Meet the neighbours
Chapter three
Hermione cursed her little mini. She loved her to pieces, but obvious disadvantages of owning such an old car where evident when doing a journey more than an hour long! She was in the middle of the motorway and had to pull over into the lay-by for around 20 minutes while the engine cooled and would allow her to continue her drive. Hermione leant against the bonnet and pulled her phone out her bag and sent her mum a text telling her she'd be late. She couldn't believe she was going to be late on the day she was meeting her new neighbours. She sent Ginny a text and got back a furious text about not letting nature ruin her hair, makeup or anything about her person before she met the 'hottie neighbour'. Hermione shook her head at her friend and clambered back into the mini to finish the last leg.
"Here they are!" Narcissa clapped as a Range Rover approached up the drive followed by a moving van. "Draco please be nice, they have to live next to us." His mother urged her son.
"You forget mother, I have been in Hogwarts for the last seven years. I think you should be aiming that comment to the man on your other side." Draco bit out angrily. Lucius made an almost growling sound in reply.
"Watch your mouth, son." Nothing more could be said between the two before the neighbours were getting out of the car to greet them.
"Narcissa!" The women called waving and attempting to run over in her heels. Draco would say she was around 39 with big dirty blond curls and a tiny figure. She was very thin, a floral summer dress showed off the little curve she had. Her face had high cheek cones and a slim nose that seemed vaguely familiar to Draco. As he looked over to the man following her Draco stared at his impressive outturn. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a blue, black and white checked shirt. He carried a leather satchel over his shoulder and a pair of sunglasses in his collar. He appeared older than his wife, around 43 if he could guess right. He had stubble beard with the occasional grey hair. They looked care free and relaxed in contrast to the uptight not-a-hair-out-of-place Malfoy's. Draco was breaking the image much to his father's dismay. He was wearing a dark blue polo t-shirt with grey shorts Blaise had picked up for him.
"Jean I'm so glad you're here!" She embraced Jean in a hug as soon as she was in arms distance. "This is my husband Lucius," She gestured to Lucius who gave the two a curt nod. "And our son, Draco." Draco extended a hand towards the Man who shook it firmly before reaching for Jean's hand and placing a kiss on the back.
"Well aren't you a gentleman! I can see my daughter will get along with you nicely. Speaking of her she has had some car trouble on the way over so she will be here shortly but in the mean time, I'm Jean and this is my husband Richard." Narcissa and Richard exchanged hugs.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we probable should get these boxes out before it becomes too hot." Jim called over from the van.
"That's quite alright. Lucius has to go to a meeting in the ministry but Draco here will be more than willing to lend a hand!" Narcissa volunteered. Lucius nodded curtly yet again before disapparating on the spot making Jean and Richard jump slightly. "I apologise for my husband." Narcissa said solemnly. "Why don't we go and have some tea inside?" She asked Jean and Richard.
"Oh that sounds lovely but I really should help with the boxes, wouldn't be right to leave all the work to Draco here. You go ahead Jean I'll be along in a while." Richard gave his wife a quick kiss before moving off to the van. The two women linked arms. Draco listened to their conversation drift off as they moved away.
"Have you ever apparated?" His mother asked.
"Well yes, my daughter, He-" Jean started to answer but Draco couldn't hear anymore and he wondered over to the truck.
"Right, what can I help with?" Richard gave him a smile and steered him to the back of the truck where Jim was beginning to unload.
The August heat had caused all the men had started to sweat, the sun shone down on them with no let up. Richard had rolled up his sleeves and Jim had taken the top of his overalls down so he stood in a t-shirt. Draco decided that he couldn't take the heat anymore and stripped off his polo. He got a disgruntled look from the two removal men but Richard just chuckled at him before handing him a box.
"Do you mind taking that to the kitchen for me?" Draco was about to answer when they were interrupted by wheels skidding on the stones of the drive and a purple mini coming around the corner.
"Well here comes my daughter." Richard smiled and waved to the car. Draco watched as it approached before starting to walk to the house. He watched as a girl climbed out of the little mini. She can't have been taller than 5ft 6" and that was while wearing high heels. Her hair was in a low bun at the bottom of her neck and Draco got the déjà-vu. He couldn't see her face because big sunglasses covering her eves. She was wearing a white lacy dress that brushed the top of her knees with a light blue cardigan over her shoulders and swung her pursed onto her arm. She hugged her father before turning to Jim and taking a box out of his hands. As she turned to face the house, Draco quickly spun around and proceeded to the kitchen. He walked around the house he imagined himself living here in the future. He found it hard to believe that he could in this massive house on his own, it was basically a mansion and he thought how lonely it would get without anyone to talk to. He had never imagined spending his life with someone. He was a flirt, everyone knew that, but he always thought that he would just be pared off with some brainless pureblood girl and she would prance around all day and shop, and he would spend all day at work. Hardly ever talking, much like the marriages he had grown up watching. He dumped the box down on the centre island in the kitchen and shook his head before someone called his name.
"Ah Draco could you take this box up to the second last bedroom on the left upstairs?" Richard asked from the foyer of the house.
"Yeah sure, are the rest of these going up as well?" Draco asked.
"Yes but me and Jim are going to start filling the garage now so could you take them up for us?" Draco nodded and bent down to pick up the box that he found to be considerably heavier than it looked. He started up the stairs with a box in hand but he neglected to read the name written on the side in a pretty, neat cursive. He reached the door and pushed it open with his elbow. He saw the flash of a back of a woman and decided it must be the daughter. Now he could see her more clearly Draco took a second to look at her. Her small figure was now rid of the cardigan and could see, with the help of the dress, her small waist and curvy hips as the dress flared out at her hips. Her legs weren't very long but the nude heels she was wearing gave her extra height, Draco thought her head would reach his chin or lips. He could see her hair more clearly now and realised like her mother she had curly locks of dark brown and Draco would hit with a strong sense of familiarity he'd been having all day. He leant down and put the box down to the right of the door frame. He stood back up before he had the chance to turn around and heard a feminine voice.
"Malfoy?! Draco froze as he definitely remembered that voice. He slowly turned around to see the face of Hermione Granger. Draco cursed himself for not looking at the box he was carrying the now had the name glaring at him across the front.