Well I liked the idea so here is another chapter. I hope there are at least some people out there enjoying my fic.
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Draco had a house elf get one of the guest rooms ready for Trinity. After placing her in the large bed, he left quietly, allowing her to wake up in her own time as the spell wore off.
He spent the remainder of the evening in his study, sorting out business papers and writing letters to various people. His study was tidy, everything had it's own place in the dark green and black room.
Behind him was a large window that looked out onto the Malfoy grounds. The sund had long since set, leaving a sprinkling of stars in the sky surrounding a half-moon.
Not long after his clock chimed seven o'clock, a house elf knocked and entered, bowing low. "Master, the young lady has awoken."
Draco stood, "bring her down to dine with me." He said.
The elf looked up as he approached the doorway, "she demanded to speak with you Master."
Draco sighed inwardly, "very well." The elf bowed once more and hurried down the hallway.
Walking at a leisurely pace, he approached Trinity's room. He knocked once but did not wait for an answer before entering. Old habits die hard, he thought to himself.
Trinity was sitting on the end of the bed, looking so small in the large room. "I thought you had left." She said when she saw him.
"Leave my own home?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She shrugged, "I thought it was just some fancy hotel."
Draco said nothing, but closed the door and walked to the window, "Do you not like it?"
When he turned around, she was staring at him strangely. "What would you do if I said I didn't?" She eventually asked.
Draco was surprised by her boldness, "I'd stand here and tell you that really, you don't have a choice so you're going to have to stay here whether you like it or not."
She smiled, "it's a good think I like it then."
There was a silence between them as she walked around the room, inspecting it carefully. "Why don't you have lights?"
Draco frowned, "but there is light in this room." He gestured to the floating candles.
"Yes, I realised," she said somewhat dryly, "but I meant, real lights."
"Real lights?" Draco stared at her in confusion.
Trinity seemed only confused by Draco's confusion which meant they sat in a confused silence for a while.
"There is a lot I need to explain I think." Draco told her slowly, "but I'm hungry, would you like some dinner?"
The dark haired girl eyed him closely, "alright." She said and got up to follow him out.
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It wasn't until late at night when Trinity was lying in the large bed, surrounded by silk sheets, that she allowed herself to properly think about what had happened to her.
There was a possibility that it was all a dream and she would wake up tomorrow in the same tent she had been sharing with three other people for the past three months.
She had been separated from her family and friends after a strong hurricane destroyed their home. Not that she had ever been particularly close to her family. But the home had been all they'd had. Now she couldn't believe after three months living in a tent, she was lying in what had to be the nicest home she had ever set foot in.
It wasn't even really a home, what had Draco called it? A Manor. Wow, how had all this happened to her?
And Draco. What mother named her child Draco? She didn't have the faintest idea where a name like that came from. But she supposed it was a rich person thing, because from the look of their home, they were rather well off to say the least.
She remembered last week lying in the tent, wondering what was going to happen to all of them, the survivors who had no where to go, when a girl she was sharing the tent with burst in, "they're saving us!"
She had leapt up and followed the others to where several well dressed men were talking seriously. "They're finding us homes to live in!" the girl jumped happily, "and they're finding our families!"
Trinity had smiled at her excitement but felt somewhat pessimistic. How could they find homes for everyone here? There were so many of them, so many people to take care of a so many families to find.
But they had ushered them to a field the next day, settled them down and said there would be people coming to help them in a couple of days. Then the authorities had left; only a few remained to handle the hundreds of people situated in the centre of this giant patch of grass.
Trinity thought it was just some ploy; they were going to be left here where no one had to worry about them. They were all doomed.
But then one morning, people started appearing, simply out of thin air. Everyone was scared, waiting to awaken from this nightmare where people dressed in long robes strolled around calling to each other and waving sticks around.
They huddled together, afraid and yet hoping that somehow these people had come to help. There was disorder, crying, yelling and all out confusion as they were separated and called on by these strangers.
She had begun to feel real fear when the others were gone. She couldn't see where they were being taken. And soon she was the only one left.
Standing alone in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by strangers that appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and tired, she didn't know what to do when he came to her.
He was tall, that was her first thought, tall and athletic. Though he also seemed unusually pale, his hair strikingly blonde, almost white. His features were sharp, a harsh contrast to the warm light around them.
He said hello to her, his voice quiet. She had expected him to be loud or harsh in sound to match his features. But he sounded friendly, understanding.
She tried to hide her fear and held out her hand to shake. "Hello, I'm Trinity."
He had seemed surprised, maybe he expected her to be afraid. Well she was.
She remembered how nice he'd seemed, calmly talking to her. It was nice to feel a little safer now even if it was with someone she didn't even know. But when he began speaking to another one of them, "What is it now Potter?"
It had been so impatient; she saw him smile but somehow didn't completely believe he was joking. Maybe it was the way his eyes seemed like slate, so cold and unwelcoming for a moment.
Upon awakening in this room she was shocked. Everything was so nice. The furnishings were clean, new and reeked of money. After a moment of lying there, she decided it wouldn't be that bad living somewhere like this for a while until they found her some other place to live.
Not that she wanted to go back to her family. She was somewhat of a failure to her parents who had such high hopes for her. Instead of becoming the doctor or lawyer they so wanted, she'd become a music teacher.
A passion for music came through at a young age and no matter how she tried over the years, she hadn't been able to dedicate herself to the work of a lawyer or doctor. It just seemed so unsatisfying. Teaching gave her he ability to see the progress in her students and experience their pride, their joy. Nothing else could come close to it.
She couldn't help but jump when a small creature appeared at the end of her bed, "Welcome to Malfoy Manor." It bowed deeply.
"Malfoy Manor?" She whispered, sounded very prestigious. "Where is…Draco?" She was unsure what to address him as, Mr Malfoy?
"Master is in his study and not to be disturbed." The creature replied, it seemed like it wanted to be anywhere but with Trinity at that moment.
"Can I talk to him?" She asked instead.
It glanced at her, "when he is ready to speak with you, Master will."
Trinity bristled, "I want to talk to him now."
The creature bowed ever so slightly and left with a pop.
Trinity thought he wouldn't come but soon enough he did, stepping in dressed in a clean black robe, underneath he wore black slacks and a grey pullover. His hair was clean, and with him came the smell of soap.
Trinity realised she must appear so dirty compared to his own perfect appearance. But he gave no indication of thinking this, only talked to her once more in that calm voice of his.
Their conversation about lights was confusing and only made her sure it must be a dream, there was just so much wrong with this; candles simply did not float in the air.
At dinner she had mostly remained silent. Still in awe of his home, on the way down to the dinning room she had been struck speechless by the grandeur of its interior.
Sitting down and being served by several of those strange creatures, she ate one of the nicest meals she had ever had. She ate carefully and self-consciously as the creatures continually watched them. He however, seemed unfazed by their presence.
She listened to him talk about magic and the world of wizards and witches. How some evil dark wizard had threatened to take over the world and that's why there were such vicious storms which had caused to many muggles to be trapped without homes.
He explained terms that were new to her, muggle being the main one. He told her how each of them was being taken in until their families could be found. She said nothing but continued to listen as he talked about Harry Potter, the man she had met earlier and Hermione Granger, the girl. He told her a lot of things that she took the time to contemplate now that she was lying in bed.
It was so impossible, but he was there, showing her that he could perform acts of magic using his wand. He levitated his dinner plate and made it fly around the room before landing in front of him again. He then continued to eat it as if nothing happened.
He turned her fork into a flower and back again. He had shown here that magic existed, but how could that be? He hadn't mentioned anything about his family or what he did that could give him a home like this. He said nothing about any good friends, only told her the famous people and how they had saved the world.
It all seemed to cliché, saving the world? Things like this only happened in movies and books. And yet, as she was falling asleep, there was something so right about it all.
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So how do you like it? It's mostly her thoughts here, but I realised that I needed to emphasise how strange it would be for her to accept that she really is in the care of Draco Malfoy, not just in a dream where things can fly around.
I hope it's an enjoyable read, please review and let me know what you think.