The Malfoys sat in the tearoom. Malfoy was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a blue polo. He looked, and felt, extremely uncomfortable. They sat in silence as they awaited the Jennings to be announced. They were to arrive by floo powder in the arriving room.
"Master George Jennings, Madame Pauline Jennings and Miss Lana." A servant opened the door then bowed out of the way.
"Hello George, Pauline." Lucius stood and shook hands with George and Pauline. "We are so glad you could make it."
"Hello Narcissa, how lovely you look." Pauline gravitated over to the couch where Malfoy's mother sat.
"Why you to Pauline, is that a dress form Witchy Designs?"(a/n what?)
"Why yes, I just got it yesterday-"
"So George is this lovely young lady your daughter?" Lucius looked down at Lana. Who even in her four inch boots was much shorter then him.
Draco also stared at Lana. Taking in her black dress that clung to her and revealed curves in all the right places. Lana's hair was down but held back loosely with a silver clip that matched her dagger earrings.
Draco snapped back in time to here that Lana would be attending Hogworts in the fall and that they were looking forward to some time alone.
"Yes, my son Draco has enjoyed Hogworts. He's entering his sixth year. I assume Lana will be as well?"
"Yes Lana will be. She took the tests and while England's magic is a little different then Americas she did pass."
"Yes I've heard of the difference. Come over here and have some tea and explain it." Lucius turned his eyes on to Draco. "Draco, why don't you take Lana to your room and show her your schoolbooks."
"Yes Lana hasn't gotten hers yet."
Lana and Draco walked silently up the stairs. Both were silently observing the other. Lana noticed how Draco's hair fell over his eyes and how preppy he looked in his polo shirt. She sighed to herself realizing that he probably was just another pompous jackass.
Draco saw Lana's hair swirl around her head and how her pale skin seemed to enhance her green eyes. His final decision was that this girl would be the perfect way to end the summer.
"Turn left up her," Draco's voice broke into her thoughts. "It's a trick door so it'll look like a window. But don't worry its not."
"All right." Lana glanced up ahead for it.
Draco slowly slipped his wand out of his pocket and muttered a few words. All of a sudden the step in front of Lana lifted and she fell over it.
"Ow, shit!" Lana said as she landed on the ground. "Damn step! How old is this house if the stairs aren't shaped right!"
"Are you ok? That looked like it may have hurt." Draco reached down to help her up.
"Of course it hurt you idiot! Didn't it look like it hurt! I just tripped over some damn step!" Lana pulled her self up with Draco's assistance.
"There's no need to be such a bitch about it. It's not like it's my fault." Draco said leading her through the window-door. "You're the one who fell down."
"Well aren't we mister nice. Your guest tripped in your house and you don't even apologize!" Lana allowed herself to be seated on a blue bed.
"Like I said it's not my fault," Draco kneeled. "Let me have a look at your knee. Do you think it's bleeding."
"I don't know," Lana pulled at her dress. "Shit it's ripped. I could fix the damn thing except this stupid British rule about no magic if your underage."
Draco smiled as he stood up and walked toward the opposite side of the room. This girl would be easy. (a/n what a guy) She already had relied on him to help her into the room. She would be even more grateful when he fixed her leg.
"Here," Draco handed her some lotion. "Rub this on your knee to heal it."
Lana looked up at him. "Will it sting? I can't abide sting."
"No it won't sting. It's magic, painless. It's not like your re-growing a bone or anything."
"Uhuh," Lana rubbed the lotion on her knee. "Wow, it doesn't sting at all, thanks."
"No problem, just try not to trip anymore." Draco put the lotion away. "Let me get you some clothes to change into, I'll send your dress downstairs to me mended."
"Thanks, try to find something clean. I'm not wearing some dirty teenage boy shirt."
Draco dug around in a chest of drawers next to the bed. He pulled out a long blue T-shirt and a pair of baggy pants.
"Here, I'm not sure if it will fit, the pants. If not I think my mom has some old clothes you could wear," he grinned as Lana held up the pants to her slender waist. They were about two sizes too big. "Let me go get those. You can put the shirt on in here."
Lana grimaced as she looked at the band logo on the shirt. "Wizard Death? What a depressing name."
"Beggars can't be choosers," he left the room before she could think of a response.
Lana looked around at the pale blue walls and the mahogany bed set. Not exactly what she had imagined him in. She sighed as she pulled her dress off and pulled on the shirt. She was staring at the damage done to her dress when Draco walked back in.
"Here," he said throwing her a skirt. "This looked closer to your size, and style."
Lana pulled on the black skirt. It was short enough to accent her long legs, but not so short that she felt he had picked it up just to annoy her.
"Thanks. I mean you didn't have too. I could have worn my ripped dress. It's not like I'll be needing it this summer."
"Well that wouldn't have been cool," Draco grinned and shook his hair back. Lana noticed for the first time that his hair was a perfect length. She imagined running her fingers through it, getting her fingers twined around it, her dark nails standing out of his platinum blond. She shuddered waking her self up. (a/n think about Tom Felton!)
"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that."
"I just said that you look better in that skirt then my mom probably ever did."
Lana blushed and replied. "Well you never know. This isn't the room I pictured you in."
"Really, where you expecting blood red walls and skeletons?"
"No, just blue doesn't really seem to be your color. But it's very nice; it's not like I'm insulting it or anything. Actually it's a lot like my brothers old room. Back in America, before we moved to England." Lana could hear herself rambling but couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Lana, it's ok. I was joking. I didn't design my room, my mum did. So insult away, it won't hurt me." Draco sat down on the bed next to her.
She smelled nice, Draco thought to himself. Like the perfume that girl had in Scotland, but sweeter somehow. Not as tangy, softer. Not what he had expected from her rough exterior. He moved closer, slowly, so she wouldn't startle, or punch him.
"Are those samurai swords?" Lana walked over to a case hanging on the wall.
"Yeah, when I was in Japan I picked them up. There muggle swords so I didn't have to worry about spells." Draco walked over till he stood behind her. He was about to grab her hand when she spun around.
There they stood face to face. Neither blinking. Draco noticed that her eyes seemed greener. He wanted her even more.
"Wanna fight?" Lana's voice broke through the tension. She jerked her head back at the swords. "I bet I could beat you."
"Beat me? You don't realize who you're challenging." He pulled a cord and the case opened. He handed one to Lana and took one for himself. "I practice with these swords, and was trained under a great duelist of the 18th century."
"Yeah, well I'll still kick your ass," Lana winked as she walked back settling comfortably into a beginning stance.
They began to fight. Slowly, as if testing each other out. Then faster and faster as they sensed a challenging opponent.
She's good Draco thought as they circled each other. She must have had lessons. But I'll still kick her ass, which he noticed as she spun from an attack was quite nice. As she returned the attack he had to concentrate harder to defend himself. Soon all thoughts of her body were driven form his mind as he thought only of the blades, the clang of connection, and the whistle of a miss. Faster and faster they attacked each other. Each face a mirror of the other, the concentration complete. The blades became invisible in their speed. The fighting became more of a dance as the figures spun round and round, slashing and slicing, attempting to hit and harm, without hurting each other. Suddenly they halted.
Collapsing on the floor. They lay there panting, not a sound in the room. (a/n stolen from something I read somewhere...if you wrote it you know)
"Told you," Lana managed to exhale.
Draco rolled over to face her. "You didn't.... beat...me!" He stood, slowly, like an old man. Groaning as he struggled to make his muscles move upward, when they were silently screaming to lie down. "Let me give you a hand. Lying on the...floor isn't good for you."
Lana lifted up her arm and Draco hoisted her up and helped her over to the bed. Where again the collapsed. Lana squirmed down into the comfort of the bed. She turned slightly to look at Draco. He's tired, I almost beat him. Yet why does he have more energy? Guys, that's so unfair! She closed her eyes and was drifting asleep when she felt his arm encircling her. I guess he's as tired as I am. She tried to open her eyes to see if he was asleep, but she couldn't. Poor guy, o well it's warm.
As she lay there Draco's arm began to move up her stomach. Higher and higher tell it reached her curves. Lana's eyes jerked open as she sat up. (a/n based on true experience, but not the convo.. that's all Lana)
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Nothing," Draco sat up too.
"You were trying to feel me up!" Lana turned to look at him. (a/n that I did say!)
"Well yeah."
"Why the fuck were you trying to feel me up?"
"Because I wanted too. You were the one who was acting all flirty and shit."
"No I wasn't! I was trying to be
nice! And you interpreted that as flirty! What is wrong with you?"
Lana got louder. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing
is wrong with me! You're the one who is acting all weird!"
"Well I think I'm entitled too! Being the one who was just molested!"
"No you weren't" Draco rolled his eyes. Typical girl reaction, but they all came around eventually.
"You're are such a guy!" Lana got up and stormed out of the room. She ran through the house till she found the floo room. As she was throwing the powder into the fire she heard Draco slip through the door.
"Tell my parents I'm going home." Lana stepped into the fire. "Oh and I want my dress back! 21 Foxspell Lane!"