Chapter 4: Draco Malfoy.
A stone grey mansion covered in silver and green and black silk banners would capture the attention of any high society members and this Manor is no exception. Down below him servants, house-elves and the likes are setting up the decorations for the masque and are busily working away at the lights. Fountains burst forth streams of crystaline water and he stares down at them hastily.
Lucius: Draco!
Lucius Malfoy, dressed in nothing but short Slytherin green boxers, having returned home from work early to prepare for the party, quickly closes the french doors opening up onto the central balcony facing the beautiful lawn of Malfoy grounds. He storms away through the house shouting for Draco incessantly. He stalks down to the main entrance and the room that will be holding the party this evening and heads toward one of the elevators.
Lucius: Draco!
Suddenly, from one of the many elevators, Draco's house-elf , Blacky, emerges to find a near ropeable Lucius striding menacingly toward him.
Lucius: Blacky, where's my son? Call him forth to me.
Blacky: Me bade him come. Merlin forbid!
The house-elf takes off the through the house at top speed in search of his master.
Blacky: Draco! Draco! Draco!
Suddenly, we see Draco Malfoy, tall and lithe but with hidden strength and power as well as his trade mark platinum blonde hair, with his face down in a bath full of water. Draco hears something shout his name and his head immediately snaps up from the bath.
We go back down to the main staircase where Lucius is now storming up and Blacky is hobbling down the opposite side. Suddenly, Draco apparates to the center of the stairs divide and catches the attention of his father and house-elf. He is dressed in nothing but long black silk boxers.
Draco: Sir, I am here. What is your will father?
Lucius goes to Draco and grabs him roughly by the shoulder and begins leading him up the stairs towards his dressing room followed closely behind by Blacky. Narcissa comes into view and Lucius grabs her attention.
Lucius: Discuss with our son what happenings will be going on soon. The guests will arrive soon and I must dress.
Lucius heads off without another word and Narcissa grabs Draco roughly by the other arm and drags him into her dressing room with Blacky continuing to follow them. Narcissa pushes him inside and goes to close the door.
Narcissa: Leave us Blacky, we must talk in secret.
She slams the door and takes a look at her son then shudders. She wrenches the door back open again.
Narcissa: Blacky, come back again. I have remembered me. Thou know that Draco is of a pretty age.
She slams the door closed again and heads toward her vanity where a couple of maids enter and begin putting on her skirt and halter top for her costume as Cleopatra.
Blacky: His age can be told unto the hour, mam. Thou hast been the handsomest child that me hast taken care of.
Draco sits himself down while Blacky fusses around and his mother dresses.
Narcissa: By your count I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a handsome and eligable bachelor. Thus then in brief: Hogsmeade debutant Pansy Parkinson seeks you to love.
Blacky: Such a young woman.
Narcissa: Hogsmeade's summer hath not such a flower.
Blacky: Nay!
Narcissa: This night we shall behold her at our feast. Read over the volume of young Pansy's face and find delight written there with beauties pen. So shall you command all that she doth possess, by having her making yourself no less. Such a match to be made when the business you have learned.
Blacky: She shall grow by you.
Narcissa gets her wig put on her head while Blacky moves back toward the door. After the finishing touches are made to her costume, she takes a large swig of bourbon, swallows some sort of pill, then turns and lights a cigarrette sized cigar before turning to regard her son again.
Narcissa: Speak briefly, can you like of Pansy's love?
Draco: I look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than on your consent to give strength to make it fly. My affections shall go by mine own eye, not by mine parents.
Narcissa chokes on some of her smoke and looks stunned toward her son. She is about to rebuke him when another house-elf opens and enters into Narcissa's dressing room.
Pinky: Madam, the guests are come.
Narcissa: Go! We follow thee.
She heads out the door and lets Pinky and Blacky leave first. Just as she is about to leave she turns to her son again.
Narcissa: Draco! Eeergghhh!
Narcissa leaves and Draco faces away from the door exasperated. In his minds eye, Blacky shows up again and whispers him some advice.
Blacky: Go master. Seek happy nights to happy days.
Draco smirks and turns to see no one beside him. He looks around the room, anticipating the happenings of tonight when something loud suddenly bursts in the sky and Draco looks up to give it his attention.
A stone grey mansion covered in silver and green and black silk banners would capture the attention of any high society members and this Manor is no exception. Down below him servants, house-elves and the likes are setting up the decorations for the masque and are busily working away at the lights. Fountains burst forth streams of crystaline water and he stares down at them hastily.
Lucius: Draco!
Lucius Malfoy, dressed in nothing but short Slytherin green boxers, having returned home from work early to prepare for the party, quickly closes the french doors opening up onto the central balcony facing the beautiful lawn of Malfoy grounds. He storms away through the house shouting for Draco incessantly. He stalks down to the main entrance and the room that will be holding the party this evening and heads toward one of the elevators.
Lucius: Draco!
Suddenly, from one of the many elevators, Draco's house-elf , Blacky, emerges to find a near ropeable Lucius striding menacingly toward him.
Lucius: Blacky, where's my son? Call him forth to me.
Blacky: Me bade him come. Merlin forbid!
The house-elf takes off the through the house at top speed in search of his master.
Blacky: Draco! Draco! Draco!
Suddenly, we see Draco Malfoy, tall and lithe but with hidden strength and power as well as his trade mark platinum blonde hair, with his face down in a bath full of water. Draco hears something shout his name and his head immediately snaps up from the bath.
We go back down to the main staircase where Lucius is now storming up and Blacky is hobbling down the opposite side. Suddenly, Draco apparates to the center of the stairs divide and catches the attention of his father and house-elf. He is dressed in nothing but long black silk boxers.
Draco: Sir, I am here. What is your will father?
Lucius goes to Draco and grabs him roughly by the shoulder and begins leading him up the stairs towards his dressing room followed closely behind by Blacky. Narcissa comes into view and Lucius grabs her attention.
Lucius: Discuss with our son what happenings will be going on soon. The guests will arrive soon and I must dress.
Lucius heads off without another word and Narcissa grabs Draco roughly by the other arm and drags him into her dressing room with Blacky continuing to follow them. Narcissa pushes him inside and goes to close the door.
Narcissa: Leave us Blacky, we must talk in secret.
She slams the door and takes a look at her son then shudders. She wrenches the door back open again.
Narcissa: Blacky, come back again. I have remembered me. Thou know that Draco is of a pretty age.
She slams the door closed again and heads toward her vanity where a couple of maids enter and begin putting on her skirt and halter top for her costume as Cleopatra.
Blacky: His age can be told unto the hour, mam. Thou hast been the handsomest child that me hast taken care of.
Draco sits himself down while Blacky fusses around and his mother dresses.
Narcissa: By your count I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a handsome and eligable bachelor. Thus then in brief: Hogsmeade debutant Pansy Parkinson seeks you to love.
Blacky: Such a young woman.
Narcissa: Hogsmeade's summer hath not such a flower.
Blacky: Nay!
Narcissa: This night we shall behold her at our feast. Read over the volume of young Pansy's face and find delight written there with beauties pen. So shall you command all that she doth possess, by having her making yourself no less. Such a match to be made when the business you have learned.
Blacky: She shall grow by you.
Narcissa gets her wig put on her head while Blacky moves back toward the door. After the finishing touches are made to her costume, she takes a large swig of bourbon, swallows some sort of pill, then turns and lights a cigarrette sized cigar before turning to regard her son again.
Narcissa: Speak briefly, can you like of Pansy's love?
Draco: I look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than on your consent to give strength to make it fly. My affections shall go by mine own eye, not by mine parents.
Narcissa chokes on some of her smoke and looks stunned toward her son. She is about to rebuke him when another house-elf opens and enters into Narcissa's dressing room.
Pinky: Madam, the guests are come.
Narcissa: Go! We follow thee.
She heads out the door and lets Pinky and Blacky leave first. Just as she is about to leave she turns to her son again.
Narcissa: Draco! Eeergghhh!
Narcissa leaves and Draco faces away from the door exasperated. In his minds eye, Blacky shows up again and whispers him some advice.
Blacky: Go master. Seek happy nights to happy days.
Draco smirks and turns to see no one beside him. He looks around the room, anticipating the happenings of tonight when something loud suddenly bursts in the sky and Draco looks up to give it his attention.