Malfoy Invasion
By Cassandra Sisenta
A/N: Okay, here we go glorying in Draco angst. I am probably sinking in here! Review people! Sorry it took so long. ^_^
Disclaimer: Draco's mine!!!! In the twilight zone of course! ^_~
Chapter II
Look Around, What do you see?
The looming structure of Hogwarts gave Draco no comfort as he stepped out of the Hogwarts' Express.
To distract himself, he made sure that the twins were able to catch a boat along with the other first years.
Rizza, as expected, was awfully excited won't stop squealing at anything and everything in sight. He saw the disgruntled look on Julian's face as he pulled at his sister's hand and made his way towards Hagrid who was calling out for the first years.
He would have burst out laughing if he could when he saw the giant start at the sight of Julian stepping into the boat he was in.
Draco would have reacted the same way had he been another person.
The likeness between the two of them was just unnerving and it was even more so when Julian began talking and moving.
Julian was definitely his image and likeness in looks and actions, but there was something about him that just stuck. The younger Malfoy did not go around acting like he was the King of the whole Wizarding World as Draco had when he was at the age.
Draco turned away from the scene right after witnessing Rizza gawking at the sight of Hogwarts and finally saying nothing for once.
While Julian was mostly silent and passive, Rizza was completely another story.
Draco had disliked her the moment he first saw her wave and smile at him. Adding fuel to the fire was her hyper personality and her non-stop mouth.
"You're acting like they're your own siblings. Do you know that, Draco?"
He allowed himself to smirk in his usual way as he turned his gaze to his side.
"Jealous Adriana?"
"No," The twins' elder sister, Daphne Adriana Malfoy or simple Adriana answered. Her shoulders shrugged flippantly as she curled her arm around his. She matched her lazy strides towards the horseless carriages, drawing attention to herself in the process from boys and girls alike.
Not even Pansy Parkinson, Draco's "girlfriend", walked around with her arm around his like that.
Her ocean green eyes stared into his as she said, "I'm just finding it awfully amusing. A month ago you would have willingly strangled them."
She was right. Adriana was always so intuitive.
Rizza wouldn't stop bombarding him with questions while Julian's mere presence repelled him.
Adriana was the first one he had been able to keep company with. She never asked him anything unless he allowed it (and she always knew when and when not to ask) and for some reason, her presence calmed him.
It of course never started out that way.
Adriana had never spoken nor reacted when he was in her presence. She even seemed to avoid him most of the time and Draco of course, being his git self, made his own conclusions on her behavior.
He thought she was dumb, stupid, and spineless like those giggling girls at Hogwarts.
But of course he thought wrong and she made sure that he learned his lesson.
He had been moody as usual and had lashed out at her when she was just passing by ("What a shame, a Malfoy without a tongue.") and the next thing he knew his tongue had stiffened and he couldn't speak properly.
She smirked that trademark Malfoy smirk when she saw him struggling with his tongue. It was only then that he realized that she had her wand out and it was pointed at him.
"Never forget, cousin." She had spoken, a light French accent adding an exotic tinge to her speech. "I am a Malfoy too and I do know my hexes."
Never try to anger one of Beuxbaton's best students. That was what Draco learned from this experience.
Things between them got better after that. Maybe Draco respected her abilities or Adriana just started to like him (in that twisted Malfoy way), none of the two knew. It was just that they found themselves keeping each other company in silence.
He was in too deep in his thoughts to realize that he had the attention of almost everyone that he passed until it was too late.
Eyes were following him and for the first time, he hated it.
Sure, he was used to people looking at him.
If it wasn't for his good looks, it was his family or his reputation.
People looked at him differently, depending on who they were.
Girls, more often than not, followed his every smooth movement with longing and wistfulness.
Every girl wanted to tame the bad boy and he wasn't such a bad catch himself. His family name, his upbringing and money spoke volumes enough.
The Malfoy name was both admired and feared to the same degree. When people see him walking in the streets and even in the halls of Hogwarts, they make way for him or else avoid him altogether.
He used to enjoy the attention and he even used to make it a point everyday to scare someone. It never ceased to make him and his Slytherin cronies laugh.
The Malfoy name had also long been associated with malice and snobbery, which sprung forth from great pride for the pure blood.
Draco had been a victim and proprietor of prejudice and he was disliked in both cases.
Malfoys never shrunk from attention, but at that moment he wished that those looks they sent him would stop.
It had been spread all across the Wizarding World that Lucius Malfoy was dead.
People believed that he died of a heart attack.
Draco felt the grudging sympathy that warred with the satisfaction in those looks and he knew why.
Lucius Malfoy was a feared and hated man and the Wizarding World was actually happy to have him gone.
It wasn't that Draco was sad about his father's death. He would have danced for joy if Voldemort hadn't killed him in front of his eyes.
The man had caused so much pain for him and Narcissa.
What kind of a father was that?
But nevertheless, Lucius was still his father.
He still owed Lucius for his own life.
Damned bastard.
He didn't need anybody's sympathy!
The man he had allowed himself to blindly follow and idolize for fifteen years of his life was dead! So what?
You think it actually matters to me!
"Draco."
Stormy gray collided with ocean green.
"Stop thinking about it."
"Now you know why I didn't want to come back." Draco smirked sardonically, a hard edge coming into being in his aristocratic drawl.
"This place suffocates me."