-CHAPTER TWO-

Orders

The next morning Jasmine slipped out of the room before Draco woke up, he was always so grumpy in the mornings, even more so with a hangover.

Hurrying through the silent manor, everyone still passed out she got to her own rooms and dumped her shoes and sitting at the vanity, taking the pins out of her hair.

"Have fun last night?" came a smooth voice and she spun around to see her father sitting one of the high backed leather armchairs in front of the extinct fire place, a glass in hand. She smirked back before turning back to the mirror.

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Really? Because I heard the funniest story, it seems McNair found a very embarrassed Mr White tied to a chair in the sitting room last night. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

Jasmine turned back, smiling sweetly. "He was trying to take advantage of me Daddy," she simpered before grinning evilly. "And he was pissing me off."

He laughed softly. "Yes, but you and Mr Malfoy seemed to get along fine last night, all night and this morning."

"Which Mr Malfoy are we talking about?" she asked innocently.

"Really was Lucius there too?"

"Well what do you want to hear? That I was a wild child and we had hot and kinky sex all night, or I'm a good little girl?"

"The truth," he said simply.

"I can still wear white," she answered simply. "We only talked, drank and slept, nothing more. Draco's a friend."

"I must admit I'm glad you're not like every other girl around here."

"You mean all the sluts?" He chuckled again.

"Yes, it shows strength, I'm proud of you."

"Thankyou, Father, it means a lot to me." She said softly.

"So, you all ready for Hogwarts tomorrow?"

"Suppose, I still don't understand though."

"What don't you understand?" Standing up she went over and sat in the chair across from him. He had changed a lot in the last few months. Gone was the skeletal ghostly appearance, he now looked like a normal handsome 40 year old with a strong jaw and dark hair, grey lines at the temple. But his eyes, they were still blood red.

"Well, you're sending me to Hogwarts to be taught under a Mudblood loving fool and with Potter. Saying that it's because you want me to get closer to Draco is a pretty crappy reason."

He surveyed her carefully before rubbing his chin. "I suppose I should have known it was stupid to tell you such a thing, I do have other plans for you, but, at the moment all I want you to do is go to school, get into Slytherin and don't draw attention to yourself."

"OK," she nodded, knowing it would be pointless to pry any further. He placed his glass down on the table between them before standing up and looking down at her.

"I must leave, things to attend to. I won't see you before you go to school but I will write." Jasmine stood and walked over to him.

Hugging her father was a very different experience. Not that she'd ever experienced a hug from any other parental figure, but she knew it was not normal. It didn't hold the same warmth as a hug from Draco would but it wasn't exactly cold. Draco said she was lucky, he never got hugs from his parents. Hugs with Father held respect and that's all she cared about, it was as close as she was ever going to get to love from him. She pulled away and smiled up at him.

"I know this sounds so stupid but, be careful, OK?"

He laughed softly. "OK, goodbye, my daughter." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead before leaving the room, his robes billowing out behind him.

Looking down at the table Jasmine picked up the glass he'd left and downed it in one go, coughing as it burned her throat. Her father had strong tastes. Shaking her head she made her way across the room and into the bathroom, slipping off her dress as she went. Stepping under the hot spray she almost moaned in relief as it soothed her hangover.

After standing under the water for a good half an hour her skin was starting to wrinkle. Stepping out she wrapped herself up in a fluffy towel and left the bathroom. After casting a drying charm of her hair she slipped on a black tank top and baggy jeans with plain silver hoops in her ears and her trainers before heading down to the kitchen. No one else would be up until noon so there was no need to eat in the dining room.

"Good morning Miss!" squeaked Cheeky as she sat down on a stool.

"Morning, Cheeky, Missy, Sneaky and Slinky, how are you all this morning?"

"Good, Miss!" they all replied together.

"What do you want for breakfast, Miss?" asked Sneaky.

"Um, how about scrambled eggs on toast and some orange juice."

"Make that two, with some bacon with mine," said Draco coming into the kitchen.

"Of course, Miss and Sir." The house elves all ran off and started cooking as Draco sat down across from her.

"Sleep well?" Jasmine asked.

"Can't complain," answered Draco.

"Father came and spoke to me this morning."

"Really?" his hand stopped in midair as he reached for his drink.

"Yeah, I asked him about the Hogwarts thing."

"And?"

"He said he does have plans for me but at the moment he just wants me to be a good little girl and stay outta trouble." Cheeky came over and put your plates down. "Thanks."

"What do you think it could be?"

"I don't know," she sighed and the two began to eat in silence for a few minutes. "Well, your father tells you to make Potters life a living hell, but mine says 'not to draw attention to myself', so I think it means I'm not to bate him as you do, so I stay away and keep out of both his good and bad books. But being in Slytherin and being seen with you will automatically make him wary of me…I hate it when he does this."

"You'll work it out, doesn't matter what you do it always works out."

"Yeah, hope so."