AN: Alright alright, I've been MIA for a bit but here it is, the next chapter. Please enjoy and let me know how I'm doing.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot and Faith is my creation. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling (grumble grumble).

SPOILERS THROUGH GoF!!!

Fic me! Chapter Four: The Wings of Malfoy Manor

Lightning struck and lit the sky. Draco was watching out his bedroom window for Lucius and Faith. Despite his better attempts, he couldn't quell his excitement. He couldn't help thinking that it would be interesting and enjoyable to have Faith at the manor. He just hoped that she wouldn't be a pain or stuck up, but after he heard about the stunt she pulled at school, he was almost ready to put money on a bet that they would get along fairly well. This way he would at least have someone at the manor to talk to.

Lucius would only drone on about the future and how important the Malfoy name was and what was expected of Draco in a few years. Narcissa didn't' really say much to him anymore. They used to be very close and Draco thought that he could tell her anything. But recently she had become detached form her family, and most of the wizarding community. Draco couldn't remember the last time he had seen any of his mother's friends at the house. Narcissa had been doing work at the ministry as well, which she didn't tell Lucius about.

Narcissa told Draco that if he found out Lucius would be upset that she was neglecting her wifely duties. Draco didn't ask any questions, but it didn't seem right to him. He wondered how long it had been going on. If it was a recent development in her life or if she had been going into the ministry before he came home for the summer holiday.

Draco walked away from the window with his stomach in knots. He wasn't sure how Faith was going to react to being kicked out of school and back at home. She had never once come home for any holidays or breaks. He had only received about five letters from her, if even that many. Had Faith ever written their mother or father? Draco only wrote her one letter, at least that he could remember. He had started hundreds of letters but never finished any of them. He didn't know how Faith felt about him. Did she resent him? Did she loath him? Or did she love him? Hell, he didn't even know if she was capable of love.

He knew that the only way these questions would be answered was when Faith stepped into Malfoy Manor. Hoping that moment wouldn't be the worst in his life, Draco ventured downstairs to see if anything of interest was going on. As he made his way to the main stairs, something caught his attention. The door to East Wing of the manor was open. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever seen anyone enter that wing. It had been locked since Faith left. Her room was in that wing. Along with her Library and study and some guest rooms, but they were never used.

Draco remembered that Faith's wing of the house put his miserable hole in the wall to shame. He had the West Wing of the manor but it was very different. A few of the guest rooms weren't ever finished and his room was somehow smaller then Faith's. Her massive library made his laughable. He longed to go see what exciting texts and volumes Faith had left behind but never dared to unlock the door and sneak in. But now it was open before him. He hadn't opened it and had no idea who had. There couldn't be any harm in just taking a quick look into the wing.

Draco had a feeling of adventure as he crossed the threshold. He shut the large door after him. The torches in the hallway were burning brightly and he could hear the wind howl outside. The layout of the wing was familiar to him. Portraits he had never seen before lined the walls. He peaked into the room which he knew to be Faith's. It was the same as the last time he had been in there. He noticed a door behind the tapestry covered wall next to the wardrobe which was slightly ajar. His room didn't have a door like that. He opened it. There in he found a marvelous private room. A massive fireplace took up most of one of the walls. An oak table with about twenty chairs was against the windows and then in the corner near the fire place was a little sitting area. A lot of fuss for someone that hasn't lived here in years, Draco thought to himself. When he left the mysterious room he heard the door shut violently behind him.

Draco spun around. The tapestries laid flat against the wall, he could see no evidence of a door knob or hinges. He thought that it was simply the angle at which he was standing but couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was in the presence of powerful magic. Draco approached the wall slowly. He flung the tapestries to the side and found the wall like the one in his room...just a wall. There was no door and no cracks where one could be hidden. He was put off by this revelation. What the hell was going on at Malfoy Manor that he didn't know about?

Draco scanned the rest of the room. Were there any more secret rooms within these walls? There didn't appear to be. But there didn't appear to be a room where one had just been either. Draco knew not to trust his eyes all the time. When you grow up with magic in your blood, you know that anything can be a false image or glamour. It had never occurred to Draco that he couldn't believe what he saw in his own house. Draco was uneasy as he walked about his sister's room. He was now in unknown territory. He didn't even know his own home. He walked to the window. Faith had a very nice view of the grounds. From here he could see the large fields where he practiced Quidditch as well as he gardens and the East Pond. AS he took in the spectacular view a familiarity came over the room. Draco couldn't put his finger on what was different, but knew in a moment.

"Hey Drake"

Draco spun around. There in the door way was Faith Malfoy. She was soaked from head to toe. Her hair was pulled back tightly but strands of it had fallen out of the braid and lay limply on her place face. They just looked at each other for a moment. Faith saw that her brother had grown handsome. He was no longer the little boy that she had seen in her mind. He was becoming a man. He had grown into himself and she was sure that he was going to be a heartbreaker, if he wasn't already.

"Is that how you welcome your sister home?" she asked with a light air in her tone. Draco and Faith walked toward each other. They met in the middle of the room. All thought of secret rooms had been put out of Draco's mind. This is the moment that he had been waiting for, and for quite some time. Neither was really quite sure what to do. Shake hands? Hug? Compassion and loving emotions had never been a strong point in the Malfoy Family. But they both came to the conclusion that an embrace would be fitting considering that amount of time they had spent apart.

As they hugged each other the realized how much they had missed one another. While Faith had been away, they did miss each other dearly but it felt so good to be back where they should have been all along: together. Oh, this summer was going to be one to remember after all.

Faith pulled out of the hug first. "Well, let me look at you." She spread his arms out and looked him up and down. "You have grown into yourself Drake." She commented.

"Well, you're no exactly the goofy looking kid you were when you left." He informed her.

"Is that a complement or an insult?" she laughed.

Draco shrugged his shoulders. "Both I guess."

"It's good to be home." Faith said loudly. She flopped herself onto the new queen sized bed that had been put into her room. "I never thought I could miss this place, but it's possible."

"Who would have thought huh?" Draco asked as he took a place next to the on the edge of the bed.

"Certainly not me before now, that's for damn sure." Faith answered. They sat in quite for a moment, just to get used to each other again. Faith was the first to break the silence. "How are you?"

Draco just shook his head. "I'm not that sure to tell the truth. Schools been fine and all but things have been weird around here, weirder than usual I should say. Something's going on and I'm not on the in."

Faith sat up and looked at Draco. "Mum weird or Dad weird?" she inquired.

"Both actually, but not in the same way. He's moodier than he used to be and she's jumpy, it's almost like she's on her guard."

"There will be plenty of time to figure that out later, but let's skip to the important stuff shall we?" Faith had a devious smirk on her face. "What mischief have you been creating away at school?"

Draco looked at her in disbelief. "You're joking aren't you?" Faith just shook her head. "Last time I check our status her Faith, I wasn't the one who got expelled from school."

"Oddly enough you're the 'good one' for once." She said with a wicked smirk.

Draco hit Faith with a pillow.