Author: This is the second installment of 'When Autumn Leaves Fall'.
Hope you enjoy! Review please! Much needed. And my pen name is
taintedxwhisper, not taintedxwhispers. Love you! Ignore the second sentence
in the first authors note thingy too.
Raechil's feet crunched against the dried up leaves in a driveway. The house standing at the end of the drive, wasn't really a house. More like a mansion. The stonewalls were dim gray, and the door at the top of a small set of stairs, was painted black. The knob stood out. It was silver. She drug her Nike covered feet over to the stairs, climbed them lazily, and stood at the door. Her tanned face was visible in the glass on the door. "That's was Jamaica does to you." She closed her eyes, and then a moment later, her hair turned to a deep raven color, and it was straight as a board. She now officially looked normal. She whammed her fist against the door. Then she wondered if that was the right thing to do. Maybe he wouldn't like that? But her thoughts were cut short as the door flew open.
"Yes?" The voice cam from a tall, thin lady, with flowing long blonde hair.
Raechil shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Does Draco still live here?" Raechil asked, shivering slightly as a cold breeze hit her bare legs and her shoulders, which were revealed by a tank top.
The woman nodded faintly. "Yes, ma'am. He still does. I shall fetch him. Come inside, please." She turned and went to walk up a flight of marble stairs, but stopped, turning around. "I am Narcissa Malfoy," she greeted. "Please, don't mind my ill manners."
Raechil gasped. "Oh my! Auntie Narcissa!" She giggled, throwing herself at Narcissa, and wrapped her arms around her in warm embrace. "I've missed you so! I was told you had died!"
Narcissa laughed. Her laugh was cold, and heart less. "Dear Raechil! I could barely recognize you. You're so pretty. My, how you have changed!"
Raechil beamed. She got told she was pretty a lot. "Well, Auntie Narcissa. I am twenty-one years old now."
"Wow. twenty-one. You're only a few months older than little Dracie!"
Raechil nodded. "Yeah. How I've missed Draco too!" Raechil stepped back from their long hug.
"Yes. I should go get him." Narcissa turned, beautiful green silk gown twirling as she did.
Raechil looked around the entrance hall as Narcissa went off to get Draco. The room was made of expensive mahogany wood. The best was always what the Malfoy's had gotten. The floor was of marble, just like the stairs. Large portraits of family, and friends mounted the walls. One really caught Raechil's eye.
It was of her and Draco when they were only three years old. Their families had been friends forever. Raechil was standing up, and a cute set of jeans, and a light pink shirt. Draco was sitting down, with play doe in his hair. His black shirt was all mucked up, and his blue shorts were ripped at the bottoms. Both were smiling. In the background, another boy, who looked the same as the other two, was crying. That was Artemis. He was the exact same as Raechil, only his hair was lightning blonde, like Draco's. Raechil whipped around as she heard steps descending the staircase.
Draco was now unbelievably tall, standing at about 6'0". Raechil was only 5'6". Draco's hair was normal, slicked back, and very blonde.
"Well, look at you Raechil. Taller and prettier than ever," smirked Draco. He'd always been a charmer with Raechil. He wasn't one to lie, and call Raechil ugly. Because, she was the exact opposite.
Raechil grinned, and walked over, giving him a quick hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "You're looking quite snazzy yourself, Draco."
Draco chuckled, hugging Raechil back. "You know it." He looked at his mum. WE need time to talk. What time will dinner be at?"
Narcissa replied, "About six thirty. Raechil, I insist you stay."
"Thank you, Auntie Narcissa. That would be lovely."
Draco smiled. 'Damn,' he thought. 'She polite, and sexy.'
Raechil looked a Draco, giggling.
"Kay. To the sitting room?" Draco asked, watching his mother bustle off.
"Sure, Draco."
They walked off in silence. Draco seemed to think he was leading her, even though she knew the layout of the place off by heart. He entered a large room, with deep green walls, and a few couches and chairs placed all over the room. Draco sat down on one, and patted the place next to him. Raechil sat down.
"So.. where do you live now Raechil. Just in London. I work at the London zoo. I look after the snakes."
Draco smiled. "Lovely. Um.. are you still seeing Potter?"
Raechil tried not to laugh, but she couldn't hold it in. "No! Of course not. We ended about a year after school. We actually were engaged."
"Really? I never thought I see you make a commitment. My life's been boring. I was with Emma for a while. That didn't last."
"That's Emma for you. Draco, I want to tell you something, but I know you'll get mad. I know you will. You always hated the fact that I was with Potter, and not you. I know you did."
Draco looked appalled. "I did not. I'm not the type to be jealous. And tell me. I won't get mad."
"You know how Potter and me were going to get married? Well, I think the reason that was split up.. was that.. well.. Potter got me pregnant.. an-." Draco cut her off.
"YOU SLEPT WITH POTTER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU EVEN LEFT YOUR KID AT HOME!" Draco's face was bright red.
"DRACO! SO MUCH FOR NOT GETTING MAD! You didn't even let me finish.." Raechil sounded angry, and upset at the same time.
"Sorry.. keep going.."
"I had a miscarriage Draco. I lost my baby. After that.. Harry just got up and.. left me. It was like he didn't care. I was crushed. I've been living with my brother, and maid for the past three years, only leaving the house to go to work.."
"Raechil. I'm so sorry.. I didn't know.." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Don't be Draco. It's not your fault," Raechil whined. She looked at him, and smiled. "I really wanted to see you for some reason. Let's not let it be four years again, okay?"
Draco nodded. He was glad that Raechil was on talking terms with him again. "Yes Raechil. Four years was way to long."
Raechil's feet crunched against the dried up leaves in a driveway. The house standing at the end of the drive, wasn't really a house. More like a mansion. The stonewalls were dim gray, and the door at the top of a small set of stairs, was painted black. The knob stood out. It was silver. She drug her Nike covered feet over to the stairs, climbed them lazily, and stood at the door. Her tanned face was visible in the glass on the door. "That's was Jamaica does to you." She closed her eyes, and then a moment later, her hair turned to a deep raven color, and it was straight as a board. She now officially looked normal. She whammed her fist against the door. Then she wondered if that was the right thing to do. Maybe he wouldn't like that? But her thoughts were cut short as the door flew open.
"Yes?" The voice cam from a tall, thin lady, with flowing long blonde hair.
Raechil shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Does Draco still live here?" Raechil asked, shivering slightly as a cold breeze hit her bare legs and her shoulders, which were revealed by a tank top.
The woman nodded faintly. "Yes, ma'am. He still does. I shall fetch him. Come inside, please." She turned and went to walk up a flight of marble stairs, but stopped, turning around. "I am Narcissa Malfoy," she greeted. "Please, don't mind my ill manners."
Raechil gasped. "Oh my! Auntie Narcissa!" She giggled, throwing herself at Narcissa, and wrapped her arms around her in warm embrace. "I've missed you so! I was told you had died!"
Narcissa laughed. Her laugh was cold, and heart less. "Dear Raechil! I could barely recognize you. You're so pretty. My, how you have changed!"
Raechil beamed. She got told she was pretty a lot. "Well, Auntie Narcissa. I am twenty-one years old now."
"Wow. twenty-one. You're only a few months older than little Dracie!"
Raechil nodded. "Yeah. How I've missed Draco too!" Raechil stepped back from their long hug.
"Yes. I should go get him." Narcissa turned, beautiful green silk gown twirling as she did.
Raechil looked around the entrance hall as Narcissa went off to get Draco. The room was made of expensive mahogany wood. The best was always what the Malfoy's had gotten. The floor was of marble, just like the stairs. Large portraits of family, and friends mounted the walls. One really caught Raechil's eye.
It was of her and Draco when they were only three years old. Their families had been friends forever. Raechil was standing up, and a cute set of jeans, and a light pink shirt. Draco was sitting down, with play doe in his hair. His black shirt was all mucked up, and his blue shorts were ripped at the bottoms. Both were smiling. In the background, another boy, who looked the same as the other two, was crying. That was Artemis. He was the exact same as Raechil, only his hair was lightning blonde, like Draco's. Raechil whipped around as she heard steps descending the staircase.
Draco was now unbelievably tall, standing at about 6'0". Raechil was only 5'6". Draco's hair was normal, slicked back, and very blonde.
"Well, look at you Raechil. Taller and prettier than ever," smirked Draco. He'd always been a charmer with Raechil. He wasn't one to lie, and call Raechil ugly. Because, she was the exact opposite.
Raechil grinned, and walked over, giving him a quick hug, and a kiss on the cheek. "You're looking quite snazzy yourself, Draco."
Draco chuckled, hugging Raechil back. "You know it." He looked at his mum. WE need time to talk. What time will dinner be at?"
Narcissa replied, "About six thirty. Raechil, I insist you stay."
"Thank you, Auntie Narcissa. That would be lovely."
Draco smiled. 'Damn,' he thought. 'She polite, and sexy.'
Raechil looked a Draco, giggling.
"Kay. To the sitting room?" Draco asked, watching his mother bustle off.
"Sure, Draco."
They walked off in silence. Draco seemed to think he was leading her, even though she knew the layout of the place off by heart. He entered a large room, with deep green walls, and a few couches and chairs placed all over the room. Draco sat down on one, and patted the place next to him. Raechil sat down.
"So.. where do you live now Raechil. Just in London. I work at the London zoo. I look after the snakes."
Draco smiled. "Lovely. Um.. are you still seeing Potter?"
Raechil tried not to laugh, but she couldn't hold it in. "No! Of course not. We ended about a year after school. We actually were engaged."
"Really? I never thought I see you make a commitment. My life's been boring. I was with Emma for a while. That didn't last."
"That's Emma for you. Draco, I want to tell you something, but I know you'll get mad. I know you will. You always hated the fact that I was with Potter, and not you. I know you did."
Draco looked appalled. "I did not. I'm not the type to be jealous. And tell me. I won't get mad."
"You know how Potter and me were going to get married? Well, I think the reason that was split up.. was that.. well.. Potter got me pregnant.. an-." Draco cut her off.
"YOU SLEPT WITH POTTER! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU EVEN LEFT YOUR KID AT HOME!" Draco's face was bright red.
"DRACO! SO MUCH FOR NOT GETTING MAD! You didn't even let me finish.." Raechil sounded angry, and upset at the same time.
"Sorry.. keep going.."
"I had a miscarriage Draco. I lost my baby. After that.. Harry just got up and.. left me. It was like he didn't care. I was crushed. I've been living with my brother, and maid for the past three years, only leaving the house to go to work.."
"Raechil. I'm so sorry.. I didn't know.." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Don't be Draco. It's not your fault," Raechil whined. She looked at him, and smiled. "I really wanted to see you for some reason. Let's not let it be four years again, okay?"
Draco nodded. He was glad that Raechil was on talking terms with him again. "Yes Raechil. Four years was way to long."