The Adopted Malfoy-
Chapter 9:
Harry's First Yule.
Harry was bouncing around excitedly as his parents decorated the hall. The tall dark men who was Draco's Godfather hadn't returned since. Harry had always felt it was his fault. Though, Draco had gotten a late birthday present from the man, which was a figure of him, older and on a broom, playing Quidditch and catching the snitch.
"Aren't you as jumpy as a Cornish pixie this morning." Narcissa chuckled.
"Sorry, I'm just really excited for the ball tonight. Draco says I'll be able to make other friends too!" Harry grinned.
"Of course you will. You're a very likeable boy." Narcissa said as she finished up on the decorations. Lucius had left earlier to tell the House elves that they need to make for the party. "Why don't you go find Draco? I think he said something about picking your outfit since you have horrible taste." Narcissa laughed at Harry's pout.
"I do not. Dray' just obsessed with his looks unlike me." Harry said petulantly.
"Yes, yes, go get ready honeybee, the guests will be arriving in two hours." Narcissa sent him off. She still needed to get ready herself of course.
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"Draco! Quit hogging the shower!"
"Harry, we live in a manor! Go use one of the others!"
"But you have my toothbrush and nice soap!"
"Nice soap? Which one? Daisies, roses, cinnamon, citrus or vanilla?"
"Citrus! It's the only one you don't use!"
"Maybe because I don't want to smell like oranges!"
"Oh just open the door prat!"
"Fine, just go away! I'd rather keep my privates private!" Draco huffed and open the door, passing Harry the soap.
"Why you getting so dolled up anyway?"
"What do you mean?" Draco rose an eyebrow.
"You're being a bigger prat than normal. Who are you trying to impress?"
"Well, many Pureblood's will be there! I need to look my best."
"Sure sure. I'm going now."
"Finally!" The door closed with a slam but Harry couldn't help but grin. His brother was too obvious.
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"Which should I wear?! Blue-grey for my eyes, or light blue for the Malfoy family? Which looks better? Harry don't ignore me!" Draco snapped.
"Calm down Dray! I don't know why you're asking me, but I like blue shirt." Harry shrugged.
"Thank you!" Draco rolled his eyes and picked up the blue-grey shirt, slipping it over his shoulders and buttoning it.
"Wow. Thanks." Harry said sarcastically.
"Your welcome." Draco replied innocently as he pulled up this trousers, buttoning them and tucking his formal shirt. "So? What do you think? Vest or no vest? Should I wear robes instead?" Draco questioned.
"No vest, a black tie and robes will do. You've always looked good in black." Harry commented.
"Thanks brother...what are you doing?!"
"...Putting my tie on?" Harry said uncertainly.
"No, no, no, you don't suit ties like that. You don't look good in too much black unlike Severus. You seem more one for colour...Oh! I got it!" Draco clapped his hands together and ran to Harry's closet.
He came back for another outfit in hand. A cotton azure coloured button up with folded collar, a cobalt blue tie to match and black slacks. Dark forest green robes finished the look along with black leather shoes.
"You look great! Blue is truly a Malfoy colour. The colour of confidence and power. Every Malfoy is to display those things to the public." Draco said strutting like a praised peacock. Harry bit back the urge to laugh.
"Mhm. Is that why you always wear green too?"
"Hmm? No, I'm simply showing house pride."
"Huh?"
"When I get to Hogwarts, I'll be a Slytherin. Every Malfoy is."
"Do...Do you think I'll be a Slytherin?"
"No clue. Your house is based of personality, values, I have no clue where you'd go, I can only guess. But I guess it's possible for you to be a Slytherin." Draco shrugged, pulling his shoes on.
Someone knocked on the door.
"People will be arriving it half hour. Finish up your hair and such and meet me in the Floo room to greet the guests." Narcissa said and left quickly, probably to do her own thing.
"You heard her. Sit on the bed, I need to do your hair." Draco ordered as Harry pouted.
"But why?" He whined.
"Because, it's rather long and needs to be managed." He chuckled, brushing through his brothers long, sleek, blond hair. It reached around his mid-back now after four years of no cutting it.
"That feels nice." Harry sighed contently as Draco ran his fingers through his hair, aligning it so it would be easier to plait. "Try not to make me look girly." Harry chuckled as Draco began to weave the three strands of hair together.
"Try? Sorry Harry, you already look girly enough." Draco taunted.
"Hey!" Harry pouted, smacking Draco's hand when he tried to wrap the braid into bun. "I don't need to look like mum." He muttered.
"What do you mean? Mums very beautiful." Draco teased.
"Oh shut up. Come on, let's go invite the guests in." Harry smiled, taking his brothers hand and pulling him along to the Floo room.
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The party was in full swing. Narcissa and Lucius had announced who Harry was and why he was now here, or at least the story they made for him. He chose to stick with Draco, too nervous to speak without someone he knew nearby. Draco had first spoken to Blaise Zabini, then Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe who were near the buffet table. A few others he didn't catch the name of. The Draco greeted the Lovegood's.
"Mr Lovegood, Mrs Lovegood, it's nice to see you." He greeted.
"Good evening Malfoy." They greeted back. Then he seemed to noticed the third Lovegood.
"L-Luna. You, look lovely this evening." He said, his cheeks tinted pink as he bowed formally. The young blond with bright blue eyes smiled softly.
"Really? Many of the others say I look rather old fashioned." She said in a gentle, dreamy voice. And she did. A puffy yellow skirt with a cat on it, a white blouse and flats. She wore what Harry had seen it in a muggle movie when he was at the orphanage. 'Grease' it was called. They wore leather jackets, puffy skirts, big hair and they spoke of many uncommon things to Harry. Harry still didn't understand it, but he had liked the music and colourful clothing.
"Well, old fashioned isn't always a bad thing..." Draco said, standing straight and offering his arm. "Would you like to dance?" Draco's pale skin reminded him of a tomato now. The parents were watching with smiles.
"That would be quite nice." She said with a small smile, looking at her parents for a moment.
"We'll go talk to Mr and Mrs Malfoy. We've been meaning to for a while." The wife said, dragging her husband away quickly.
"I'll go get some punch then...bye." Harry moved away from them, not wanting to ruin Draco's chances to dance with a nice girl. She was rather strange, but very pretty. Like Narcissa.
A boy caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He was reading a large, old-looking book while everyone mingled and danced. He seemed like an odd-duckling.
"H-hello." Harry stuttered as he sat besides the bookworm. The boy looked from his book to him, then back to his book.
"Hi." He said in a quiet voice.
"I'm Harry...You are?"
"Theodore. Theodore Nott."
"Harry Malfoy." Harry smiled. "How are you?"
"Fine. You?"
"I'm good. This is my first Christmas party ever."
"You've never had a Christmas party before?"
"...M-My other mother didn't like parties."
"Oh. I don't really like big crowds. I prefer just a couple of friends." Theodore said as he closed his book, bookmarking it.
"What do you do for fun when you aren't at parties then?" Harry asked curiously.
"Read. Draw. I like to fly, but I don't play Quidditch. It's such a barbaric game." Theodore smiled when Harry grinned.
"I love flying! I like reading, but I'm not a huge reader. And I'm not very good at drawing." Harry smiled. "I like to play games though. Hide and seek, murder in the dark, chase, it's fun!"
"Murder in the dark? Why would you do that?" Theodore looked rather horrified.
"No! It's a game. You turn off al the lights and the others hide. Then you go and find them." Harry explained to the appalled pureblood.
"Strange. I would why you'd search for someone in the dark. Rather fruitless." Theodore said with furrowed brows and pierced thin lips.
"Yeah, I guess. But it's fun. Maybe you can come to the manor again and we can play!" Harry said excitedly. Theodore was timid and held this infinite curiosity, but he was friendly enough.
"I probably shouldn't. The only reason I'm allowed here is because I'm a pureblood. Our mothers aren't exactly friendly with each other." Theodore said lightly.
"How come?"
"My mother cursed your mothers sister with an unforgivable back when they had just graduated. It was said to bring out the Black Madness in her."
"Black Madness?"
"You haven't heard of it? It's said that every member of the Black family goes insane at some point. Orion Black went crazy and locked himself in his home once, Walburga Black destroyed her bedroom while laughing insanely, Regulus Black betrayed the Dark Lord and Sirius Black sold his best friends to the Dark Lord and then killed thirteen Muggles and Pettigrew. Bellatrix Lestrange, your mothers sister, tortured two people into insanity with her husband and husbands brother. The only ones said to not have caught it yet is Narcissa's oldest sister and her." Theodore explained.
"Doesn't that mean me and Draco would have it?" Harry said nervously.
"No clue. Then again, the Blacks would always marry their cousins and inbreed, so that probably screwed with their minds." Theodore shrugged. "Narcissa married out of the family, or at least, extremely distantly. It's said all Pureblood's are somehow related, even if it's distantly."
"Strange." Harry scrunched his nose. "Does that mean you'd be, like, extremely distantly related to me?"
"Probably." Harry giggled at Theodore's uncaring shrug. He looked upon all the surrounding people as music placed, watching as everyone danced around happily.
Looking at Theodore shyly, he asked, "Would you like to dance with me?" He offered his hand.
"Dance? I've learnt, but I never really considered..."
"Come on! It'll be fun." He pulled the boy up with a cheerful grin. "Dance with me." He said, no room for a no.
"Fine." Theodore drawled, but he couldn't help the smile on his lips as he danced with his new...friend?
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Authors Note: I hope you like this chapter! You may be wondering about what's going on between Draco and Luna why her mum is around, Luna's eight, so her mum is still alive. And Draco just thinks she's pretty and loony, but in a good way. I can't guarantee I'll make them an item, so put your opinion of it for me! Also check out my Poll on my bio so you can state your opinion on what house Harry should be in at Hogwarts. The one with the most vote will be his house.
Next Chapter: Harry meets Severus once again. Will Severus be able to hold in his sorrows though? Harry also meets the Flints, a rather rough family who weren't able to arrive at the Yule party. Harry finds The Flints rather interesting indeed. But is it really the family he wants to be near? Find out next time in The Adopted Malfoy's, Chapter 9, 'Masters and Sinners'.