Chapter two
Dearest Daughter,
Now honestly would it be a surprise if I told you? No, it would not, now stop sulking dear it will do you no good in the end, and surely, you can wait a few weeks until Christmas to find out. After all the surprise will be well worth it, it is for your benefit, always remember that.
Glad to hear that school is well, if you have any problems you tell me immediately after all I am a very important, powerful, and wealthy ministry man. Now child you are not involved with some one right now correct. I ask because I am worried about who will take care of you after I am gone, your mother is dead I have no family and your uncle is well a teacher, and you although you will be old enough, no one of your status should have to work and look after herself.
Love always, Father
Natasha read and reread the letter her Father sent. 'Oh Merlin this surprise can't be good, I wonder is Father sick, why else would he talk about when he's gone? I can take care of myself; it is not as if I do not have the money too! Oh Merlin, now I am going to have to ask Draco some rather personal questions, ugh why cannot I have a normal Father who would just tell me what this surprise is.'
Draco,
I understand that Malfoys hate surprises, but alas, I cannot tell you until Christmas. Oh yes, and Draco a point of advice Malfoys are never told what to do by anyone so never demand anything of a Malfoy or give into another's demand.
As for school, you should be beating Miss. Granger; after all, you are my son. As for Pansy do not worry about her, you were never going to marry her anyway. I am sure that when she hears of your engagement to someone else she will take it well. Oh my, I almost gave it away there, tsk, tsk.
As for Christmas in Paris, I hear its lovely there and your Mother and I have figured that it was time for a change.
Lucius, your Father
Draco read the letter and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. 'I don't have to marry Pansy! I do not have to marry Pansy! Ah, life is good. I wonder whom Father wants me to marry, now. I wonder if I will see her in Paris. Ah, look another letter for me to read I wonder could this be from that girl I must keep writing to, ah yes it is... Hmm maybe I should read it now.' Draco pondered this for a moment before he sat down to read the letter.
Draco,
The Malfoy charm you have never stops to amaze me. Aren't Malfoy supposed to be the most charming people in the world? Well I guess they are, after all you are such the flatter. I must agree you constantly owling is a nuisance. I do not like you and you certainly have no love or respect for me, for that matter. Our parents had a very stupid moment when they said you two must always keep in touch.
Nevertheless, to the point, I am fine. Glad you are fine as well, Blah, blah. Blah as you so blatantly put it.
What are you going on about, Father's surprise. I honestly do not care but I must ask you are you currently involved and do you happen to know whom you are marrying? Now doesn't going thinking that I have some secret desire to snog you or anything like that but I must know because well, I am just curious? By any chance, are you going to Paris for the Christmas Holiday? Odd questions I know trust me they were hard to write without gagging but I must know, so you must be honest when you answer. Now I understand that an honest answer might be a foreign concept to you so if you do not know what it means look it up. Write soon!
Natasha
Draco read the letter and nearly gagged himself. 'EW, she wants to know about my personal life, and she's just so … plump... EW. I, Draco Malfoy would never snog her. How dare she insult my intelligence, of course I know what a honest answer is, it is... Umm... Er... When you… no that is not it. Well I know what it is, and how dare she insult my Father, only I can do that!' Draco growled as he took out some parchment and a quill and began to write to Miss. Charming Natasha.
My Princess,
How could I ever be too busy for you? Honestly, Natasha you are the only thing I have left of my sister and besides I love you. Something very few people ever hear me say so treat it like gold.
The tales you tell of your Potions Professor are frightening. You need a new teacher or a new school or something. I have no doubt that you could teach better than that buffoon of a teacher could but are you positive that my student who cannot make a simple potion with out blowing up at least ten caldrons could teach better?
As for your Fathers surprise, I have not a clue to what it is and even if I did I believe I would have been sworn to secrecy. Now you are a very intelligent child I am sure you will figure it out soon enough. Well write again soon, I love you Natasha I am always here for you if you need me.
Love always, Uncle Severus
Tasha read her Uncle's letter, how she adored her uncle and how he adored her. Sometimes she would wish to be his child but that was a different matter in itself. Somehow, even if her Uncle could not answer her most demanding questions he still made her smile, he made her feel safe and loved.
Now, Natasha loved her father but ever since her mother died, he just gave her everything she wanted and needed no questions asked. Over the summer, he would hardly look at her and acknowledge her presence, but he played the part of the doting Father all the time. 'Maybe he blames me for her death but is too soft hearted to say anything so he acts like he cares,' Natasha thought with a tear in her eye.