I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters/Places in it. I do own Amalthea Vitani and her family

Chapter 20

Little Black Book

Amalthea could feel the pull of the broom as Draco started descending.

"We're here" he whispered, not sure if she had fallen asleep or not.

Nodding her head slightly, she waited until Draco had gotten off of the broom before touching her feet to the ground. Following the path of the gray cobble stones with her eyes, Amalthea was shocked by what she saw. Instead of the huge, lavish mansion she envisioned Draco living in, was a two story, quaint Victorian cottage. The cottage itself was a beige color with dark blue shutters; yellow day lilies were planted in the rectangular beds underneath the windows. Dark blue wrap around porches were on both stories. The landscaping had every flower from purple Azaleas to the rare orange and blue Bird of Paradise. An old, humongous, Weeping Willow tree stood proudly to the left of the house.

"Come on" Draco stated softly, walking down the path towards the door.

Amalthea followed behind, taking in the sound of the cicadas, the smell of the mornings rain, the heat of the sun, and the sight of two cranes standing next to each other with their beaks nestled together on the lake shore. His house is perfect, Amalthea thought in awe of everything around her.

"How can you live here and work constantly? I would never leave" she whispered.

Draco chuckled, a small smirk gracing his lips as he turned around to walk backwards.

"I try not to" he answered, putting his hand on the knob of the door. The house shimmered green in recognition to its master and the door opened slowly. It hadn't even opened all the way when a small body came flying out of the foyer into Amalthea's arms, almost knocking her over.

"Missus Thea. Oh hows this Jovi was worried" she cried, burying her face into Amalthea stomach.

"Oh Jovi! You're okay! When did you get here?"

"Mister Malfoy dropped me here before he took Neferkare to the Ministry. That man is scary."

Draco sniggered.

"I'm starved! Anyone for some brunch?"

Amalthea's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't even realize how hungry she was until Draco said something, her mouth started watering just thinking about having food. Nodding her head enthusiastically, she smiled down at Jovi.

"Jovi can makes us something. Then we can all sit to a nice brunch on the back part of the porch!"

"No I can make it Jovi. But if you could clean up the porch a little for me and set the table I would appreciate it."

Following Draco into the kitchen, Amalthea looked around the inside of the house. The foyer was large and extremely inviting. The walls painted a coffee color, cream and pistachio green knick knacks gave the house a very earthy feel. Modern Muggle art hung on the walls, with the occasional plant or flower accenting it on a stand; dark oak wood floors. A glass spiral stair case was in the middle leading up to the landing at the top of the stairs.

The kitchen had an old black stone oven, as well as Muggle stainless steel appliances. The wall paper was a dark forest green with a vine printed pattern, tan and gold granite counters, light stained oak cabinets, and beige floor stones. The place was immaculate. Not a speckle of dust to be seen, not a dish out of place.

"How about my plantain BLT and fried eggplant as the side?"

"You cook?"

Draco smirked.

"Man of many talents" he waggled his eye brows, causing Amalthea to roll her eyes and blush.

"Yes I'm sure you are" mumbling more to herself than him.

She watched as his fingers worked fast, slicing the eggplant into small disks, dipping them into egg, and placing them gently in the hot oil. Letting those cook, he flattened two plantains and placed them into the oil in another frying pan. He turned and pulled out a package of bacon, the container of mayonnaise, and a head of lettuce. Opening the bacon, he placed a few slices in another pan, turning the eggplant pieces over, checking the plantains, and walked right out of the kitchen.

Amalthea blinked a few times, wondering where he was going with all this food cooking. She had no idea what he was doing, but she figured she could tend to the bacon. Slipping off of the barstool she was perched on, she grabbed the tongs and flipped the pieces that were ready, being careful not to get hit with hot grease. She looked up and was in complete amazement. There was a small window above the stove top and right outside of the window was Draco. He was kneeling in front of a tomato plant, caressing each tomato like one would a baby, trying to pick out which one he wanted. His hair blew in the wind, covering his face from her view, and she couldn't help the small delicate smile that graced her face. She could almost hear her walls crumbling.

"Oh shit. Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch" she cried. Her hand flying up to her mouth, using her tongue to try to soothe the burn she got because she wasn't paying attention. It wasn't even the oil that got her, apparently when she was ogling Draco her hand started to slip and landed right onto the rim of the scorching pan. Shit! Gotta flip the bacon!

She switched hands, keeping the burnt one in her mouth and used her left to flip the bacon. Concentrating so hard, she didn't hear Draco come up behind her. She did, however, feel when he grabbed her hand out of her mouth, putting yellow mustard over the already blistering burn.

"This will keep it from blistering more. You really should pay more attention. You're very accident prone. Your boyfriend will definitely have his job cut out for him."

"Well, that will separate the men from the boys won't it" she huffed.

"You would need a strong man. One who knows how to protect himself and would be capable of keeping you safe" he leaned down and whispered in her ear, pushing his body firm body into her soft one. Putting his large calloused hand over her tiny one, he guided their hands to retrieve the plantains and eggplant, placing them on a paper towel.

"Oh yea? You think you know what I need?" she asked, turning off the stove tops with her free hand.

"I don't think I know. I do know."

Twisting her head to look at him over her shoulder, she raised her right eyebrow to convey her skepticism.

"And what is that, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco looked hard into her eyes, trying to convey his feelings. Right now his eyes were a light blue with swirls of silver. He really is beautiful. She couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips.

"Me, of course" he whispered leaning in towards her like he was going in for a kiss, but Amalthea realized what he was doing and ducked under his arms.

"Uh uh uh Mr. Malfoy" she said laughing.

"You need to work for this girl."

Draco whipped around to look at her smiling behind him.

"I think I can do that" he grinned.

"Are you sure? You are used to girls throwing themselves at your feet" she sneered, unable to contain the jealous glint in her eyes.

Using his Auror training, he snatched her arm up quick so she couldn't run, pulling her into his body tightly, nuzzling his face into her hair.

"I'll be your prince charming. This is the first time I've ever felt all these feelings I'm feeling now. I want to make this real Amalthea" he whispered into her ear.

"Prove it. Prove it to me. I want to believe you, but I have to be sure Draco. My Veela might not search out for a destined mate, but once I pick, we pick, that's it for me Draco. My Veela steals itself for that one person; if that person dies, or leaves me…I'll die. This isn't a game for me."

Draco stayed nestled in her hair, breathing in her scent. Minutes ticked by, he hadn't said anything, hadn't moved besides to occasionally pull her tighter to him. Suddenly, he jumped from her, snagged her arm and started sprinting towards the stair case.

"Draco, Draco wait, where are we going" she giggled.

He didn't answer her, just pulled her into a room with a desk in the middle of it and a huge fireplace, probably uses that one for the floo. Letting go of her hand, he strolled over to the desk, and pulled something out of it. Then he turned towards the fireplace, drew out his wand, and started a fire.

"This is a start" he said, holding up a small black book.

"What's that?"

"My little black book of course!"

"You actually have one of those?" She asked rolling her eyes.

"You didn't expect me to remember all those floo addresses by memory, did you?"

"There's that many Draco!" She exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers.

"Hey, when you're as good looking as m…"

"Don't even finish that Malfoy" she snorted, turning around and heading back towards the kitchen.

"Aren't you going to stay to watch me burn it?" he shouted after her.

"No, I'll leave you to mourn after your little black book on your own."