I rolled over in bed and groaned. I didn't want to get up. I was nice and happy in my little oasis of warm, soft blankets, fluffy pillows, and halfway between sleep and reality.
"Wake up dear! Goodness, it's 10-am! You won't be asleep at this hour on a week day when you're back at hogwarts now will you?" My mother said sharply as she shook me, desperately trying to wake her only daughter up.
"Well I'm not at hogwarts right now, am I?" I retorted, trying to root back under my sheets.
"But you will be in a few weeks! AND your hogwarts list just arrived, so you had better get up so we can get to diagon alley soon!" She said, succeeding in ripping the sheets off me.
"It has? But I thought it might not open again?" I said, the shock waking me up completely so that I sat up and peered through my vibrant green eyes at my mother.
"Yes, Minerva told me it was going to open again, the staff voted. But besides that, Albus would never have let it close! Oh, Albus... How could he have died so easily? He was such a great wizard... and poof in one second he was gone!" She sniffled and got all teary eyed as she always did when she talked about the former headmaster. "All because of Severus! God... I detest him... Anyway, why are we talking in here? You had better get ready Dantes!"
"Yes mother..."
I showered and adorned a black, carefully fitted, expensive cloak. I brushed my hair and tied it up in a bun. No point trying to look drop-dead-gorgeous, Diagon alley will be deserted as usual... I thought, as I sighed and looked in my mirror. And pretty, porcelain skinned, long brown haired, green eyed, skinny 17 year old looked back at me. I turned 17 three weeks ago, and I have to admit, I've grown a great deal in height since I first arrived at hogwarts, 6 years ago. The summer sun streamed through the windows, illuminating my room. I rushed down three flights of stairs in our huge mansion, and sat down in the breakfast nook to eat some porridge a house elf had made for me.
"Thank you, trelly." I said, to the elf who bowed to me and wandered back to the kitchens.
Once I finished my breakfast, I discovered my mother sitting in one of our lounges and reading Potions: antidotes to save you in the nick of time. My mother has been reading a lot of books like this ever since she had joined the order of the Phoenix, which was about 5 years ago. My father is a death eater, and my mother, Sorraine Demion, had married him without knowing. She was outraged when she found out, but didn't tell her husband, Sedecim Demion, realizing this could be to her advantage. Being married to Sedecim, she found out various little things, such as when the next death eater meeting would be, a teensy bit of a plot, such as the time, a place, small, seemingly unimportant bits of information that sometimes proved very valuable to the order.
"I'm ready." I said, tapping a marble table with one of my well manicured finger nails.
"Finally." She said, laughing, and putting her book away. "We'll be using floo today." She handed me the pot and I threw some in the already burning fire, turning the flames green. I stepped in.
"Diagon Alley!" I said clearly, in my upper class voice.
I tumbled out of the fireplace in the leaky cauldron. God, I hate floo. I thought, as I said "lavaresta." which removed any soot on me. Mother came out after me, performing the same spell.
"Right, first we'll get you some more robes. And this time we're going to Twilfitt and Tatting's. Remember what that Madame Malkin did to that gorgeous robe of mine last time! Sewed the bottom of the robe up and made a neck hole there too! Goodness... I just couldn't believe it! She seemed rather distracted though..." She said, as she led the way.
We walked past many closed, barren shops, seeing few people out, most of them were speaking in hushed tones, and looking around as if they expected Lord Voldemort to jump on top of them and perform an unforgivable. I didn't really worry, my father was after all, a death eater, no matter how much I wanted it not to be true. And to top it off, he was one of the dark lords most loyal. I became lost in thought about all this, when suddenly we walked into the store.
"Welcome, Mrs. Demion!" A witch with a sunken face and a black cloak that draped on the floor greeted mother and me. "New robes for Dantes? Of course. Come, follow me." She led me over, next to where a boy with platinum blond hair was being pinned as he stood on a stool.
"Draco." I said, as I recognized him.
"Dantes." He replied, inclining his head.
"Stand up here, dear." The witch ordered, as she pulled out some fabrics.
In the background of the shop, Draco and my mother were greeting each other happily.
"Going back to school then?" I asked. He had gone on and on about how he wasn't going back this year, but I knew he would come back. Narcissa would never allow him to just leave school like that...
"Mother says I must." He said, a hint of anger in his voice. "She always makes me do things I don't want to do! I mean, what use is it to go back to school? Now that that oaf is dead..."
I lent a consoling ear as I always did, while he went on about how horrid and paranoid his mother was for about a half hour as our robes were made. Usually, after he let out all his feelings, like when Pansy started cheating on Draco for Zabini, we would have a steamy make-out session, but seeing as we were being pinned and our mothers were within eye-shot, we decided to postpone it with an unspoken agreement.
Once we were done being pinned, we did the rest of our shopping with draco and Narcissa, ending up in a new ice cream shop called Mezda and Pezda's. When we were done with our ice creams, Draco leaned over, and kissed me softly on the lips, then continued until we were locked in a burning embrace. Meanwhile, Mother and Narcissa gossiped about this and that, and then, discreetly talked about their husbands. But it was nothing that could betray the dark lord, or that would be useful to the 'enemy'.
Suddenly, Mother laughed and said "Goodness, you two! Well we'd better go, Sedecim should be home soon... It was nice seeing you Narcissa, Draco. We'll see you at the party next week?"
"Of course! See you next week!" She replied, and Draco nodded.
"Goodbye, Narcissa, bye Draco." I said, giving him a kiss goodbye.
We headed back to the leaky cauldron and flooed back to the mansion.
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