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Chapter 4
It was still raining by morning, not as heavy but still there non the less, and I was soaked severely. All the lights were on in the Malfoy house, and several house elves had wands lighting up around the lake. I had my own search party. It was beautiful last night being out here all alone, and I really liked this new body, it just worries me now that Malfoy now knows everything about me, more than I would like him to know. Suddenly, I flew up into the air, hanging freely by my right ankle. My clothes were so sticky to me right now; I couldn't care less how much tried to fall off of me right now. My vision blurred and for a second I was scared who it was. Until I heard the voice behind the user.
"What the hell? Do you know I've been searching that house all night for you? Do you know what kind of trouble I've been in? Everyone's worried about you! Voldemort could have came out here last night and slaughtered you!" The same pissed off Draco Malfoy voice rang in my ears. He stared at me with wild eyes. Even from up side down I could tell he was pissed.
"Put. Me. Down." I spoke evenly, letting him now I wasn't afraid of him. Even though, right now he looked like he could snap me in half with just his eyes. Plus he was the one with the wand.
"Elizabeth," he mocked. "Do you really think you're in any position to talk right now? No, so shut the hell up." He actually sounded convincing. And I was shivering, from the water, from the horror in his voice, and maybe from the fact that he could drop me up side down at any point. Hopefully he wouldn't do anything, even though at the moment he was very well capable.
I could tell he was very frustrated; probably because of the way his eyebrows creased when he was thinking real hard, like they were right now. He was turned around and in a pair of basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, his hair messy probably from running around and searching for me all last night. Maybe he did care about me. Stop talking like that Elizabeth. The old you used to think like that, the new you doesn't care; doesn't think about crap like that, because you don't care.
That's one thing I noticed about the new me; I was different. I was irrational most of the time, and didn't think about consequences. I thought with my emotions, if I was mad then everybody was going to see me get mad by my actions. I didn't understand this at all. Why would Malfoys mom make me like this, and want me to live with her? Tears started rimming at the edges of my eyes, Malfoy turned around and thought it was his fault, because his face soften a little and he flipped my right side up,
"Look Elizabeth. I shouldn't have shouted at you, I was just really worried ok? Don't cry look well call my dad and get him to fix you." He spoke slowly as though he was afraid I might blow up at any moment. I started to lower me on the ground and took my hand. I let him take it, liking the way it felt against my cold skin. He apparated us into the family room, were his father was waiting, for our return.
He stood up and walked over to me. His eyes bloodshot, I looked around him and saw a bottle of vodka; empty. "Do you know what kind of things you put me through?" he asked. But it didn't matter; he didn't give me a chance to answer but encircled me into his arms. "We were so worried, that we lost you. Don't you even do that again." He sounded like he was tired, worried sick even. I felt bad, but this wasn't me who did that, at least not the person I thought I was. He let me go and picked up the phone, he dialed the number quickly and spoke as though nothing had happened in the last hour.
"Yes she's back, Draco found her, I'll make sure to tell her, yes she's fine, just a little wet, and probably cold." He spoke into the phone. "Uhhh. Uhuh. Yes; I'll make sure it happens. See you in a couple of hours, love you." He turned to phone off, and turned to me and Draco who seemed to be on the other side of the planet at the moment.
"Today Miss Granger, you will meet my wife, and will be taken shopping by her. Draco will come along and help as assisted." He assured. Draco cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Her names Elizabeth dad. Elizabeth Isabella Carter. " He spoke kind of annoyed that he would have to accompanied us. I looked up for the first time since Mr. Malfoy answered the phone.
"May I take a shower?" I asked hesitantly, wondering would they even let me alone for that long.
"Of course Elizabeth." Lucius answered. "Show her your bath room," he said. I hesitated and looked at Mr. Malfoy and cocked my head.
"His bathroom?" I questioned. This was not good, not good at all.
"Yes" Lucius answered. "You made quite a commotion this morning. It's not exactly safe right now, just hours after you died." He assured me. "Don't worry no one will harm you with Draco in the room, and Draco will stay with you, since his bathroom is the size of the guest rooms." He assured me even more that Draco wouldn't do anything un-gentlemen like. Ha like that's what I needed his dad to be worried about,
Draco doing anything I wouldn't want him to do.
Draco led the up the stairs, and then to the door right before you get to our bedrooms. We didn't talk the entire way up, but when he opened the bathroom door; I didn't talk for another reason. I was speechless. It was just as elegant as any other room in the house. A tube like the one in the perfect bathroom at Hogwarts and a huge shower that could fit ten people with shower heads on the wall every 10 inches. There was everything a person would want. Draco was behind me, kind of smirking; but at the same time kind of afraid too. Of what my reaction would be. I started walking and taking my clothes off at the same time.
"What. What are you doing? He stuttered. Eyes open in shock.
"I'm taking a shower," I replied. And continued to take off my pants, leaving me in only a bra and underwear.
"Well could you stop doing that?" he asked almost pleadingly, as he turned around and stared at the ceiling.
"Why," I asked" while continuing to strip, "You've already seen what's under everything. You made me, remember?"
"Don't you like how you look? Just because I've seen it before doesn't mean that it's not you in that body now, Elizabeth. God how much of a freaking perv do you think I am? Are you just going to be treating me like this the whole time your staying here, maybe you should just move out and stay with Snape!" His rant was over.
As I heard that last line I gasped, maybe because of the steaming hot water, or maybe because me living with Snape is revolting. "Ummmmm". I started, "Listen Malfoy, Draco, I'm just having a hard time. And it really ticks me off that you made me this way, I like it, but my emotions are out of control, I cant help it. I may come off as an ice-cold bitch but that's just the way you made me, ok? I won't run away anymore, I promise." I explained. I walked out of the shower in a black towel. "I'm trying not to be that person, but I can't help it."
He was still turned around. His head looking to the ceiling for answers. "My mother did this," he said, "she made your personality remember. Don't worry we'll fix this, I promise." He sounded said, almost resentful, of me, or his mom? I don't know. I didn't want to know. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder and tugged. I wouldn't budge the first couple of times but then he gave in and turned around, eyes closed. "Are you clothed?" he asked. Laughing a little bit maybe at the fact, he was actually respecting me for once.
"As clothed as I can be in a bathroom." I laughed the answer out, and he smirked while slowly opening his eyes. Checking the water, he smirked and an evil glint in his eye started to stir.
"Well now Miss Elizabeth it is time for us to go shopping." He stated as he picked me up, making sure my towel was staying on and brought me to my room. He flung me on my bed, and laughed over and over again as he looked at my expression. Shocked for one that he picked me up in a towel. Turned on, that he's this close to me and his not even thinking about touching me. And happy, for once I liked my body.
"Well Mr. Draco, I have to get dressed. So leave," I said as I headed over to my suit case. But when I turned around I noticed he was sitting on my piano bench.
"Did you forget what my dad said about 'big commotion, cant leave you alone for a second'? I didn't so I'll turn around while you get dressed." He picked the piano bench up and moved it facing the wall as he sat down. He tried to make it feel less awkward by making conversation.
"Do you play the piano? I bet you can, my dad wouldn't have requested it if you couldn't. But I never hear you playing, do you not like it, should I get it moved? Do you like it here?" He was rambling, sounded kind of nervous, like he was regretting staying here while I was getting dressed after all. I put on a pair of short shorts, and a dark green tank top, and some black converse. I walked over to him, he was still talking, quiet to himself about what he should and should not do. I laughed, and told him to turn around. Thinking he will do it eyes open, but wrong. Same as the bathroom, "Are you really dressed," he asked teasingly.
"Yup," I replied. "Feel." I took his hand in mine, and before he could withdrawal, I pressed it to my stomach. I never noticed how big his hands were until now. So ruff, I could imagine them running all over me. Wait what's up with me? Did someone get to decide the level of my sex drive too? That's one major thing I will ask Narcissa when I see her. What the hell did she do to my personality?
I looked up, away from his hands and looked to his face. I laughed, it was drained of all color except, a bright red to his cheeks. Draco Malfoy blushes, how cute. I let go of his hand, and he dropped it. "So let's go," I stated. He still didn't open his eyes, just took my hand in his and apparated us to there front gate was. When I opened my eyes this time, so did he. He was more composed this time, checks less red, and face less pale. I smiled, liking his vulnerability.
I didn't even notice the black limo in front of us until his hand was reaching for the door. He opened and I sat down inside, all black leather, nice. Until I looked to the back full seat of of the car, in a big fur jacket, Narcissa Malfoy. She wasn't just a made up fairy tale, the ice cold bitch in the frigid flesh. No I had questions, and now that bitch was going to answer.
AN: thanks for the reviews guys, keep them coming, and let me know what you think about this one. This is probably going to be a long story, I want their relationship to develop, and not make it look like Elizabeth is a whore, or Draco is just trying to seduce her. Let me know what you think.
