The Daughter of Black
Chapter 5: Malfoy Manor
Not only was I deprived of my good byes with my father, which made miraculous escape with the help of Harry and Hermione, but now I am being sent to hell or somewhere much like it. Why must I always be tortured? I would have went to live with my father but he fears it is far too dangerous at the moment. Now I am slouched in the train's compartment with a sullen Harry who has to return to his horrible Aunt and Uncle and a happy Ron and Hermione glad to be seeing their parents.
"I can't take this," I burst. "I just can't stand them! How am I going to last?" I said and I leaned back into the seat with my face in my hands. "Anyone want to trade." I joked. "You're stuck there, Belle, no one would want to be stuck in your shoes." Ron said not helping in the slightest. "Flip flops," I corrected and he rolled his eyes replied, "Whatever."
"You could just stay for a couple weeks and than I'm sure Ron's family wouldn't have a problem if you came to stay with them." Hermione offered. I looked up and smiled at her, "That's why I'm glad I have you around Hermione. You always seem to use your brain and that's more than I can say for these dimwits." I laughed. "Hey," Harry and Ron protested at the same time.
"Hmm," I said my eyes sparkling. "I could ask the Malfoys of I could visit my aunt and uncle. Swing by Harry's place in England, and go to your house Ron." I said and everyone was happy now. "Okay. Two weeks, only two weeks. How bad can it really be." I said and the train finally stopped at the station.
I met Draco where he stood. I didn't bother to greet him. I stood there in my all American out fit – ripped tight jeans, a red spaghetti strap tank top showing a sliver of my snowy white midriff, and a pair of red flip flops to top it all off. "Hello, Isobel," I heard and I turned slightly to see Damon Marvol smiling down at me. "Hello," I said. "How're you feeling?" He asked and I gave him a quizzical look and finally turned fully. I placed a hand gingerly on my hip. "Fine, thank you. But why would you ask?" I said and he smiled, "You were hurt and I thought I should ask. It's also rather amusing to see you so defensive as you are now over a simple question." He quipped and I glared at him. He laughed.
"I see you are still staying with the Malfoys." He said. "Yes," I said and then muttered, "unfortunately." He chuckled and then said, "Perhaps, my company shall lighten your mood." My eyes connected with his at this moment. "What?" I asked. "He's coming to stay at the Manor, Isobel." Draco said. "Yes, I could have figured that out on my own, Draco. It is infuriating how little is expected of pure blood women. We're not all as slutty and dense as your dear, Pansy Parkinson." I said and he scowled and I heard Damon chuckle.
"You may not see me around much. In the summer I'm a sports kind of girl." I said and Damon looked more interested. "Quidditch?" He asked and I laughed. "Yes, unfortunately I don't have a broom. But that won't stop me from doing other things, like running. It keeps me from going crazy sometimes." I said and smiled. "From going crazy? You mean you haven't already." I turned around and looked at my cousin.
"What was that?" I asked threateningly. He took a step away from me, "Oh are you scared," I asked taunting him. "No, you're just a girl." He said and I laughed. "Well, since I'm just a girl than all the times I hit you this year didn't hurt at all? Care for me to try again?" I asked and he just shook his head. "Oh, I was hoping you would say, yes. Pity how things turn out isn't it." I said mocking what he said about my getting into Gryffindor the beginning of last year.
Then I saw him approaching. "Hello, Isobel, how nice to see you." Lucius said and I felt the urge to throw up. It must be something in the Malfoy genes. Soon our bags were sent to the manor and we all were following Lucius. Soon enough I was in a manor with décor of black and silver all around and occasionally some emerald green. Slytherin colors.
"Isobel," I heard Narcissa say sweetly as she approached me. "You're so beautiful, darling." She said looking at me appraisingly. Even clothes I knew she would find hideous she still thought I looked beautiful, well now that was saying something. "Come, sweetheart, lets get you into something for dinner." She said leading me up a stair case and down numerous hallways. "Here we are, I'll have someone come for you, soon." She said with a warm smile and I nodded as she closed the door.
My room was huge and had emerald green walls and was lavishly set with black furniture that were all trimmed with silver. I went to my trunk to find it empty all my clothes were carefully and neatly put away into a huge walk-in closet. I went through all my things which I must admit is a lot. It might have something to do with the fact I cast an extension charm on my trunk.
I looked through all my clothes and settled on a simple black dress. It fit me like a glove coming down to a respectable length of just above my knees. I put on a pair of black stilettos, pulled my wand from my hair, and put on my long silver necklace with a large oval onyx pendent hanging from it. I looked into the mirror and looked at my black silky hair that refused to do anything but fall in loose curls.
A knock alerted me to someone at my door. "You look beautiful." Damon said once he got a good look at me and I rolled my eyes, "hardly." I said and he laughed, "If Narcissa, gave you that compliment than you surely are. She's very particular." I sighed and he led me downstairs.
The week dragged, as if each day – actually each hour – if it were an eternity. I've only been here a week and I feel like I'm ready to start breaking things. I never realized how hard it was to take arrogance in concentrated doses, especially when I only get breaks from it for eight hours a day.
I lay on the cool hardwood floor in a pair of jean short shorts and a cream spaghetti strap tank top. I am lying on my back in utter boredom, staring at the ceiling with nothing to do. I have to divert from the plan two weeks is far too long. I hopped up from my position on the floor gracefully, slipped on some shoes, and opened the door. I ventured down the hall to the door I knew to lead to Lucius's study. I knocked softly and heard his voice say loud and clear in an arrogant tone, "Enter." It is beyond me how one word could sound arrogant from anyone besides Lucius Malfoy.
"Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if I could possibly spend the rest of the summer with my Aunt Marguerite and Uncle Scott. I miss them terribly." I asked and I looked at him with sadness shining through my eyes. "I don't see why not. I'm sure you can leave in a few days, perhaps, a week." He said. He didn't look happy with development and neither did I. A week. I have to wait a week.
I thanked him graciously and then stormed out of the house. I walked into the immense backyard and plopped down on the ground staring into the forest longingly. I haven't been able to run, I mean really run, since I've been cooped up into this manor. I have become so bored. I long to run, feel my paws push off from the hard earth and accelerate to some speeds a person could never dream go without a broom stick.
"Don't even think about it." Someone said plopping down beside where I sat looking to the dark trees. I looked over to see Damon, "It's dangerous, you of all people know what werewolves can do. Even an ani—" I cut him off before he could finish off the word – animagus – putting my hand over his mouth and falling onto him in the process as he fell back into the grass. "Don't speak of it. To anyone." I said. Unlike most animagi I am not registered with the Ministry of Magic. In other word that will cause a lot of trouble.
I removed my hand from his mouth and he smiled up at me from where I was upon his chest. "Sorry." I said about to get up but he held me in place. "You're quite beautiful, did you know that." He said in his smooth voice. "You've told me before." I said smiling down at him and he began to lean up, only about an inch from my lips when we heard Draco, "What do you think you're doing, Isobel?"
I laughed and pulled away from a rather irritated Damon. "I wasn't doing anything cousin." I said sweetly, getting up gracefully only to be pulled down again by Damon. "Why don't you go inside and play, Draco, I was talking to Isobel." Draco held in all emotional outbursts and went inside without question. That is really strange, Draco is usually the one giving the orders, never the one obeying them. That's just plain weird.
"Now where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?" Damon asked playfully, engulfing me in his dark eyes. "Right, about here I supposed." Damon shifted me so now I was beneath him, my back pressed into the prickly grass, making my skin tingle a bit. He was an inch from my lips. Then his lips met mine.
A/N: Hello lovely readers I hope you enjoyed this chapter it was a bit difficult to write. I think I was deleting things more than I was writing. Give me some reviews and tell me what you think about it. Just for everyone to know I am into the fourth year right now. Hope you enjoyed it. Love you all. brunette-in-black