greedy, paranoid, muggle-hating father with great passion. It was his fault this was happening after all.
But something distracted his concentrated loathing. It sounded at first like a war zone of some kind in the distance. But then again, it sounded too cheery to be that. When he was at least five yards away from the front steps, he realized it was a bass of some kind of stereo. Crabbe had had one like it, but Draco's father never allowed any sort of muggle contraption in his manor.
Closer and closer he came. The manor loomed above him… all four stories. The source of the noise came from the first floor though, close to shattering every window on the entire left side of the manor.
The door, much to his surprise and luck was unlocked. There was no way she would have heard the doorbell or even care to answer for that matter. The foyer was exactly the same. Draco had been here countless times. Coming with his parents for parties, dinners, or even just to be babysat like this time. There was a white carpet in the center of the beige marble floor, running in three directions. Up the stairs, through a right doorway, and through a left doorway. Draco set his bags in front of the stairs, and walked through the left door way, taking in everything.
Following the main source of the pounding bass, he eventually wound up in what looked to be a muggle heaven. Some contraptions he recognized, others, he didn't. There was a rather large television, three sofas created a n shape in the center of the room, a large stereo… one he was afraid to touch in fear he might break it, a computer, and some more things on the far wall.
He spotted Rosalie immediately. She was upside down on a couch. Her legs ran up the back of the couch, and her feet were waving in the air along with the song. She was the only person he knew that could listen to this stuff long enough to enjoy it, much less memorize every word. Her long, light brown hair swayed across the green carpet as she shook her head side to side, concentrating on the rubrics cube in her hands.
He stood in the door way watching her, and she didn't seem to even notice him. Slowly, he realized he was being poisoned. The song was on repeat, and he had begun to memorize it as well.
Better watch out
I'm going for the knock out
And I won't stop till I'm on top now
Not gonna give up till I get what's mine
He groaned, and walked over to the stereo system not sure which button to press. Finally, he decided on the big, red glowing one. He was in luck, and it went off suddenly. The silence hurt his ears, it seemed so loud. He turned to see Rosalie standing with her hands on her hips, starring at him coldly. He shrugged, and then yelped with surprise when the rubrics cube hit him squarely in the chest. It hadn't hurt and he didn't know why it had suddenly surprised him. She was always throwing things at him.
"Hello to you to Herald," he said pleasantly, folding his arms over his chest, adding his trade mark smirk.
"I was listening to that, Malfoy!" she said pointedly. "My ears were bleeding," he answered patronizingly. She stuck out her tongue, and he did the same. It was a terribly immature thing to do. Draco followed her as Rosalie stalked out of the room. He was going to enjoy this Summer.