Chapter 2-
The next month passed in what seemed like a heartbeat. A week before we left for Malfoy Manor, Draco and I started sleeping in the same bed. For the train ride back, we got our own compartment. "Just, a small warning, my family is very, well, conservative. If they offend you, try not to take it personally." He said.
"Don't worry, my aunt and uncle are… very conservative as well. They probably wouldn't have taken me in if I didn't have the heritage and money I do." I said, looking away
"What do you mean by heritage and, well..." He began to mumble
"Money?" He nodded. " I meant that, well, Slytherin himself was a close family friend. My ancestors were some of the first enrolled in the house of Slytherin. And the money, I have a very old, very rich, very connected family tree. I was left with my parent's fortune when they died, and Goblin made jewelry and weapons." I smiled.
"Well then, I guess, we can talk about something else, if you want." He said.
"Yeah." I agreed. He pulled me into his lap and kissed me.
"Of course, we don't have to talk." He smirked, and I kissed him back. I fell asleep in his arms, again, and he woke me up about ten minutes before we got to Platform 9 ¾.
His parents were easy to find. They were the only people standing quietly and alone. Draco looked nervous, and he fixed his shirt a few times. He looked at me.
"Please be good." He said. He looks so nervous. Is he really that afraid of his parents?
"I'm not good?" I asked, jokingly.
"No, you are, I just don't know how you'll react to my parents, and more importantly how they'll react to you. I just don't want to lose you because of some stupid thing they say. I love you, and you're the first thing that's really made me happy in a long time." He blushed and looked away.
"Hey, don't worry," I said and he began to smile. "I'm not going anywhere." He grinned and hugged me.
That moment was when we were blessed with meeting his parents.
"Ahem." His mother did a very fake cough. "Welcome home, Draco." She nodded to me. "Selene." Lucious hugged Draco and shook my hand.
"Welcome." He said. Draco was right. I thought. Very, reserved and formal. We took the Flue Network to Malfoy Manor, where Draco and I practically ran to his room before his mom could get me in a guest room. It was surprisingly bare. All he had was a dresser, a large bed, and a desk with a chair.
"I'll be back in a few minutes with pumpkin juice. Bottom two drawers are yours. Oh, and my parents won't expect us down for dinner until 7." He said. I look at my watch and smile. It's only 4 o'clock.
