Chapter two
"That Mr Malfoy's a bit of a handful." One of the younger maids commented, sitting down next to Jacob who was rolling himself a cigarette.
Cook was standing by the oven cooking the house-staff's evening meal. "Don't be cheeky." She scolded, pointing a ladle at the young girl.
Hermione sat down to Jacobs left. "He didn't seem all that bad to me." She said.
"You don't think anyone is 'that bad'" Jacob replied with a small smile. "He's just like anyone else with lots of money. He just doesn't know any better than to be rude to us."
"Although," the younger maid said a little languorously, "He sure is handsome."
Jacob blushes slightly, but doesn't mention his slip of the tongue from earlier.
"That blond hair," she continues, "pale skin and blue eyes. And he's got the most lovely cheek bones."
"Well, I think he's too short and too thin." Finnegan, another of the footmen, said."
"He's only sixteen." The younger main commented, "He's sure to grow up and fatten out."
"That's enough out of you two." Cook said before serving up the food and conversation about Mr Malfoy, for the time being, is halted.
After diner, at the butler's request, Jacob goes outside to smoke his cigarette. He is soon joined by Hermione, who doesn't smoke but likes to keep Jacob Company.
"Do you really think Mr Malfoy is all that bad?" She asks absently.
"You know what these people are like."
"Mr Cullen treats us well enough."
"I suppose." The conversation lapses into a short silence as Jacob takes a drag," Although, does Mr Malfoy seem a little odd to you" he asked wonderingly.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, earlier today he wouldn't let me into the bathroom to wait on him. He asked me to leave his clothes outside the bathroom and then to leave."
"I'm not sure that is odd. Maybe he is just very privet." The maid said
"Hmm, perhaps."
"I'm going to bed." Hermione said entering back into the house. "Sleep well."
"Night."
Jacob finishes his cigarette and headed back inside, but before he made it to his room he was intercepted by the Butler.
"Jacob." The man said, "I just wanted to remind you that Edward is retuning tomorrow morning."
"Yes sir, I hadn't forgotten."
"Mr Cullen has asked that you wake Mr Malfoy tomorrow and help him to get ready for Edwards arrival."
"Of course Sir no problem."
In actual fact Jacob would have rather had as little to do with Malfoy as possible but putting personal feelings a side was a necessity in his job.
"Good night Jacob."
"Good night sir."
Jacob went straight to bed and was asleep even before one could say 'spoilt brat'.
明日
Jacob was up at the cock's crow the next morning. He put on his uniform, as he did every morning and then went into the kitchen, where cook was already cooking breakfast. He ate with the rest of the staff before they headed of in their own directions for work and at seven Jacob took his leave too. His job that morning was to prepare Mr Malfoy for Edwards return.
He knocked on the guest room door and called out for Mr Malfoy. After waiting a few moments with no response the young footman knocked again, a little louder, and called out the young masters name again, "Mr Malfoy?"
Still no response Jacob tried the door. It was unlocked. He opened it just enough to poke his head through. Mr Malfoy was lying on the bed above the sheets on his front. He was very still.
"Mr Malfoy." Jacob called. No response.
Jacob stepped into the room a little worried now. He was very still. As Jacob approached the bed he noticed something off.
Littered over the pale skin of Malfoy's back were long, thin scars. Some faded and white and some think and red and angry.
"Mr Malfoy." Jacob called in alarm, reaching out to touch his shoulder, worried that he had been attacked in the night.
With a start Malfoy woke up and turned to face the footman. The damage on Malfoys front was less sever but the various patches of colour scattered over his chest and stomach were obvious bruises at varying stages of healing.
Malfoy rubbed at his eyes, seemingly unaware of anything wrong.
"Jacob?" He called the footman by his name for the first time, "What are you doing in my room?"
"Mr Malfoy are you alright? Have you been attacked?"
Malfoy's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before he looked down and noticed his bare chest. He made a feeble attempt to cover himself with his thin arms. "Get out." He yelled.
Jacob was confused, "Do you want me to send of for the doctor?"
"I said get out. And don't tell anyone about this."
"But Mr Malfoy…"
"Get out." The boy screamed again.
Jacob made his way out of the room and shut the door behind. After a few moments he knocked on the door.
"What." The blond shouted.
"Mr Malfoy I need to speak to you." there was a short period of shuffling sounds through the door before it is wrenched open.
"What?" Malfoy spat. He had put on a baggy shirt that cover up the multitude of wounds that covered his slight frame and his pale face was flushed red with anger.
"Um, Mr Edward Cullen is retuning today and I have been asked to get you ready to greet him."
"I can do it myself now fuck off."
"Um Ok. He'll be here at half past ten." Jacob said and then made to leave.
"Oh," Malfoy said, causing Jacob to turn back to him, "And if you tell anyone about what you saw, I'll will end you."
The door slams shut and Jacob makes his way back to the servants' quarters, head spinning and heart ponding.