Draco was just sitting down on his guest bed, reading a book that had been lying on his night stand when he heard an angry scream erupt from two doors down, across the hall. It was Rose's room. What had her worked up? He had no idea. The only thing he was fully aware of was the tension in his body building up. Having her at Hogwarts was only going to make things more complicated for him, especially if she somehow managed to get sorted into Gryffindor or Slytherin. He had always been relieved she went to Beauxbaton, not Hogwarts. What had made her change her mind?
But he knew he should be grateful he was even alive after what had he had done to her last time they had seen each other. His fists were clenched. He stared at the red bead spread; focusing every muscle he had on the fabric, trying to loosen the tension in his body. Finally, he had managed to banish every thought of Rosalie from his mind.
Looking around, he memorized every detail of the room. The carpet was pure white. The entire West wall was windows, and there was a balcony. He stood up, analyzing the canopy bed with it's red bead spread and black curtains while the bed frame and four post were black painted mahogany. There were paintings all around, mostly of extended family members of the Heralds. The nightstand next to his bed looked very modern, sharp and angular, yet curvy at the same time. It was sleek and black, as well as the two dressers and desk. You wouldn't find anything like it at Malfoy's Manor.
It just now struck Draco that the Heralds were quite a wealthy family.
It was all in all a splendid guest room and as far as Draco knew, the Herald's had at the least, nine of them. If they all were decorated so splendidly, who was to say they didn't have a lot of money.
It was raining outside the windows and Draco walked on to the balcony. Looking across the small garden covering a back patio, there was acres and acres of grass, and beyond that a forest. The rain was light, the kind that was like it wasn't even there, but was still wet all the same. He shook his dripping hair out of his eyes and walked back inside, not really caring about the wet foot prints he was leaving behind.
He walked to the bathroom that joined his bedroom and paused right before the door, noting the brightest painting in the room. It was a family portrait of Rosalie and her parents. Both Mr. and Mrs. Herald were both wore very serious expressions that made them look as though they were annoyed or even dead. But Rosalie, even though she was not smiling, looked to be happy. Draco wasn't sure if he should call it a smirk or a grin resting on her fair face, but was interrupted by other thoughts.
Rosalie's appearance reminded him of Pansy and all the sudden, he felt like laughing. Pansy was going to have a fit when she saw how beautiful Rosalie was and found out Draco and her were acquainted. Draco would make sure of that.
A minute later and he was bored. He had unpacked rather quickly actually, tossing random things into random drawers. He thought a moment about going and annoying Rosalie, but then remembered how angry she had been just a moment ago, and that thought was quickly dismissed.
So, with nothing else to do, he opened his letter from Hogwarts and glanced over his supply list thinking happily about a trip to Diagon Alley. He was interrupted by a disgruntled looking owl tapping angrily at the window. Confused, Draco went over to the balcony doors, opened them, and waited for the owl to come to him. When it did, he took it into his room and set it on his dresser.
The letter he saw was from Blaise, his best friend… well the friend he liked most anyway. Hastily, needing something to keep him occupied, he tore the folded piece of parchment open and read the hastily written note.
Draco
You're a dead man, bailing on us like that!
You had better be at Diagon Alley on Friday
Next week! No more bailing for ridiculously
hot French girls. It's bloody irritating!
-Blaise
Draco laughed openly. 'Ridiculously hot French girl' was Blaise's nickname for Rosalie. Though if she had heard it, she would have freely given him the biggest shiner anyone had ever seen. Feeling no need to reply to Blaise, Draco all but kicked the stupid barn owl out the door. It flew away, letting out a shrill cry.
Turning back to his bed, Draco flopped down and let his thought of this school year flow openly. It was defiantly going to be interesting.
