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Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
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'Cendrillon.' Draco thought. 'Cinderella.'
"I'm sorry if I am intruding on your privacy." Cendrillon continued, "But you sounded so desolate and I. well, I'm not quite sure why I am talking to you, really." She sighed.
Draco had never heard anything more beautiful than her voice. He looked up into her turquoise-blue eyes.
"My name is Draco Malfoy." He said, knowing full well that his name would scare her away. Cendrillon gasped.
"Oh!" she said softly, seeming slightly flustered. "I. I have heard of your late father."
"I expect he killed someone you know, the bloodthirsty bastard." Draco spat viciously, turning to leave.
"No, it isn't like that. My father was a Death Eater too."
Draco stopped in his tracks and whirled around. Cendrillon was nervously twisting a strand of her blonde hair around one finger.
"His name was Marques de Varci. He killed my brother and sister, and would have killed me if Maman had not come in time. She took the Killing Curse for me." She was talking so quietly that Draco could only just hear what she was saying. He came a little closer.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked brusquely, hating himself. Here was a girl who could be a true friend, but he was pushing her away. But Cendrillon didn't give up and go away.
"Because I have a feeling I can trust you." She stated simply.
"Why? My father was a murderer, what makes you think I am not one too?" Draco asked.
"Because of the way you talk about him when you sit at your mother's grave. I know I shouldn't, really, but I come here every day at the same time as you and I hear you often. You regard your father with such. contempt that I sincerely doubt you will turn out to be like him. I apologise for eavesdropping." she replied.
Draco wasn't sure what to say. She had heard his innermost feelings, and that made him uncomfortable.
"Don't be sorry." He mumbled, finally. Cendrillon smiled and her smile lit up the entire graveyard.
"I'm glad that you aren't angry with me." She said.
"How could I be angry at someone I hardly know?" Draco asked.
"Quite easily." She said. Draco thought about it and realised she was right.
"True." He admitted.
"Now that it's clear you don't hate me, let's start again." Cendrillon said. "My name is Cendrillon Valerie de Varci. I attend Beauxbatons. I am seventeen years old. I have. no brothers or sisters. I currently live with my Tante Danielle. My favourite subject at school is Arithmancy."
She sat down on a patch of grass on the hill behind the graves, and motioned Draco to sit down next to her. He did so.
"Draco Xavier Malfoy. Hogwarts. Also seventeen. No siblings. I live in Malfoy Manor with a crazy house-elf. I don't really have a favourite subject." He responded.
"You are at Hogwarts? But surely your family is French?" Cendrillon asked, seeming surprised.
"Originally, yes. But I was taught many languages. I speak French and English equally." He replied. Cendrillon smiled at him.
"I speak only a little English. Beauxbatons offers a language course."
"We don't get that at Hogwarts." Draco remarked.
And they talked far into the evening, long after the sun had gone down, the offspring of two Death Eaters, survivors of the world. Every day after that, they met at the same time every day in the same place. Draco learned about the deaths of Pierre, Monique, and Coralie de Varci by the hands of Marques de Varci. And Cendrillon learned about the death of Narcissa Malfoy by Lucius Malfoy.
As the summer went by, the friendship deepened and matured into attraction, which blossomed into love. Cendrillon taught Draco to laugh again, to love life and be at peace with himself. A week before the end of the holiday, Draco's Hogwarts letter came. He was sitting at the dining room table when the post came, and was about to open it when Cendrillon came flying through the door since they had arranged to meet for breakfast that morning.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Drake." She said breathlessly, kissing him. They had decided not to meet at the graveyard every day, it was too morbid. So sometimes they went to Cendrillon's aunt's house, other times to Malfoy Manor. Occasionally they ventured into the town for a little while, or Apparated to Toulouse.
Cendrillon flung herself into a chair, brushing locks of blonde hair back from her face. She saw the letter in Draco's hand.
"Is that from your school?" she asked. Draco nodded.
"Yes." He opened the letter and read it, his face paling even more, as Cendrillon breakfasted on toast and orange juice.
"What is it?" she asked, noticing his expression.
"They want me to be Head Boy." He said.
"Surely that is a good thing?" Cendrillon laughed.
"I don't know. They were going to have Harry Potter as Head Boy, I know it, but after what happened. I don't know, Lonnie. It's an enormous responsibility and many people will hate me because of my father."
"Drake- take no notice of what others say. Do as you will. It is an honour to be Head Boy or Girl of any school." Cendrillon said firmly.
"I. still.. I don't know if I even want to go back to school. It's the last year, and since I'm over sixteen I don't have to go back. There will be so much sorrow and grieving, Lonnie. Many people stayed at school for the summer, because they were orphaned or didn't want to leave their friends- or the graves of their friends. They will not welcome a Malfoy with open arms."
"That's life." Cendrillon responded simply. Draco sighed, and wrote a reply to Dumbledore that stated his agreement to become Head Boy. He tied the letter to his owl and watched as it flew away, knowing that the letter sent in reply from Dumbledore would bring many changes for the following year.
Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!! *****************************************************************
This chapter is dedicated to all my wonderful reviewers. *****************************************************************
'Cendrillon.' Draco thought. 'Cinderella.'
"I'm sorry if I am intruding on your privacy." Cendrillon continued, "But you sounded so desolate and I. well, I'm not quite sure why I am talking to you, really." She sighed.
Draco had never heard anything more beautiful than her voice. He looked up into her turquoise-blue eyes.
"My name is Draco Malfoy." He said, knowing full well that his name would scare her away. Cendrillon gasped.
"Oh!" she said softly, seeming slightly flustered. "I. I have heard of your late father."
"I expect he killed someone you know, the bloodthirsty bastard." Draco spat viciously, turning to leave.
"No, it isn't like that. My father was a Death Eater too."
Draco stopped in his tracks and whirled around. Cendrillon was nervously twisting a strand of her blonde hair around one finger.
"His name was Marques de Varci. He killed my brother and sister, and would have killed me if Maman had not come in time. She took the Killing Curse for me." She was talking so quietly that Draco could only just hear what she was saying. He came a little closer.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked brusquely, hating himself. Here was a girl who could be a true friend, but he was pushing her away. But Cendrillon didn't give up and go away.
"Because I have a feeling I can trust you." She stated simply.
"Why? My father was a murderer, what makes you think I am not one too?" Draco asked.
"Because of the way you talk about him when you sit at your mother's grave. I know I shouldn't, really, but I come here every day at the same time as you and I hear you often. You regard your father with such. contempt that I sincerely doubt you will turn out to be like him. I apologise for eavesdropping." she replied.
Draco wasn't sure what to say. She had heard his innermost feelings, and that made him uncomfortable.
"Don't be sorry." He mumbled, finally. Cendrillon smiled and her smile lit up the entire graveyard.
"I'm glad that you aren't angry with me." She said.
"How could I be angry at someone I hardly know?" Draco asked.
"Quite easily." She said. Draco thought about it and realised she was right.
"True." He admitted.
"Now that it's clear you don't hate me, let's start again." Cendrillon said. "My name is Cendrillon Valerie de Varci. I attend Beauxbatons. I am seventeen years old. I have. no brothers or sisters. I currently live with my Tante Danielle. My favourite subject at school is Arithmancy."
She sat down on a patch of grass on the hill behind the graves, and motioned Draco to sit down next to her. He did so.
"Draco Xavier Malfoy. Hogwarts. Also seventeen. No siblings. I live in Malfoy Manor with a crazy house-elf. I don't really have a favourite subject." He responded.
"You are at Hogwarts? But surely your family is French?" Cendrillon asked, seeming surprised.
"Originally, yes. But I was taught many languages. I speak French and English equally." He replied. Cendrillon smiled at him.
"I speak only a little English. Beauxbatons offers a language course."
"We don't get that at Hogwarts." Draco remarked.
And they talked far into the evening, long after the sun had gone down, the offspring of two Death Eaters, survivors of the world. Every day after that, they met at the same time every day in the same place. Draco learned about the deaths of Pierre, Monique, and Coralie de Varci by the hands of Marques de Varci. And Cendrillon learned about the death of Narcissa Malfoy by Lucius Malfoy.
As the summer went by, the friendship deepened and matured into attraction, which blossomed into love. Cendrillon taught Draco to laugh again, to love life and be at peace with himself. A week before the end of the holiday, Draco's Hogwarts letter came. He was sitting at the dining room table when the post came, and was about to open it when Cendrillon came flying through the door since they had arranged to meet for breakfast that morning.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Drake." She said breathlessly, kissing him. They had decided not to meet at the graveyard every day, it was too morbid. So sometimes they went to Cendrillon's aunt's house, other times to Malfoy Manor. Occasionally they ventured into the town for a little while, or Apparated to Toulouse.
Cendrillon flung herself into a chair, brushing locks of blonde hair back from her face. She saw the letter in Draco's hand.
"Is that from your school?" she asked. Draco nodded.
"Yes." He opened the letter and read it, his face paling even more, as Cendrillon breakfasted on toast and orange juice.
"What is it?" she asked, noticing his expression.
"They want me to be Head Boy." He said.
"Surely that is a good thing?" Cendrillon laughed.
"I don't know. They were going to have Harry Potter as Head Boy, I know it, but after what happened. I don't know, Lonnie. It's an enormous responsibility and many people will hate me because of my father."
"Drake- take no notice of what others say. Do as you will. It is an honour to be Head Boy or Girl of any school." Cendrillon said firmly.
"I. still.. I don't know if I even want to go back to school. It's the last year, and since I'm over sixteen I don't have to go back. There will be so much sorrow and grieving, Lonnie. Many people stayed at school for the summer, because they were orphaned or didn't want to leave their friends- or the graves of their friends. They will not welcome a Malfoy with open arms."
"That's life." Cendrillon responded simply. Draco sighed, and wrote a reply to Dumbledore that stated his agreement to become Head Boy. He tied the letter to his owl and watched as it flew away, knowing that the letter sent in reply from Dumbledore would bring many changes for the following year.