Chapter 9
She woke up thee next morning the sun creeping in through the window. She was still curled up on the couch, with tear stained cheeks. She sat up and looked around it was extremely empty, and quite, the only sound being of the morning birds. She walked over to the kitchen to get some breakfast, she opened the fridge it didn't have much in it, some orange juice and leftovers. She really wanted to eat the leftovers but she didn't know how long they had been in there. She went to get some cereal instead.
"Not a lot huh?" Liz whipped around to see who had got into her house. It was Draco.
"Dra…but ho…" she stuttered.
"I'll tell you later," he said, getting up from the kitchen table.
"Draco," she mumbled, as she ran into his arms, "It's so wrong without her here…"
"I understand," he said, holding her tight. She cried even more now. "It's going to be okay."
She sniffled. "I hope so," she whimpered.
After a few moments of silence, Liz asked, "How long have you been here?"
"Since seven," he replied, as Liz looked at her clock, it was ten.
"Three hours? Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked, switching from leaning on Draco to leaning on the counter.
"You looked peaceful," he said, bluntly.
"Oh," she said, as she turned her head. "Do you want some breakfast?"
"I'd love some."
"Okay," said Liz, going back into the kitchen looking for something to cook.
After the scrumcious breakfast Liz cooked, she took him for a tour of her small, cozy, empty house.
"Well as you can see this is the dining room slash kitchen," said Liz, moving her hands in the air. "And over here is the living room, that room is the guest room," she continued, as she went to the hallway. "Bathroom, my room and mums room…."she paused, "well I guess it was here room." Liz stood in the hallway staring at the shut white door.
"Soooo…." said Draco, breaking the silence, "what's in your room?"
"Right, my room lets go see," she answered. She walked to the left of her mom's old room where there was another white door. She turned the knob to reveal an array of color. "That's it," said Liz, as she went to slam the door shut, she was kind of embarrassed, his upper class charm was going to clash with her urban hippie-ness. But before she closed the door Draco stopped it and stared in amazement.
"This room, it's so, its so…." He couldn't find the right adjective.
"Hideous, trashy, poor…." Liz tried to fill in, she really didn't know how he would take this.
"Bold was the word I was looking for," he said, shooting a smile at Liz. "There's so much color!" Liz's bedspread was a tie-died, comforter along with her pillow cases. Her walls were like patches of different abstract patterns, she had colorful scarves everywhere, and neat little lamps with dangly decorations, a white ceiling fan/light, but what stood out the most was this beautiful white vanity. It looked as though it came from 19th century French décor.
"Where did you get that?" Draco asked, curiously.
"I got it from an antique flea market, in London," she said, looking at it.
"It is beautiful, my mother would adore it," he said.
"Your mum, what's she like?" randomly, asked Liz, leaning on her door post.
"Well, she's classy, elegant, and pretty much everything else that a rich woman could be…" he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"That sounds….nice…" she said. She really didn't know what it'd be like if her mom was the upper class, snob, in blunt terms.
"What about yours?" he asked, carefully.
"Well, for starters she was a very strong woman, very liberal and artistic, she was lovely," said Liz.
"That really does sound nice. That must have been quite a delightful childhood, one without strict rules and obligations."
"What do you mean without strict rules and obligations?" asked Liz, confused.
Draco went to sit on her fluffy bed to spill out his childhood. Liz joined him at his side.
"When I was a child, and still now, my parents have always had a set of strict rules and obligations, as I said before, there were rules that they made up and sort of a code that ran in the Malfoy family. Some of them being, not association my self with anyone under the pureblood range, and to do everything exactly as ordered. When I was younger, I didn't mind these rules, hence my arrogance over half-bloods and muggle-borns, actually I really didn't mind them until I met you…" he paused.
"When I met you, like REALLY met you I was so intrigued by your shyness, they way you wouldn't answer me at all. I just wasn't used to it, so eventually it made me want to rebel against my fine raising, because if I hadn't I wouldn't be here right now with you."
Liz was so moved by this in depth open-ness Draco showed, it made her feel like a bitch, and how she still blocks out some of his aspects, but now things were different, now she opened her eyes and took in the very thing that kept her alive, literally.
A/N: Here's chapter 9, sorry it took so long, I've been busy, but I'm back on it, and I'm going to finish it soon so that you all can read the full story at once. Thanks for reading and waiting
