Touched by Frost

Emerald Sky

chapter one~ Janette

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Draco Malfoy threw on his charcoal black robes before glancing in his favourite gold framed mirror and perfecting his neatly combed back silvery blonde hair. He was a handsome young man now at the age of 25 and merely just beginning to make it on his own. Living at home had became a horrible habit and not being able to over come it, he managed to shake his father of enough wealth for a big house of his own before being kicked out on his lazy ass.

He grinned at his reflection and gave himself a quick wink wishing himself the most of good luck for his fortunate good mood that only came around one to many times less than seldom. When he felt low he would always turn to his mirror knowing that his good looks won the hearts of many women, luckily he finally matured (or thought a tiny bit improvement so) and settled down into a relationship with a smart, beautiful girl he had met at his father's job one summer.

Draco quickly took note that today he would have to remember to send another letter to Pansy before leaving to dinner. Since he had left Hogwarts, he had been sending Pansy as many letters as possible though she never wrote back, which made it very difficult to stay in touch. He knew that she was receiving the letters and most likely reading them but was to angry with him to ever reply him. A long while ago when Draco was 16 he had foolishly gotten her pregnant which meant that she had to leave Hogwarts to raise the baby. He would have done something to help her for his mistakes but he wasn't about to leave school over this, so that's when the anger and argument started between the both of them.

Of course this was long ago and the biggest mistake he ever made, Draco was very ashamed of it and some how managed to cover it up from his father.

"Master, the lovely lady, she waits for you downstairs at the doors!" a high pitched voice squeaked from down by his knees. Draco glared down at his house elf, Bloomy, and flashed her an overly irritated look.

"Bloody elf, I told you to knock before you came charging into my room!" he hissed and straightened out his robes one last time.

Bloomy tugged on the ends of her tea towel (which she wore for clothing) with nervousness in her eyes and squeaked, "Most apologies Master, shan't happen again." with that she took a low bow and scurried out of the room.

Draco hurried down the stairs minutes after his house elf to the front entrance. Waiting for him with a huge, welcoming smile on her face was his steady girl friend, Flora. The afternoon sun pouring through the huge glass windows of the front entry bounced off her golden brown hair that hung by her waist and reflected beautifully in her gentle almond eyes. Draco greeted her with a soft kiss on the cheek, she returned the kiss sweetly and Draco led her out of the house with him.

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Sighing loudly, Draco leaned back on his comfortable arm chair and swung his feet over the arm rest, leaning his back against the opposite arm rest. He gently set his enchanted quill -that never needed to be dipped into ink- onto the parchment and began to write.

Dear Pansy,

He paused, there wasn't much to tell a person that was raising your 10 year old daughter and never talked to you since 10 years ago. Then again, he hadn't wrote her since he moved out...

I finally got myself my own place. It's not exactly as big as the manor but it still has 4 stories and 5 bathrooms.

Who was he kidding? Why would she want to hear him rant about his house that he didn't even buy for himself? He sighed loudly and crumbled up the parchment and threw it on the floor which was instantly picked back up by one of his faithful house elves. He pulled out another piece of parchment and again wrote.

Dear Pansy

But what was he supposed to write? Draco sat in silence for minutes until Bloomy scuttled over to his side and squeaked "If you were to be writing to the Mistress Parkinson, Master, I would write her that--"

"Bloomy, I don't need your opinions right now, kindly go about your work. NOW." he told her harshly and sternly watched as she dragged her small body back to the kitchen with her head bent low.

Bloomy seemed to favour Draco most out of all of his house elves and he couldn't quite put his finger on why since all he ever did was yell at her. He did have to admit it was quite amusing to see the small ugly doll following him about like she was permanently glued to him.

He looked back down at his blank page and groaned, maybe it would be best to hear someone else's opinion, even if it WAS his elf house's opinion.

Draco's door bell rang loudly. "Who could that be at this time of night?" he thought as Bloomy ran to the front entrance as fast as her small legs could carry her and tripped on her tea towel but all the same picked herself back up. Draco sat and didn't bother to see who it was as there was no need to. Bloomy ran back into the living room and gave Draco a big grin.

"There's a lovely lady waiting at the door for you, Master."

Draco smiled to himself, Bloomy always called Flora the 'lovely lady'. He picked himself off of the arm chair and made his way to the front entrance. It was sort of puzzling as to why she dropped by since he had just been to dinner with him.

"Flora, any reason as to why you're stopping by--" He started as he rounded the corner to the front entrance but to only see a silvery blonde child with huge grey eyes standing in the doorway. "Who ARE you?" he asked rather rudely.

The small girl looked down at her shiny, black, buckle up shoes and looked as if she were trying to find words. Draco was half stunned to see a small girl at his door, the only few people that ever dropped by were his father and Flora. He waited impatiently with his arms crossed as the girl cleared her throat and almost mumbled in a surprisingly sweet voice, "You're...Draco, Draco Malfoy...correct?".

Draco raised an eye brow and slowly answered "Yes..." as if unsure if he should answer the young girl.

"M-my name is ...Janette." the girl stuttered still looking at her feet. "My mother, Pansy--"

"Pansy? PANSY who--?" Draco blurted loudly in disbelief and uncrossed his arms.

"--Parkinson." She finished almost in a sad tone. "She...passed away last week. I was told I were to go to you."

A huge lump formed in Draco's throat he was lost of words, Pansy passed away? Why wasn't he ever informed of it? "Wait...no, you're not-- are you?" he asked Janette with two raised eye brows. This couldn't be happening. He needed a long bath to clear his head. Draco shook his head and left Bloomy and Janette at the door with puzzled looks on their faces as he hurried out of the front entry.

He paused in the centre of the living room and put his index fingers on his temples in anxiety to get what just happened straight. "This must be a dream..." he thought desperately trying pinch himself out of his shocked state.

But sure enough his daughter and spinning image of him was dragged into the living room by Bloomy. "You mustn't run away, Master. Janette is now in your custody." squeaked Bloomy tugging on the sleeve of Draco's robe.

"WHAT did I tell about suggestions, Bloomy?" Draco hissed through clenched teeth down at his house elf who coward as if he was about to hit her. Instead of hitting her, Draco simply stood and glared at a wall stubbornly and said, "Look...err Janette...I'm not the right person to raise you--"

"Please, I have no where else to go. I don't want to live at an orphanage!" said the child who was only about one inch taller than the house elf.

Draco sighed. But he didn't know HOW to take care of a child...let alone take care of himself. But then...he had made the mistake before of bringing her into this world, it would be only 2 mistakes if he threw her out onto the streets. He backed up to sit down on his arm chair still in thought but missed the it and landed on his bottom. Ignoring that fact that he was sitting on the floor instead of an arm chair he put his index fingers back on his temples again and thought harder.

"Please." Janette whispered again. "I-I won't be any trouble, I can learn lots on my own...I guess...err I could try."

Again, Draco sighed and came to a conclusion as quickly as he could and without thinking what he was getting himself into her replied, "Fine, you can stay here...but on one condition. We're changing your name. I HATE the name Janette."

Janette's delicate face formed a huge grin and she ran over to where Draco was on the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco gave an uncomfortable laugh and noticed Bloomy was also grinning widely. There was a long pause as Draco sat awkwardly with a 10 year old girl hugging him tightly until she finally pulled away and said, "But I like my name..."

"And so it begins..."

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Kind of a short and dull chapter for the first...but I hope it wasn't tooo disappointing.

The next chapter is obviously going to be great, don't miss it. I need just a bit of reviews before continuing! So review and tell me what you thought! =D

~Emerald