(Still in Dracos POV)
"Draco, hon, could you get the door?" A silky voice cooed, making my hair stand on edge. I pondered for a moment, who was that voice?
I was brought out of my daze by her voice again, "Draco, get the door please!"
The doorbell rang impatiently, I quickened my pace, opening the door.
"Father!" I gasped, stumbling backwards. I attempted to close the door, but I had no luck. His cold, menacing eyes bore into my own. His cane was gripped firmly, his rings shining brightly. He gritted his teeth, pushing his long blonde hair over his shoulder.
"Voldemort is disappointed in you, boy." He hissed, grabbing my shoulder with such force, I was lifted off the ground.
I could hear heels clicking on the floor, the sound growing stronger.
"Father, please, dont harm me"
He smirked, "Why SHOULDNT I harm you? "
"What did I do to disappoint him?"
"Potter basically knows EVERYTHING!"He snarled, emphasizing the last word.
I laughed nervously, "Sorry father, but you know how nosey he is!"
"Hush!" He bellowed, slapping me hard. He pulled out his wand, pointing it at my heart which was beating a million times faster than normal.
"ADAVRA KEDAVRA!"
I screamed, but no pain was felt. The girl with the silky voice had jumped in front of my fathers wand, killing herself. Her lifeless form was sprawled on the hard floor, her hair askew.
"You'll regret this, Draco!" My father yelled, disappearing quickly.
I sat up quickly, toppling out of bed. My breathing became heavier, and my body ached. I glanced quickly around the room, relieved it was only a dream.
Light was pouring through the blood red curtains that adorned the window. I pushed them aside, letting the light soak into my body. The sun was shining over the Quidditch pitch, where I vaguely saw Candice floating gracefully on her broom. I swallowed the lump in my throat, resting my head against the pane.
Last nights events played over and over in my head. The desperation in her voice made my heart ache tremendously. I could almost feel her crying.
I sulked towards my bathroom door, looking in the mirror. A cold, hard, pale reflection stared back at me. Icy blue eyes were pale and tired. Blonde hair was untidy and matted to my face.
After showering, and brushing my teeth, I changed into a black shirt and black pants. I trotted down the stairs, plopping on the leather seat. My mind was completely blank.
"DRACOOOOOOOOO" A shrill voice screeched from the front door, causing me to have a spasm. "Let me in, Drakie pooooo"
I sighed, opening the door to reveal Pansy Parkinson, a short, chubby pug faced -- I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUCK TO CALL HER!
She giggled, clinging to my waist, "Get off, Parkinson"
"Oh Drakie, arent you glad to see me?"
"Hmm, no. I was actually happy until I heard you scream "DRACOOOOOOOOO" I mocked, sending her a murderous glare.
"Oh Drakie wakie poo, you know you love me!"
"Oh really? I wasnt aware of that" I retorted, hearing a snigger from behind me. Candice stood there, her arms crossed over her chest with a smug expression worn across her face.
"Ewwie, Crandall, what are YOU doing here?" Pansy screeched, letting go of Dracos waist.
"Well, Pansy, I am saving my fiance. I think hes about to toss his cookies if he looks at you again."
"Bitch!" She shrieked, storming out of the manor.
(Back to Candices POV)
"Did you want something?" Draco asked
"Uh, yeah, the wedding planner is here, duh?" I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Oh yes"
"Lets go, Drakie wakie poo!" I chortled, running away from him.
"UGH!"
"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy!" Sheila, the wedding planner began. I cringed at my new last name.Malfoy
"You want a large wedding in ---"I basically tuned her out, not wanting to listen to her. I nodded when Draco did, making it look like I held intrest.
"Goshums," I yawned, "that was boring"
"Yeah," Draco agreed, "man, she was a bitch."
"ACK, you cannot wear a simple white wedding dress!" I grinned madly, imitating her thick Russian voice. Draco busted into hysterics.
"Dinner is at 6, dont be late" He said quickly, his eyes turning hard again.
"What the hell?" I whispered, glaring at him,
I plopped down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Draco had been acting very weirdly, at some times he was nice, but then he would be a prat. It was very aggravating; we never hated each other when we were little.
As soon as we first entered Hogwarts, he became self centered, most likely because I was sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin. He knew I was pureblood, but he just couldnt accept the fact that I was sorted into a different house.
I closed my eyes, forgetting that I had to be down stairs in an hour. I just didnt care, I was frustrated. I fell asleep shortly, Dracos ice blue eyes stuck in my head.
Candice's Dream
I tossed and turned violently in my sleep, dreaming more and more about my father. This dream was different.
"Adam!" A young lady screamed, giving him a reapprochful glance, "are you sure we can trust these folks?"
"I don't know, Alexa, but we need to! Voldemort is after young Candice."
She sighed, "Alright, if you're positive"
"I'm positive, dear." And with that, they left a baby on the front steps of the adoption center. (A wizarding adoption center, of course)
" Oooh, she's adorable!" A shrill voice called out, picking me up and cradling me in her arms.
"Alright, we'll take her"
I sat upright, breathing deeply, "They aren't my real parents" I gasped, falling back on my pillow.