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[Touch Me Not]
Yuletide is Fooltide Part II
"Draco, you've softened up." Lucius turned toward his son in the carriage. Emily was fast asleep. Draco looked up at him and smirked.
"How so? Pray tell." He crossed his arms in front of him and put his left leg over his right. He arched an eyebrow and glared at his father.
"I saw you. You cried. That girl there," he said pointing to Emily, "Has softened you greatly. When you two weren't together. it was like having a Hufflepuff in the family. The bond you two have is like fire, you must never dampen it." Lucius finished with a triumphant sneer and turned to the window.
Draco looked down at Emily and ran a hand through her hair. "Perhaps I have." He absentmindedly began twirling her hair in his fingers while staring at his arrogant father.
The carriage came to a stop. "We are having a formal dinner tonight. Dress nicely." Lucius sniffed and climbed down from the carriage.
Emily came to and sat up. She threw her arms over her head and yawned. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." They climbed out of the carriage and made their way to the entrance of Malfoy Manor.
About an hour later Emily was found in the garden with Mrs. Malfoy. She twiddled with a stray rose while talking to her. "It is meant to happen, it's in my blood. I was born a follower of the dark Mrs. Malfoy."
Mrs. Malfoy looked at the young girl with a sympathetic smile. "I'm glad you have already chosen your path, and please, call me Narcissa." The older woman stood and bowed her head before she walked off.
The cold breeze gliding off the snow covered ground sent a shiver down Emily's spine. Draco watched her shiver and held tighter to his cloak. "Cold O'Leary?" He sneered at her and put his arm across his chest.
"A little. What's it to you, anyway?" She stood up and dropped the rose she held previously. She strode up to him and went to kiss him. He turned his head and took a step away from her.
"What's with you today?" She knitted her brow and clicked her heel. He shifted his weight and put his nose in the air.
"I do not have a clue of what you are speaking of." He turned on his heel and walked swiftly away, destroying the rose in his path.
Dinner was ready to be served but Emily remained in her guest room. Draco pounded on the door tapping his foot impatiently. He finally gave up and walked in. He tore across the room searching, but Emily was not found. He ended up at the window, that was open. The wind blew the dark silk curtains as a flash of black zoomed past him.
"Come back in here right now. Dinner is to be served, and father would not appreciate it if an honoured guest were to see you all disarray." Draco put his arms across his chest and looked down at her as she flew in.
Emily disembarked her Firebolt and placed it against the windowsill. She glared at him and walked over to her bed. "Is this what I am to wear?" She held up a short black dress with emerald silk lining.
"Yes, and here is your cape to go with it. Well, what are you waiting for? Get dressed." He turned his back and sighed.
She quickly undressed, silently turning her head to watch him. She grabbed the dress and rapidly put it on. Emily reached for her wand and quickly put her hair up into a knot.
Draco turned back around and pulled her arm. "Come on, it's getting late." She winced in pain as he held tighter to her. He softened his grip a bit and pulled her to him. "I'm sorry Em, I don't know what has come over me these past few days." He drifted off as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers.
"Draco what on earth is taking you so long?" Lucius' voice bellowed down the hall. He took a step back and linked his arm in hers. He nodded as she led the way.
Emily reached the dining room as the large doors opened themselves. A rather familiar face greeted her, that of Tom Riddle, presently Lord Voldemort.
"Tom?" She yelped in a startled way and pulled closer to Draco. He took her hand and kissed it lightly.
"Yours truly, milady." He gestured for her to sit to his right she obliged and laid her napkin along her lap. To her left was Lucius and to her right Tom. In front of her was Draco and to his left his mother, and to his right Bellatrix Lestrange. The dinner was rather brisk and stiff. Little small talk happened, but nothing extravagant. Desert was held in the parlour in the north wing.
An hour later Emily found herself on the balcony, warmed by magic, gazing up at the stars.
"You regret it all. I can tell." A warm whisper blew across her neck. Tom's green eyes glowed in the moonlight.
"How do you mean?" Emily didn't look at him, but she could feel his stare. He sighed lightly and turned to her.
"Didn't you ever wish you could start it all over? I can see it in your eyes." He crept up behind her and put his arms on the balcony rail, caging her in. "I've been meaning to give this to you. You need to end it now, and this is the way. You won't remember a single thing, all you will do is have a second chance at it all."
A tear glided down her cheek as she nodded. He laced a silver chain around her neck. Along the chain was a silver charm, the Celtic sign for love. When he clasped the hook, she felt a slight jolt and collapsed in his arms.
"Go to sleep my love. Happy Christmas to you."
[ Ok, I've been wanting to end with this fic because yeah, it sucks. I wanted to restart it, and this was the best way. So, if anyone wants to read my new one, you don't need to read the other crappy one or this one. So it works. Farewell Touch Me Not. You suck. Ok, I'm done. Farewell to all for a good month. ] -SJ
[Touch Me Not]
Yuletide is Fooltide Part II
"Draco, you've softened up." Lucius turned toward his son in the carriage. Emily was fast asleep. Draco looked up at him and smirked.
"How so? Pray tell." He crossed his arms in front of him and put his left leg over his right. He arched an eyebrow and glared at his father.
"I saw you. You cried. That girl there," he said pointing to Emily, "Has softened you greatly. When you two weren't together. it was like having a Hufflepuff in the family. The bond you two have is like fire, you must never dampen it." Lucius finished with a triumphant sneer and turned to the window.
Draco looked down at Emily and ran a hand through her hair. "Perhaps I have." He absentmindedly began twirling her hair in his fingers while staring at his arrogant father.
The carriage came to a stop. "We are having a formal dinner tonight. Dress nicely." Lucius sniffed and climbed down from the carriage.
Emily came to and sat up. She threw her arms over her head and yawned. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." They climbed out of the carriage and made their way to the entrance of Malfoy Manor.
About an hour later Emily was found in the garden with Mrs. Malfoy. She twiddled with a stray rose while talking to her. "It is meant to happen, it's in my blood. I was born a follower of the dark Mrs. Malfoy."
Mrs. Malfoy looked at the young girl with a sympathetic smile. "I'm glad you have already chosen your path, and please, call me Narcissa." The older woman stood and bowed her head before she walked off.
The cold breeze gliding off the snow covered ground sent a shiver down Emily's spine. Draco watched her shiver and held tighter to his cloak. "Cold O'Leary?" He sneered at her and put his arm across his chest.
"A little. What's it to you, anyway?" She stood up and dropped the rose she held previously. She strode up to him and went to kiss him. He turned his head and took a step away from her.
"What's with you today?" She knitted her brow and clicked her heel. He shifted his weight and put his nose in the air.
"I do not have a clue of what you are speaking of." He turned on his heel and walked swiftly away, destroying the rose in his path.
Dinner was ready to be served but Emily remained in her guest room. Draco pounded on the door tapping his foot impatiently. He finally gave up and walked in. He tore across the room searching, but Emily was not found. He ended up at the window, that was open. The wind blew the dark silk curtains as a flash of black zoomed past him.
"Come back in here right now. Dinner is to be served, and father would not appreciate it if an honoured guest were to see you all disarray." Draco put his arms across his chest and looked down at her as she flew in.
Emily disembarked her Firebolt and placed it against the windowsill. She glared at him and walked over to her bed. "Is this what I am to wear?" She held up a short black dress with emerald silk lining.
"Yes, and here is your cape to go with it. Well, what are you waiting for? Get dressed." He turned his back and sighed.
She quickly undressed, silently turning her head to watch him. She grabbed the dress and rapidly put it on. Emily reached for her wand and quickly put her hair up into a knot.
Draco turned back around and pulled her arm. "Come on, it's getting late." She winced in pain as he held tighter to her. He softened his grip a bit and pulled her to him. "I'm sorry Em, I don't know what has come over me these past few days." He drifted off as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers.
"Draco what on earth is taking you so long?" Lucius' voice bellowed down the hall. He took a step back and linked his arm in hers. He nodded as she led the way.
Emily reached the dining room as the large doors opened themselves. A rather familiar face greeted her, that of Tom Riddle, presently Lord Voldemort.
"Tom?" She yelped in a startled way and pulled closer to Draco. He took her hand and kissed it lightly.
"Yours truly, milady." He gestured for her to sit to his right she obliged and laid her napkin along her lap. To her left was Lucius and to her right Tom. In front of her was Draco and to his left his mother, and to his right Bellatrix Lestrange. The dinner was rather brisk and stiff. Little small talk happened, but nothing extravagant. Desert was held in the parlour in the north wing.
An hour later Emily found herself on the balcony, warmed by magic, gazing up at the stars.
"You regret it all. I can tell." A warm whisper blew across her neck. Tom's green eyes glowed in the moonlight.
"How do you mean?" Emily didn't look at him, but she could feel his stare. He sighed lightly and turned to her.
"Didn't you ever wish you could start it all over? I can see it in your eyes." He crept up behind her and put his arms on the balcony rail, caging her in. "I've been meaning to give this to you. You need to end it now, and this is the way. You won't remember a single thing, all you will do is have a second chance at it all."
A tear glided down her cheek as she nodded. He laced a silver chain around her neck. Along the chain was a silver charm, the Celtic sign for love. When he clasped the hook, she felt a slight jolt and collapsed in his arms.
"Go to sleep my love. Happy Christmas to you."
[ Ok, I've been wanting to end with this fic because yeah, it sucks. I wanted to restart it, and this was the best way. So, if anyone wants to read my new one, you don't need to read the other crappy one or this one. So it works. Farewell Touch Me Not. You suck. Ok, I'm done. Farewell to all for a good month. ] -SJ