A/N: Here's the second chapter. Enjoy!

CHAPTER TWO: Draco.

I follow her upstairs. When we arrive at the first floor she enters in a room... and shouts:

'Draco! What is it? Didn't I told you I didn't want you to play in the garden? You are covered in... ecs!'.

I came into for discover a little person, with the face and clothes covered in mud. The boy (I think he isn't more than five years old) has platin blond hair and grey eyes, as his father, but they are not cold, they're shining, rebellious. 'You must have a bath right now!' Complains Mrs Malfoy though I don't think the child is that dirty. 'I would tall Nancy to... ah no, she is not here'.

'I can do it, ma'am' I said and she looks surprised, like she didn't remember I was also there.

'Oh. Excelent, excelent!' she turns to his son 'Draco, this is Miss Marian Green, your new nanny. I expect you are a good boy and do whatever she tells you to do'. Draco Malfoy mocks at his mother when he thinks she is not looking. 'Well, Miss Green'adds the woman giving to his son a dirty look and making a movement with her wand, which opens a wardrove (yes, we are in his bedroom), 'you have some clothes right there and Draco will show you where the bath is. If you need something just say it to one of the house-elves'.

'All right' I say and Mrs Malfoy gets out of the room. Once we are alone I choose some clothes (while Draco is looking at me, in silence) and then I go towards the boy and try to hold his hand.

'What are you doing? Don't touch me!' he shouts, moving back.

'Why not? I don't mind getting a bit dirty' I say. He scowls.

'Really?' I nodd... and he spits, but the spit dooesn't touch me.

'Hey! I was talking about the mud!" I complain and he looks a bit surprised.

'I'm waiting'. He says, still.

'Waiting for what?' I say, not knowing the thing he's talking about.

'You to insult me. Or to kick me or something. I'm used to it. But I warn you: if you do that I will take revenge on you. You cannot be always awaked, and then I will kick you back or...'

'Burn my hair?' I complete.

'That's it'. He nodds.

'So, you used to do that to your nannies, right? You warned them too?'

'No. You have a strange accent, not like an english person'.

'That's because I'm not english. And why did you do that to the poor girls?'

'Because they deserve it. That's why'.

'Really? And that girl that has just gone deserve it also?' I move close to him.

'Oh, yeah. Angie was the worst. She locked me at the wardrove for hours because I said I didn't want to eat the vegetables'. What!

'You're being serious?'.

'Of course.' He seems to relax when he sees I'm not going to hurt him, after all. 'That's why I tried to burn her hair. Although, now I think about it, Nancy was worse: she broke my broom. Then I shout her she was a pig, and after that she kick me. You see?' The boy gets out his shirt and show me a scar at his chest 'Here'. Oh my god!

'And then you explained that to your parents and they gave her the sack?'

'I explained that to dad but he never believes me'. He looks hurt. 'Of course those women never acted in front of mum and dad'. Adds, thoughtful. 'That time I had some help of Paul and his spider. Nancy was afraid of spiders!' He grins.

'And that girl that has gone today? Did your parents believe you when you told them she locked you in the wardrove?'.

'No, but Mrs Pherson told dad I was saying the truth and he believes her'.

'Who's Mrs Pherson?' I ask, remember that the girl mentioned her as well.

'Oh I think she was grandma's nanny and when my gran died told my dad to give her a job. She's too much old to be my nanny and that's why she is the housekeeper. I prefer that because I don't like her'.

'Well, but she told your father the truth, didn't she?'

'Yes, that has been the first time and did it because she didn't like Angie either'.

Without noticing we start walking and get into the bathroom (wow! It's the biggest bathroom I ever seen!) and I help him to get undress.

'Mmm. And all the others who work here, never saw your nannies behaving like that?'

'Of course they did! None of them are blind!'

'So, why they didn't tell your parents, then?'

'Because of Mrs Pherson., I think. She tolds them to keep quiet and they do it because are scared. They know she can make dad to give them the sack'.

'That's horrible! If Mrs Pherson knows your dad would believe her she should tell him about that'.

'Sure, but she thinks I need all it to became a "real man". She told me I need a lot of discipline to be like a real Malfoy'.

'And how's a real Malfoy?'

'Like my dad'. He says only. So, for being a good Malfoy family member he has to be... Well, I don't know Mr Malfoy but he doesn't look like a specially tender person.

'Miss Green, the water is ready' the new voice make me jump. It belongs to a house-elf who is looking us with his big eyes wide opened.

'Stupid Dobby! Don't appear like that! You have scared her!'. Draco shouts at him, looking angry.

'I'm sorry, young master' says the elf, with a whisper.

'There is not need to talk him like that, Draco'. I tell him of. 'It's alright, hummm, Dobby. Thanks!'. He nodds an looks like he is going to disappear, but at the end he walks towars the door.

'So, what are you asking all that, anyway?' The boy sneers and I try to help him with his trunks.'Oh, stop it. I can do it! After all, I'm five years old, I don't need help to get undress... and turn round now' he orders. I sigh and I do it. 'Right. You can look now' says after some minutes. I look at Draco who looks back at me into the bathtub.

'Wash your face' I say giving him the shower gel.

'Yes mum' he mocks, rolling his eyes.

'I think "Marian" is all right' I smile 'but I don't mind if you call me "mum" if that is how you used to call the others'. He looks horrified. Maybe he is thinking about calling that Nancy "mum".

'No, no, no. I will call you "Marian".

'Fine'.

'Do you help me soaping my back?'

'Sure' I answer kneeling. When I'm going to start I realize that his skin has a lot of old injuries. 'What's all this?' I whisper touching him.

'What?' he moves his head to look at me 'Oh, that. It's nothing. Kira did when was in bad mood'.

'But what kind of nannies have you got!'

'Nah, you're wrong. Kira is my father's sister' he replies, washing his arms. I proceed to help him with his back. 'Turn round again, I'm going out' says when he has moped up. I do that after giving him the towel. 'Where are the clothes?' I hear he asks me.

'On there' I point at the small stool. 'Draco?'

'Yes?'

'Your mum have never seen those scars?'

'Nop. I don't want her to see them either' He warns me, speaking with a "the subject is concluded" tone. 'You can look at me'. I turn to see Draco fighting with a dark brown tunic.

'Let me' I say, approaching the boy and putting his head into the right hole of the robes.

'So... don't tell me you want to be my friend'.

'Only if you want to'.

'Well...' He looks surprised and a bit esceptical 'I... I, you see, I don't need friends!'

'Really?' I raise an eyebrow.

'Yeah, I don't need them. Dad wants me to go with two guys -that Crabbe and the other, Goyle- but they are a bit of an idiots. The only thing they know to do is the same as I do. They're stupids'.

'But you didn't say that to your father, did you?'

'No' He scowls while he finishes to get dress 'Crabbe and Goyle dad's are friends of him'.

'I see'. I look into the drawers for a hairbrush and I comb Draco's blond and smooth hair.

'What are you doing?'

'Nothing' I answer with a smile 'Just combing your hair'.

'I can see you are combing my hair. I mean- why?' I'm going to answer when Dobby, the house-elf, come inside.

'Miss Green, young master... Mrs Malfoy says that the dinner is ready and wants the Miss to come too'.

'OK Dobby. Tell Mrs Malfoy we are going in a minute'. I say, putting away the hairbrush. The elf nodds and disappears.

'Really, you have a very strange accent' says the boy, blinking. 'Where did you say you came from?'

'I didn't say. I'm from Spain'.

'Where is it?'

'In Europe'.

'And where is Europe?' I smile.

'I will show you that in a map, but not now. Go upstairs. I'm coming in a sec'.

'Right'. He leaves and I take out my wand ready to clean the room.

'Shila will do that, Miss' says a voice and I jump again. Another elf is standing next to the door. It's not like I've never seen a house-elf before, really...

'Oh. Fine. Thanks. Then I will...' I wash my face and hands and comb my hair also. 'See you'.

'Yes, Miss'. I leave the bath and nearly get lost to arrive at the dining room. The three Malfoys are sitting arround a table, decorated with candelabrums. Mr Malfoy looks at Draco, looking satisfied. Maybe I can stay here, after all...