Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor anything else in this story.
Note: My Malfoy Manor is not Book/Movie Manor. Also, the apartment is shared between Hermione, Sirius, and Ron.
Malfoy Manor loomed a few hundred feet away, but it dominated the landscape. Like all the great Palaces from old times, it had several towers and connecting wards.
"It's like a great plantation..." Hermione started. By the dumbfounded look from everyone, she explained, "In America, they had plantations where they grew stuff like tobacco, and it was a great big farm. The house was usually grandeur."
"I think it looks like Richmond." Hestia quipped.
"No, more like a giant Hengrave." Flora put in.
"You're both wrong. It's modeled after Versailles and Chambord." Everyone turned to look at Sirius. "I like Architecture, Palatial Architecture to be exact. This is what I would imagine I would build."
"Sirius is indeed right, welcome to Malfoy Manor." Draco fairly purred from walk way. His blonde hair was slicked back; he had on a deep green suit, and black robes. "Follow me, the Gala awaits." He led them almost quietly into the house, where an army of house elves waited to take their traveling robes.
The hall they had entered was already half way filled with people of many different cultures intermingling. Sirius spotted several people he had met before, and nearly died laughing when Viktor Krum strolled over.
"Sirius, Herm-i-own!" Viktor was all smiles as he embraced the two in a big hug. "Vot have you been doing here?"
"We were invited, as you have." Ron muttered from behind Sirius and Hermione.
"Ronald! I didn't see you there!" Krum laughed.
"Attention! Attention!" Draco's voice called out, almost like it was amplified. The whole room turned as one to face the dais on which Draco stood. "I would like to take a moment and explain to you why I have gathered you here. I wish to start a school, similar to the American's college. You see, when we are young wizards, we are put through Hogwarts, or Durmstrang, or Beauxbatons. Then we are thrust into the Wizarding World. We are expected to know what to do, where to go. We could change that! We could help generations after us; help make sure the Oppression of the Dark Lord is erased forever."
The whole room started murmuring. It was almost like a nest of hornets was let loose in the hall. Draco looked over the room, his eyes catching on Sirius.
"I think it's a great idea!" Sirius called over the crowd, lulling everyone to a state of silence. The room's attention wavered between Sirius and Draco. Sirius made his way to the dais, where he stood and felt a wave wash over him. "If a reformed Death Eater can admit to the faults of his master, and realize they need to better the world, then we all should be able to."
The silence in the room felt like stagnant air. Had he said something wrong?
"Is that…. That's the Prince!" A girl squealed from the back row.
"You silly girl. You act as if you've never seen someone famous before." The mother's stern retort came.
"Shall we commence to dine?" Draco called our clearly.
Sirius couldn't help but feel like the seating was prearranged. He could tell Ginny and Harry weren't meant to be seated anywhere, even though they didn't come. And Sirius and Hermione were seated to the left of Draco. Even Ron had a seat higher up on the table. As soon as everyone was seated, food appeared on the plates, pushing everyone into eating.
"I don't know anymore, Ginny. I mean, you could always just break up with him. We don't have to destroy him." Harry put in from his side of the bed. Ginny's red head bolted above the covers.
"He's inherited two vaults full of Galleons. He's become the richest Wizard, ever. Between the Black's and the Evreux's, he's a walking bank. If we could get him caught up in a scandal where he has to pay us off, his money would be ours, Harry." Ginny reminded him. Harry stared at the woman before him.
When had things gone wrong? Sirius was their friend. Who was there for him when no one else was? Of course it was Sirius. But Sirius had taken Ginny. And Ginny was his.
By the time the feast had ended, Draco made it very clear Sirius would be returning to Malfoy Manor several more times. He also made it clear that he had plans for Sirius. Sirius didn't mind, he was currently unemployed and just lazed about the house all day. The only thing that bugged Sirius was the briefcase Malfoy gave him as a gift. And the file of paperwork in it.
"What's if all for?" Ginny asked, a slight hitch in her voice. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair disheveled.
"It's between Draco and I. You should head home for the night, Ginny, you look sick." Sirius patted her hand. Ginny mumbled, grabbed her cloak, and slammed the door behind her. Hermione sat down next to him. Ron had already moved onto bed.
"I think there's something between Ginny and Harry." Hermione whispered softly. Sirius sat there silently. "Something more than just friends… She's taken a pregnancy test, and I magicked it… Don't start on me… so that it became a wizard-like dna test. And it's not yours…"
"Is it even possible to make a DNA test like that… Forget I asked... You know everything." Sirius gave a wry little smile. His fingers tapped softly on the table. "I knew it was coming. We haven't… You know… since before I graduated."
"Sirius! She could be pulling the wool over your eyes!" Hermione gasped. Both of them were deep in thought when Harry trudged from the guest room, his own state of dishevelment completely obvious to what had happened while they were gone.
"How was the Gala?" Harry asked, innocently, completely unaware of how he looked.
"How was fucking my girlfriend?" Sirius asked, then stormed out.
"Sirius." It was soft, but masculine. How had he managed to be at 12 Grimmauld? "Son?
"Dad?" The younger man opened his eyes slowly. His father stood above him, a look of concern on his face.
"Are you alright?" Father asked, deep concern in his voice.
"I'm a Prince, my girlfriend is shagging my best mate, and I'm in love with two different people, I don't think I'm alright." Son answered.