A/N: Thanks to stackles for reviewing! And thanks to all who are reading my story, even if you don't review, because I sometimes don't review either. lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP...I only claim Abbey.
Chapter 7
Abbey swallowed hard as she and Draco approached the huge black doors of Malfoy Manor. The moonlight shone on the immense house, only adding to its chilling quality.
Draco grabbed the large silver knocker in the middle of the right door. He gave it a single whap against the door, and Abbey could hear it echo through the whole house, and as it did, a chill ran up her spine.
She then heard the scuffling of tiny feet and the door swung open, revealing the house elf that had guided her to her common room. The elf beckoned them in, and as they walked in Draco dropped his trunk next to the elf without even looking at him.
Abbey frowned at Draco as the elf tried to pull it along, without much success.
"Here, let me help," she whispered, picking up the other end of the trunk for the elf. The elf smiled gratefully at her as he began to pull it along.
"You shouldn't help the little beast," Draco spat, keeping his gaze in front of him as he approached the gigantic staircase in the middle of the entrance room.
Abbey ignored him, rolling her eyes as she helped the elf set down Draco's trunk by a closet. She then set her own trunk down and patted the elf on the head before following Draco up the stairs.
She was looking down at the dark green velvet-covered stairs as she climbed them when Lucius's cold voice came drifting down to them.
"Ah, you're here," he said. Abbey looked up, and saw that Lucius was at the top of the stairs, gazing down at them.
"Hello, Father," Draco said softly, and Abbey detected a slight chill in his voice.
"Welcome home, Abbey," Lucius said, smiling frigidly. When Abbey didn't reply, Lucius went on, "Your room is down this hall and the third door on the right." He pointed with his cane to his left and Abbey gave a nod of understanding. "When you have settled in, I want you to come back downstairs and meet Draco's mother," he finished. Abbey gave another nod. Lucius then stepped aside, and she and Draco passed.
Abbey went to the right, where Lucius had directed, and she saw Draco turn to the left, and they silently went their ways, while Lucius slowly made his way down the stairs.
As Abbey walked down the hall, a chill kept going down her spine. The walls and ceiling were painted black, and the floor was carpeted in dark green velvet, like the stairs. Along the walls were portraits of who Abbey assumed were relatives. They all glared and scowled at her as she passed, but she was determined to keep her head high and her face expressionless.
When she reached her room, she was almost afraid to open the door and see what her room looked like. No doubt it was like the rest of the house.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. The door gave a quiet creak as she pushed it open.
For a moment she just stood in the doorway, gazing at her new room. The walls and ceiling were black, and this time the floor wasn't carpeted, but black hardwood. Even the four-poster bed was black. The only real color in the room was the dark green velvet comforter on the bed.
Abbey finally stepped in, and the door creaked shut behind her by itself. She walked up to the bed, and on further inspection she found that its sheets were black silk.
"Not much for color variety, are they?" she said disgustedly as she gazed around.
"I heard that!" snapped a hoarse voice to her left. Gasping, Abbey spun around to see who it was. She moaned when she saw it was another portrait of a family member. The ancient-looking man glared back at her with icy gray eyes as she approached it. She read the name on the bottom portion of the frame.
"Brutius Malfoy…" she said out loud.
"I am Lucius's great great grandfather!" the old man wheezed proudly.
"Brutius…" Abbey repeated, smirking, "You don't look like much of a brute to me."
"Hold your tongue, you insolent girl!" Brutius barked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll hold mine if you hold yours, old man," Abbey drawled, turning around and moving over to the dresser. Opening the drawers, she saw that her clothes were already folded neatly in them. No doubt the poor little house elf put them all away.
On further inspection of the room, Abbey found that all of her things had been put away. Another door to the right of Brutius's portrait led to a large bathroom, which was, of course, all black (including the tub). Only the towels and shower curtain were dark green.
When she was satisfied, Abbey left her room and walked back downstairs to meet her future mother-in-law.
Geez, there's even a mean relative in her room! And now she has to meet Narcissa! I hope it goes well...hee hee.
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