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Disclaimer - I didn't make up the characters that are in J. K. Rowling's books although I do love them and J. K. Rowling for writing the HP books. This is just a fanfic with the plot totally and completely original. It makes references to characters and situations from the books and the descriptions are similar to those in the book but they are original as well.
Chapter Nine: Kissing Voldemort's Relative
Oscie was now out on a street of London with a few pounds in her pocket and nowhere to go. She knew that if she needed to she could call the Knight Bus but she was trying to avoid doing that for as long as possible since she would be spending the night on it most likely. She found a café after about two blocks from the church and stepped inside to order a drink without remembering she was wearing her witch robes.
There weren't many people in the little place and Oscie didn't even look around to notice she was being stared at by many of the Muggles. She sat at a table and dropped her head into her hands as tears filled her eyes.
Her stay at the café was short and she only drank one cup of coffee before leaving once again for the streets. It was now dusk and she retreated into an alley where it was dark and abandoned to summon the Knight Bus. There was a loud BANG and a blinding light that filled the alley and a screeching noise as the bus came to a halt right in front of her. Oscie made her way to the door and was met by two smiling faces.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus. I'd say what I'm supposed to but if you summoned us then you must know about us. Now then, where's it to, lass?" one of the conductors questioned.
"Well it's actually to the Malfoy estate but I'd rather arrive there at noon tomorrow. How much would that be?" Oscie questioned.
"A galleon for overnight and then five sickles for the trip until noon," he replied. Oscie fished into her pocket and handed him the wizard money and then headed to the upper level of the bus to rest. The upper level was the quietest area and all she wanted was to be alone.
The bus came to a screeching halt and Oscie got off in front of a large house. It looked like a mixture of the houses she had seen in different Dracula movies when she was only known as a little Muggle girl. As she walked up to the gate there was a loud BANG and whirl of wind as the bus behind her disappeared.
Stone gargoyles sat on either side of the iron gates and as she approached they both moved and one even flapped his wings. She jumped and looked at them both anxiously.
Oscie halted when the one on her left said in a rather bored voice, "I wouldn't take another step if I were you."
"Why not?"
"Because I'd like to know your name and the business you have to do at this house. Otherwise things could get a little.flat out here," it replied and did a motion with its legs of stomping on something.
"I see. Well I'm Oscie Whitmore and I have been invited by the family for the evening," she replied.
"I don't remember hearing about this visitor," the gargoyle replied. The other one perked up slightly.
"I do. Mr. Malfoy told us on the way out this morning," the other one said. The first one looked as though it was trying to remember and then it seemed to shrug with its wings.
"I suppose you may pass," it said and the gates swung open. Oscie walked up the path to the door, stopped on the porch, and knocked on the door with the large gargoyle door knocker. After a few minutes the door opened and a woman was standing there. The woman was tall, slim, pale complected like Draco, and was actually good-looking for her age.
"Hello, I'm Oscie," she said, extending her hand. The woman took her hand and shook briefly in a very stiff manor as though it caused her pain to do so.
"Mrs. Malfoy," the woman replied and stepped aside to allow Oscie to walk in. The house was very dark with a thick musty smell as though it needed a few windows opened to air the place out. There were thick curtains covering the windows that didn't let any light in and only candlelight was illuminating the rooms. The entire floor appeared to be a black marble with white veins running through it and in spots it was cracked. The furniture was all ornate and very expensive looking and it even looked like something from a horror movie that would be inside a mansion like this one.
Draco came out of a room and upon seeing Oscie his crooked smile spread across his face, "Hi."
"Hi!" Oscie replied giving him a hug.
"Would you like to sit down in there?" Mrs. Malfoy questioned while gesturing to a room adjacent to the foyer. The three went in and sat on the stuffy furniture. "Here, I'll get some tea."
"How's your break from Hogwarts?" Oscie asked after his mom had left.
"It's been.alright. Yours?" he drawled.
"Not much of a break since I'm still at Hogwarts but I suppose the break from class is nice. And I did get to go to my sister's wedding."
"How was." Draco began but was cut off by the opening and slamming of the front door. Mrs. Malfoy had just come back with a tray of tea and jumped at the sound of the door, spilling the hot tea on Oscie's lap. The searing heat was burning her legs but she bit her lip to keep from complaining.
"Narcissa!" called an angry yet smooth drawl from the foyer. "The indignant halfwit got away!" He moved into eyeshot of the three in the room and his eyes flashed slightly at the sight of Oscie.
"Oscie Whitmore I presume?" he questioned. He looked very much like Draco with the same white-blond hair but his was long and pulled back into a ponytail. His robes were of exquisite black velvet and his eyes were even colder than Draco's. Oscie managed a weak smile despite the burning.
"Nice to meet you," she said with a strained voice.
"I'm terribly sorry," Narcissa said without the slightest hint of remorse in her voice. Only Draco seemed concerned with Oscie's welfare at the moment. Oscie pulled out her wand and used it to clean up the spill.
"It's alright. I'm fine," Oscie replied, her voice was now back to normal. Mr. Malfoy sat down next to his wife, across from the two students. He was staring at Oscie and appeared to be evaluating her appearance.
"Did you only just arrive?"
"Yes. I just came from my sister's wedding that was last night," she replied.
"Ah. We were invited to a wedding that was last night but were unable to go because something came up," he began. Oscie became aware that she would have to make sure to check The Daily Prophet to see just exactly what came up since it was obvious by his facial expressions and earlier comment that it was most likely something to make the news. "Now I see the resemblance. Margaret must be your sister. She and Thanatos are good friends of the family."
"It was the first time I'd seen her in seven years. That's quite some time," Oscie commented.
"We're going to be seeing them when they get back from their honeymoon," Narcissa added. Oscie didn't want to fathom why.
The conversation, although constant, was awkward for Oscie and she felt out of place with the Malfoys, especially with Draco's father. Dinner was delicious since it was an all out feast like at Hogwarts and even a few laughs occurred. Despite the 'pleasantness' of the Malfoys, Oscie was careful every time she took a drink to sip it slowly to make sure there were no potions such as Veritaserum in it. After dinner they went to a larger room that appeared to be the most comfortable room in the house even though it was still very dark and dreary.
"I like to know some about my guests before they arrive," Mr. Malfoy said to Oscie with what appeared to be a slight sneer. "Draco told me you have.Muggles as parents but you have never said the name of your uncle that you're living with." Oscie kept the fear that was building inside her from showing on her face as she waited to see where this conversation was going. "It would seem that you have a rather interesting family, Miss Whitmore."
"What do you mean, sir?" questioned Oscie.
"Just very diverse. You have Muggle parents, a wizard for a grandfather who has gone insane and is in a hospital in the United States, and a werewolf as your uncle," he replied.
"You have a werewolf as an uncle?" Draco exclaimed in shock.
"You mean you never knew?" Mr. Malfoy asked. Draco's eyes narrowed and he turned towards Oscie for an explanation.
"What witch in their right mind would go about bragging about having a werewolf in the family? They are outcasts among society and association with them isn't a quality many like," Oscie replied with a shrug.
"He's not just any werewolf," Mr. Malfoy replied. His eyes were flickering with an emotion that she couldn't pinpoint. "Draco, you would know him. Your late Professor Lupin." Draco looked as though he had just been slapped across the face without warning. Oscie stared at his father trying to figure out what game he was playing at.
"I don't see how this has relevance to who I am," Oscie said coolly. This comment was like taking a step onto a skinny branch with a chance that it might snap.
"I suppose it doesn't except that you share the same blood," Mr. Malfoy drawled. This reminded Oscie of when Draco had practically called her a Mudblood. She knew better than to challenge him so she kept her mouth shut. "Although that wasn't the most interesting find. Did you know that your father's cousin is Lord Voldemort?"
Oscie's eyes narrowed as if in disbelief and her stomach did a definite flip and she could feel her hands in her lap were clammy. She took a deep breath before responding, "Really? I had no idea."
"It pays to do your research Miss Whitmore," he replied. "I do believe it is getting late however and you must want to get back to your uncle."
"I'm not staying with him. He didn't want me for Christmas," she replied trying to make it sound as though she was deliberately overlooked.
"Ah. Well, have a Happy Christmas," Mr. Malfoy said as they stood up.
"Thank you. I hope your family has one as well," she replied with a very weak smile that almost looked like a grimace.
"I'll walk her to the door," Draco offered and the two made their way to the front door and out onto the porch. "My parents don't like Mudb.Muggles, as you can tell."
"I kind of got the hint," she replied with a smile that was still forced. "I guess they really watch out for you. It seems as though they went through a personal file on me to make sure I was okay."
He shrugged, "These are different times."
"Oh, before I leave I have something for you," Oscie said with a grin. She reached into her robes and pulled out a book about vampires and a wooden box of potion ingredients. "The book is self-explanatory but the box is full of rare items that aren't easy to come by."
"Thank you," Draco said, giving her a hug. He looked at the two objects in his hands and then frowned as his fingers traced over the shape of a wolf burned into the wood on the box. "Why do you like wolves so much?"
"Why do you think I like them that much? That's just one wolf on a box." Draco reached up to her neck and pulled from underneath her dress robes a necklace with a silver wolf shape dangling from it. He raised his eyebrows. "You have to admit they are fascinating creatures."
"I think there is more to it than that," he replied with a smirk. Oscie shrugged.
"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't," she said with a playful hint. Then, seriously she asked, "Do you care about my uncle?"
"I might have if I had heard about it before I got to know you," he replied with a shrug. Draco then reached into his pocket and pulled out a box.
"Happy Christmas," he said, handing her the box. She opened it to find a ring with a wolf on it that matched her necklace almost exactly. "I saw your necklace and thought you might like this. It has a spell on it to turn black when your eyes do." He looked slightly embarrassed but Oscie hardly noticed. It was such a thoughtful gift and she couldn't imagine such a thing coming from the Draco she had heard Hermione tell stories about. Before she knew what she was doing she kissed Draco on the lips.
Disclaimer - I didn't make up the characters that are in J. K. Rowling's books although I do love them and J. K. Rowling for writing the HP books. This is just a fanfic with the plot totally and completely original. It makes references to characters and situations from the books and the descriptions are similar to those in the book but they are original as well.
Chapter Nine: Kissing Voldemort's Relative
Oscie was now out on a street of London with a few pounds in her pocket and nowhere to go. She knew that if she needed to she could call the Knight Bus but she was trying to avoid doing that for as long as possible since she would be spending the night on it most likely. She found a café after about two blocks from the church and stepped inside to order a drink without remembering she was wearing her witch robes.
There weren't many people in the little place and Oscie didn't even look around to notice she was being stared at by many of the Muggles. She sat at a table and dropped her head into her hands as tears filled her eyes.
Her stay at the café was short and she only drank one cup of coffee before leaving once again for the streets. It was now dusk and she retreated into an alley where it was dark and abandoned to summon the Knight Bus. There was a loud BANG and a blinding light that filled the alley and a screeching noise as the bus came to a halt right in front of her. Oscie made her way to the door and was met by two smiling faces.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus. I'd say what I'm supposed to but if you summoned us then you must know about us. Now then, where's it to, lass?" one of the conductors questioned.
"Well it's actually to the Malfoy estate but I'd rather arrive there at noon tomorrow. How much would that be?" Oscie questioned.
"A galleon for overnight and then five sickles for the trip until noon," he replied. Oscie fished into her pocket and handed him the wizard money and then headed to the upper level of the bus to rest. The upper level was the quietest area and all she wanted was to be alone.
The bus came to a screeching halt and Oscie got off in front of a large house. It looked like a mixture of the houses she had seen in different Dracula movies when she was only known as a little Muggle girl. As she walked up to the gate there was a loud BANG and whirl of wind as the bus behind her disappeared.
Stone gargoyles sat on either side of the iron gates and as she approached they both moved and one even flapped his wings. She jumped and looked at them both anxiously.
Oscie halted when the one on her left said in a rather bored voice, "I wouldn't take another step if I were you."
"Why not?"
"Because I'd like to know your name and the business you have to do at this house. Otherwise things could get a little.flat out here," it replied and did a motion with its legs of stomping on something.
"I see. Well I'm Oscie Whitmore and I have been invited by the family for the evening," she replied.
"I don't remember hearing about this visitor," the gargoyle replied. The other one perked up slightly.
"I do. Mr. Malfoy told us on the way out this morning," the other one said. The first one looked as though it was trying to remember and then it seemed to shrug with its wings.
"I suppose you may pass," it said and the gates swung open. Oscie walked up the path to the door, stopped on the porch, and knocked on the door with the large gargoyle door knocker. After a few minutes the door opened and a woman was standing there. The woman was tall, slim, pale complected like Draco, and was actually good-looking for her age.
"Hello, I'm Oscie," she said, extending her hand. The woman took her hand and shook briefly in a very stiff manor as though it caused her pain to do so.
"Mrs. Malfoy," the woman replied and stepped aside to allow Oscie to walk in. The house was very dark with a thick musty smell as though it needed a few windows opened to air the place out. There were thick curtains covering the windows that didn't let any light in and only candlelight was illuminating the rooms. The entire floor appeared to be a black marble with white veins running through it and in spots it was cracked. The furniture was all ornate and very expensive looking and it even looked like something from a horror movie that would be inside a mansion like this one.
Draco came out of a room and upon seeing Oscie his crooked smile spread across his face, "Hi."
"Hi!" Oscie replied giving him a hug.
"Would you like to sit down in there?" Mrs. Malfoy questioned while gesturing to a room adjacent to the foyer. The three went in and sat on the stuffy furniture. "Here, I'll get some tea."
"How's your break from Hogwarts?" Oscie asked after his mom had left.
"It's been.alright. Yours?" he drawled.
"Not much of a break since I'm still at Hogwarts but I suppose the break from class is nice. And I did get to go to my sister's wedding."
"How was." Draco began but was cut off by the opening and slamming of the front door. Mrs. Malfoy had just come back with a tray of tea and jumped at the sound of the door, spilling the hot tea on Oscie's lap. The searing heat was burning her legs but she bit her lip to keep from complaining.
"Narcissa!" called an angry yet smooth drawl from the foyer. "The indignant halfwit got away!" He moved into eyeshot of the three in the room and his eyes flashed slightly at the sight of Oscie.
"Oscie Whitmore I presume?" he questioned. He looked very much like Draco with the same white-blond hair but his was long and pulled back into a ponytail. His robes were of exquisite black velvet and his eyes were even colder than Draco's. Oscie managed a weak smile despite the burning.
"Nice to meet you," she said with a strained voice.
"I'm terribly sorry," Narcissa said without the slightest hint of remorse in her voice. Only Draco seemed concerned with Oscie's welfare at the moment. Oscie pulled out her wand and used it to clean up the spill.
"It's alright. I'm fine," Oscie replied, her voice was now back to normal. Mr. Malfoy sat down next to his wife, across from the two students. He was staring at Oscie and appeared to be evaluating her appearance.
"Did you only just arrive?"
"Yes. I just came from my sister's wedding that was last night," she replied.
"Ah. We were invited to a wedding that was last night but were unable to go because something came up," he began. Oscie became aware that she would have to make sure to check The Daily Prophet to see just exactly what came up since it was obvious by his facial expressions and earlier comment that it was most likely something to make the news. "Now I see the resemblance. Margaret must be your sister. She and Thanatos are good friends of the family."
"It was the first time I'd seen her in seven years. That's quite some time," Oscie commented.
"We're going to be seeing them when they get back from their honeymoon," Narcissa added. Oscie didn't want to fathom why.
The conversation, although constant, was awkward for Oscie and she felt out of place with the Malfoys, especially with Draco's father. Dinner was delicious since it was an all out feast like at Hogwarts and even a few laughs occurred. Despite the 'pleasantness' of the Malfoys, Oscie was careful every time she took a drink to sip it slowly to make sure there were no potions such as Veritaserum in it. After dinner they went to a larger room that appeared to be the most comfortable room in the house even though it was still very dark and dreary.
"I like to know some about my guests before they arrive," Mr. Malfoy said to Oscie with what appeared to be a slight sneer. "Draco told me you have.Muggles as parents but you have never said the name of your uncle that you're living with." Oscie kept the fear that was building inside her from showing on her face as she waited to see where this conversation was going. "It would seem that you have a rather interesting family, Miss Whitmore."
"What do you mean, sir?" questioned Oscie.
"Just very diverse. You have Muggle parents, a wizard for a grandfather who has gone insane and is in a hospital in the United States, and a werewolf as your uncle," he replied.
"You have a werewolf as an uncle?" Draco exclaimed in shock.
"You mean you never knew?" Mr. Malfoy asked. Draco's eyes narrowed and he turned towards Oscie for an explanation.
"What witch in their right mind would go about bragging about having a werewolf in the family? They are outcasts among society and association with them isn't a quality many like," Oscie replied with a shrug.
"He's not just any werewolf," Mr. Malfoy replied. His eyes were flickering with an emotion that she couldn't pinpoint. "Draco, you would know him. Your late Professor Lupin." Draco looked as though he had just been slapped across the face without warning. Oscie stared at his father trying to figure out what game he was playing at.
"I don't see how this has relevance to who I am," Oscie said coolly. This comment was like taking a step onto a skinny branch with a chance that it might snap.
"I suppose it doesn't except that you share the same blood," Mr. Malfoy drawled. This reminded Oscie of when Draco had practically called her a Mudblood. She knew better than to challenge him so she kept her mouth shut. "Although that wasn't the most interesting find. Did you know that your father's cousin is Lord Voldemort?"
Oscie's eyes narrowed as if in disbelief and her stomach did a definite flip and she could feel her hands in her lap were clammy. She took a deep breath before responding, "Really? I had no idea."
"It pays to do your research Miss Whitmore," he replied. "I do believe it is getting late however and you must want to get back to your uncle."
"I'm not staying with him. He didn't want me for Christmas," she replied trying to make it sound as though she was deliberately overlooked.
"Ah. Well, have a Happy Christmas," Mr. Malfoy said as they stood up.
"Thank you. I hope your family has one as well," she replied with a very weak smile that almost looked like a grimace.
"I'll walk her to the door," Draco offered and the two made their way to the front door and out onto the porch. "My parents don't like Mudb.Muggles, as you can tell."
"I kind of got the hint," she replied with a smile that was still forced. "I guess they really watch out for you. It seems as though they went through a personal file on me to make sure I was okay."
He shrugged, "These are different times."
"Oh, before I leave I have something for you," Oscie said with a grin. She reached into her robes and pulled out a book about vampires and a wooden box of potion ingredients. "The book is self-explanatory but the box is full of rare items that aren't easy to come by."
"Thank you," Draco said, giving her a hug. He looked at the two objects in his hands and then frowned as his fingers traced over the shape of a wolf burned into the wood on the box. "Why do you like wolves so much?"
"Why do you think I like them that much? That's just one wolf on a box." Draco reached up to her neck and pulled from underneath her dress robes a necklace with a silver wolf shape dangling from it. He raised his eyebrows. "You have to admit they are fascinating creatures."
"I think there is more to it than that," he replied with a smirk. Oscie shrugged.
"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't," she said with a playful hint. Then, seriously she asked, "Do you care about my uncle?"
"I might have if I had heard about it before I got to know you," he replied with a shrug. Draco then reached into his pocket and pulled out a box.
"Happy Christmas," he said, handing her the box. She opened it to find a ring with a wolf on it that matched her necklace almost exactly. "I saw your necklace and thought you might like this. It has a spell on it to turn black when your eyes do." He looked slightly embarrassed but Oscie hardly noticed. It was such a thoughtful gift and she couldn't imagine such a thing coming from the Draco she had heard Hermione tell stories about. Before she knew what she was doing she kissed Draco on the lips.