here's the next chapter, hope you guys enjoy it. don't own harry potter :(
The men were sat around wondering what was taking the women so long. Draco felt impatient as to when Amara would come back. They weren't the best of friends right now but Draco had really been trying, he was civil and friendly.
Only Blaise knew about Draco's crush on Amara; it's been ongoing since third year. Something about the fact that she punched him, had him all horny like the sex driven teenager that he was, well still is.
He had to watch her from afar, masking his crush by using horrible insults, it was almost too much watching her being tortured by his Aunt. He wanted to help but he knew that if he did then not only would his fucked up Aunt kill Hermione, but Draco would be dead too.
His situation now with Amara, was like fates second chance for him, he could try and get her to fall for him, like he had fallen for her. Draco knew that he was completely smitten, right now if Amara asked him to jump, he'd ask 'how high?'.
He was whipped. Hermione had always been beautiful, but Amara, she was fucking stunning, he could stare at her all day, and this morning in her swim suit, Draco thought he was going to have a heart attack.
Draco still had images of her glistening body, oh god he had to get the thoughts out of his head, otherwise he would be sat in front of Amara father with a hard one, who was talking about 'stupid, little shits who were sex driven, who just wanted to take his baby girl away from him, and how he would like to unman the lot of them' he clearly was passionate about the subject of keeping Amara away from boys like that, little did he know that he invited one them into his house for the week all by himself.
Draco was interrupted from his internal monologue when the fireplace roared, and out stumbled the center of all his thoughts. Amara nearly fell through the fireplace, and she would have unless her father hadn't quickly jumped up and grabbed her.
Draco would have jumped up, he nearly did but her father was just so much more faster, he really did make her safety his priority.
'Amara honey are you okay?'
'Yes Daddy, I'm fine, just stumbled a little. Seriously daddy I'm fine, please don't stress yourself out.' Amara smirked at her father.
'Hello everybody!' Amara greeted everybody warmly, and moved to sit next to Blaise.
'Hey little sister!' Blaise planted a small kiss on her cheek.
'Hello' Amara replied rather suspiciously. 'Why are you so friendly?'
'Hey, I can be nice! And plus you were subjected to shopping with Mother, you deserve this much!' Amara laughed, at least she wasn't the only one who was tortured like this.
'How was shopping with mum anyway?' Blaise questioned.
'Oh my god, don't even ask. For five hours I was carted around to several different shops, then taken back because 'ohh that shop had a matching clutch and what not' I mean it was alright at first, but mum just went crazy. I swear I saw her eyes go glazy at the thought of dressing me up in about fifty different dresses. I never want to do that again! Please don't ever send me with them again daddy, please.' by the time Amara was finished, the men sat there laughing.
'Amara dear, where exactly are the women?' Lucius questioned.
'Oh those two decided that they wanted to continue shopping, I've had enough, I couldn't take it anymore. Aunt Cissa said something about going to Pierre. I refused to go to through another round of looking at dresses.' Lucius looked horrified.
'Oh you poor girl, that Pierre is a absolute nightmare, you would have been stuck there for god knows how long. He designed robes for me one time, I was cooped up in a room with him for about 3 hours. Worst time of my life.'
'Well thank god I didn't go. Anyway I'm going to head upstairs and take a shower. So see you gentlemen later.'
'Bye' the four men chorused together.
Amara walked out of the room leaving the men to discuss whatever it was they talked about, she had just got to her room when she heard footsteps behind her.
She turned around to see her brother and his best friend.
'How can I help you two?' she asked as she entered her room, as well as signaling for them to enter too.
'Did you manage to get a dress for the ball then?' Blaise asked.
'Yes I did, it's beautiful. I think I'm in love with the dress. Mum and Aunt Cissa went all moony eyed over it.' At that both boys smirked.
'So basically, who have you thought about making me go to the ball with?' Draco smirked he knew that Blaise was getting impatient; he wanted to know who he was going with.
'Yes I told you I've got it all thought out. So stop bothering me about it. You'll find out on the night of the ball. On one hand I've got you asking me about your date and on the other I've got mum pestering me about my escort to the ball.' Amara ran her hand through her hair in frustration.
'Do you have a date to the ball?' Draco asked, really hoping that she didn't.
'No I don't Draco, if I get a date, daddy won't like it, if I don't mum will go mental. Do you have a date?' Draco nearly sighed from relief but managed to regain some self control.
'Nope, not yet. I have no idea as to who I should ask.' Draco smirked, he knew who he wanted to ask, it's just there were so many people in the way, and Amara's father was a prime example.
'Anyway what do you plan on doing in the evening 'Mara?' Blaise asked.
'Dunno, really. I might just sit in the gardens and chill I suppose. What about you?'
'Me and Blaise were thinking about going to the lake just behind the house here, do you want to come with us?'
'Oh yes, that would be lovely, and I get to explore the area. Yes. Give me about half an hour to shower and get ready and then we can go.' Amara smiled at them both, and moved to her huge walk in wardrobe to get a change of clothes. She was buzzing with excitement.
'Can we just chill in here, while you shower and whatever 'Mara?' Amara walked out of the wardrobe and nodded at her brother. Just then Draco and Blaise both ran and jumped on her bed.
She knew that Blaise loved her bed; but in all honesty it was gorgeous, and probably the softest bed she had ever slept on. Celso had this thing about making sure that Amara was safe and happy, and well she could see where he was coming from, he had lost his daughter, and by some miracle he had found her.
He was just a worried father. Amara felt so lucky, she had two sets of loving parents; she even had a brother who loved her very much. All was well in life.
i really like writing about Celso, i use my own dad for ideas sometimes. hope you lot liked it, will try to update soon; it's been hard trying to write three stories at once and be a maid of honor; but its worth it . review and tell me what you thought.