** hey thanks for the interest! I really appreciate it since I'm new and all and this is the first foot towards finding myself through fan fiction! =) I screwed up my titles and changed it without deleting the other stories which I apologize for and I blame it all on being new!! PLEASE REVIEW and burns DO hurt so please be wise with your words and give me some constructive criticism I can use…please. =) ENJOI! ~~~~~~~~
AND I OWN NOTHING AND NO ONE EXCEPT JOSEPHINE AND HER MUM! I WISH I OWNED DRACO THOUGH **HES SO YUMMI** ;)
" Come, come now dear we must make it in time for brunch," mum chanted as I stared at the angelic puppies dancing in the Diagon Alley creature shop window. The busy street buzzed with all sorts of Hogworts students preparing for the upcoming year. But not me, mum had done all of my shopping earlier so we could avoid the crowds. Mum always thought ahead for my benefit . " Now," mum reviewed , " this family is the most prominent family in the Ministry, we must do all there is to please them as to receive the grant for the " Abandoned Witches and Wizards Center."
" Yes mum I remember the M…Mal-fueys," I stuttered innocently. Mum eagerly read the invitation once more, " No dear it's the Mal-foys, Malfoys." I practiced the name over and over in my head as to be prepped on my greeting. " Hello Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy, thank you for including us in your lovely home," curtsy and bow. I nervously played with the delicate white fringe that embroidered my puffed sleeves on my nice Easter Sunday dress.
Being 16 and in an Easter Sunday themed dress could've embarrassed the average teenage girl, but I liked being good and living by my mother's many rules. But occasionally someone would take notice of my purity and taunt me like a little school girl would.
" Hey prat, going to town with mummy are we?!" A rather large girl, Cara, cared to point out, I recognized her from the Slytherin house at Hogworts. Her face was round like a pumpkin yet shaded candy apple red. Her many extra pounds shook about like an earthquake as she tried her best to imitate me walking in my white sandals. Her sickly looking friends joined in what they thought was me skipping alongside my mum. Mum pushed me to the other side of her body as if to protect me like a motherly shield. With her hand gently pressing the zipper area of my back, she hurried me along until we came to the outside of town.
The bus ride to Malfoy Manor was painful, even though I'd like to believe in the phrase, ' sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt.' They did. A lot. My breathing became sticky as if my whole body was crying, but I knew it was from the sickening feeling the stung the inside of my stomach. Even though mum didn't know it, those girls were from Hogworts, the school of which I attended. I knew that wasn't our last confrontation and from the incredible urge to throw up the pain, my whole body could remember the beatings they inflicted upon me.
"MMMalfoy MMManor," the bus driver cackled as the air release from the brakes that stopped us in front of a towering hill. My flat heels clicked along the concrete path that wound it's way up to the ghostly mansion. It actually wasn't all that ghostly as it was intimidating. It looked like a medieval castle that was kept in the utmost condition. I could tell from the impeccable landscaping and numerous gargoyles crafted from the finest most precious stones, the Malfoys were rich. Very rich at that.
The cold air pressed against my sensitive skin causing a slight shiver to quake through my frail body. The air around Malfoy Manor seemed to change in temperature from the outside air. " Cold dear?" Mum asked bringing me closer to her white tweed dress suit as she ran her palm over my arm creating the friction of warmth. I couldn't stop shivering, not noticeably but internally like my body wanted to resist me stepping up that cascading stone stairway, lit by flaming statues of famous wizards. Mum seemed to sense my unknown resistance to the house and tried to reassure me. " Now Josephine, there is nothing to worry about, the Malfoys are very respectable people, there is no need to have troubles." Mum shook me a bit as if that would calm my nerves, but I could also hear the worry in her voice. We ascended the stairway one step at a time until we reached the porch above.
She stopped and turned to me, smoothing out the creases in my dress, " Josephine, you will do wonderfully." She held both of my shoulders and tried to reassure me through the confidence she hoped I would gather from her stare. I smiled, " yes mum." Even through the chattering within me, I seemed to utter those words with a tone that satisfied mum's unsure mind. She walked ahead of me as we made our way across the stone porch that at last found itself at the door. Oh the door, how could I forget that door. It was like a god from the heavens, it's strength, it's power, it made me shudder. It was made from the purest wood source known to the wizarding world, Argletounge Pine. It seemed to have been painted with a toothpick with only a drop of liquid black silk to each magnificent stroke of it's beauty. Mum seemed intimidated by it also, almost too afraid to touch it.
The door at last opened itself after the gong of the heavy iron knocker rang out of my head. "Hello, welcome to Malfoy Manor." The penguin-like butler welcomed us with his arms spread as if to introduce us to the house. From the intricacy of the exterior my mindset lead me to believe that was the utmost beauty my eyes would behold…I was wrong. The front hall alone would seem to have to be included in the 7 wonders of the world. The floor below my fidgety feet was laid with nothing but pure jade stone which flowed throughout the entire first floor entrance. Each of the two elegant stairways were carved of pure, solid ivory curving along either side of the dove-white walls. Each of the walls were draped in virgin gold frames, each carved with uniquely complex designs. The frames withheld the exclusive line of Malfoys, both past and present, but there was a sole portrait that stood out among the sea of platinum blonde haired paintings. It was a boy.
I could never forget the first time my heart skipped a beat as a seemingly tranquil curtain closed before my eyes revealing nothing but this boy. The boy with the uniformed trademark of the silken blonde mane that hugged his perfectly sculpted skull. His steel eyes, so pure they should be the crowned jewel among all others sewn with gold strands to Zeus's powerful staff. A face so stony it would never have been thought of as a young man's, an time to find who you are. Yet through the taunt of his gaze, a void could be clearly seen in his soul.
My inner worship of this anonymous boy was broken with, " Greetings!" an enthusiastic Mrs. Malfoy burst from the top balcony. Her arms spread wide as she descended the expensive staircase. " Oh wow! Is---is that Josephine?!" she cocked her head to the side and widened her eyes as if I were a dog. " Well aren't we cute!" her frail body emitted the high pitch squeal only an ignorant canine would respond to. She finally clicked off the last stair and shuffled her knee high red leather boots across the floor to my side. She hugged me with one arm as she pressed her cheek lightly against mine mouthing a soft kissing noise that strangely caused my fists to clench in the sudden bust of anger. I could've swore I felt the transfer of beige makeup from her face to mine were she had pressed her cheek. But I didn't want to seem rude and check by rubbing my face where she touched me.
Mum and I both plastered huge fake smiles on our faces as Mrs. Malfoy lead us between the staircases into one of her many sitting rooms. Along the way she pointed out all of her prized treasures she had collected through out her travels to countless exotic cities, countries and even realms. " Now THIS is my absolute favorite." Her tone came to a frequency that was actually comfortable to the human ear. Mrs. Malfoy held a petite pinewood box that was so simple compared to the whole interior of the house it eased my mind to see something so plain. " Now thi--" Mrs. Malfoy stopped sharp in mid-sentence to the sound of a heavy door shutting carelessly somewhere in the maze of halls above. " Oh," she turned directly towards me, " here comes Draco!"
A/N whatcha think?? I have always been a huge fan of HP fanfic and I have dozens of stories already written in my notebooks **mine alll mine** but sadly I'm not going to type all of those sorry but I have a hundred more ideas.
-- I no I promised sex and no worries my people for there will be plenty of sex once the plotline gets going there has to be SOME plot line not ALL sex ^^even though yes that would be good too^^
I wanna know what anyone thinks of this starter….I know it's a bit slow in the beginning but Draco is a huge part **obviously** =) and I wanna make sure I can describe their every thought, move and feeling towards each other…as you can already tell I LOOOOOOVE detail and I know I can get annoying but bare with me my fellow HP fans for I utter the famous words of someone famous " give me Harry Potter fan fiction with some hot Draco scenes, or give me deathhhh!!"--famous guy
*** NEXT POV WILL BE DRACO AND YES HE WILL BE PORTRAYED AS THE GOD OF ALL HOTTNESS!! =) PLASE COME BACK FOR MORE AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!