Mistress of the Malfoy

Chapter Four:

A Visitor.

When he'd call her name, she'd inwardly jump for joy—even after she had told everyone (even Hermione) that her feelings for Harry had gone. His voice, even as he grew, always sounded particularly soft and low. She figured it had came to be like that from living with the Dursley's for so long, when she thought this she both hated and appreciated the rotten family for this. His voice was his alone and wouldn't have come to that if Harry hadn't been there; if it was true that James was more brash then Harry then she would've truly looked upon Harry as a brother--had his father been alive to raise him, of course--his voice most likely sounding like Ron or the twins or more like Sirius.

His eyes are what kept her though, as well as everything else.

Green and yet, when truly angered or bothered, they'd darken so much so that they'd appear black; in happiness they'd gleam, shining beautifully like an emerald. She heard tales of them actually looking like an emerald and thought her mum had been full of it—no one eyes could look like emeralds, ever. However, he was an exception, as he always was.

So, why? She wondered, tears forming at her eyes, Why was this man, who held her to gently, eyes shining lightly? Who was this man? His voice was soft, and yet, low. Dark hair skittered past and gently swayed against his glasses while he titled his head to get a better look at her, his brow furrowing forward a bit in his worry.

"G- Ghost," she whispered, pursing her lips to keep them from quivering, but mostly to stop the sobs that threatened to escape.

"Excuse me?" he asked, apparently not hearing her.

She gave a small scream, surprising him as she pushed him away from her, shaking as her hands covered her ears. "You're dead," she mumbled, shaking her head like a small frightened child before screaming, "YOU'RE DEAD!"

"Master Malfoy, I don't--" he began, looking away from her.

"Don't worry," Malfoy said, approaching her with his wand in hand, "just get my breakfast."

"But--" he tried again, his eyes meeting hers before she shut them tightly, the sobs escaping.

She missed the look on Malfoy's face as he leaned over, clutching the other's man chin. "I said 'go' so go," she heard him say before shuffling of feet was heard and then...

...Dark.

"Damn," Draco muttered, staring at the red head sprawled on the floor. He closed his eyes when he met her now peaceful face before stretching his arms and yawning. "I need a shower," he noted, moving to the bathroom before pausing, his ears catching something moving outside his door. He waited, suspecting the person behind it but deciding for them to come in instead of asking them too. After all, they came to see him, right?

With a click the door opened, Draco lips twitched upwards slightly before turning and meeting them. They smiled at him, closed the door, and leaned upon it. "Miss me?" they asked, a hand raising to rest on the necklace that laid on their chest.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he questioned, crossing his arms, "after all, you came to see me, right?"

"Pompous as usual," came the answer before they move to close the space between them. Draco didn't bother to respond when they placed their lips on his, a chaste kiss. He watched their face as they turned their head, spotting the redhead on the floor who still remained under his fainting spell. He hid a smirk as he felt them tense before opening their mouth to speak—or more tried to, seeing as he pulled them towards him and placed his lips harshly on theirs, only softening it a bit to get a reaction out of the other.

Happy at how flustered they became as he pulled away, his his hand trailing down their chest, he moved his lips to their ear, enjoying the breathy heaves coming from them. "Come with me," he whispered, nipping at their ear as his hand lowered to their hip, "I need a shower."

"So," they snapped, their tone changing as he kissed a sensitive area by the neck.

"So," he murmured, slowly pulling them towards the bathroom, "join me in there."

"Like hell, I--"

"You came here," he hissed, gnawing at their breast bone, "do take this your welcoming gift, Ere."

With a muffled protest, Draco moved them both into the bathroom. Ginerva Weasley, still slept on the floor, not noticing what had happened or, better yet, who Draco Malfoy had been with at that moment.

Razim nodded, to the young boys story as he continued to make Young Master breakfast. "So, he's come has he?" he asked, looking at the brunette from the corner of his eye. Green eyes met his and he smiled, "I am thinking that you have some time to eat breakfast here while this boils and this-" he moved a finger away from the boiling eggs over to the cooked meat "-marinates."

"I guess so," came the answer, bored and sleepy.

Razim could only smile at him as he brought out some bread for the two of them. "What type of meat would you like, Oliver?"

Green eyes gleamed slightly under the bright glow of the sunlight that came in while a hand was raised to touch his raven dark locks with a sheepish smile on his lips. "Ah, don't make me choose Razim," he said, a light pink touching his skin, "whatever is fine with me."

It was silent for a bit as Razim moved to make thier dishes, Oliver watching patiently. However, Razim took the spoon he held and hit it lightly on Oliver's forehead, snapping him out of his daze and looking up at Razim confused. "Something wrong, Oliver?"

Oliver frowned, unsure weather to answer before sighing. "Do I look like a ghost to you?"

Razim could only laugh.