Eyes wired shut
Eyes wired shut
Running through my brain
I'm Pulling back the skin it happens, we're getting older
Eyes wired shut
Running through my brain
It's all the same, but in the end it keeps me coming
Rules
Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy walked off of Hogwarts Express together; since Lucius Malfoy had been sent off to Azkaban Narcissa Malfoy had invited Blaise to Malfoy manner for the summer to help keep her son's mind off of his father.
Both Blaise and Draco immediately felt something different at King's cross station this year, they weren't exactly sure what, but something was strange…then Draco saw her…his mother Narcissa, was there to receive her son and his best friend. That never happened, ever. It had always been just Lucius, no Narcissa. "What the bloody hell is she doing here?" Draco muttered in utter disbelief as he pointed his mother out to Blaise.
"I've no idea mate, but that is most certainly beyond belief. What's next, your fiancée being some mud blood bitch?" Blaise chuckled as they approached Narcissa.
"Don't joke about that, with my luck as of late it would end up being Granger." Draco hissed.
"Hello boys, how was the trip, dreadful I imagine, as it always was for me when I was your age?" Narcissa commented as they made their way to the Malfoy enchanted Limo.
"Of course your right, the trip was as bloody long and boring as usual. Why aren't we apparating home?" He questioned as the got into the limo.
"Not this time, I'm afraid my son. I want to be able to take the time to enjoy myself while you father is gone." She remarked with the infamous Malfoy smirk.
Draco hadn't seen his mother so vengefully cheerful since she found out that Draco had been sorted into Slytherin house in his first year at Hogwarts. Times had been rather rough for her though, Lucius had turned to drinking frequently, and this brought out the more violent side of him. Narcissa, for the most part had gotten the worst of the beatings to try to protect her only child, but that had not kept Lucius from beating Draco within an inch of his life the previous summer. When Draco was home, he tried desperately to protect his mother as she had done for him, but it only enraged his father even more, and made things much worse for himself, and Narcissa.
Blaise noticed the change in Narcissa right away nearly, and he liked that his best friend's mother could relax, because that meant more fun and less trouble for him and Draco. "Will Blaise be attending your engagement party darling?" Narcissa asked.
"I expect so; I still need to get all the details sorted out with her, assuming her parents have informed her of the news. I sent Denali this morning, so things should progress as according to schedule," Draco explained to his mother, as they pulled onto the Malfoy estate. They boys and Narcissa were silent as they exited the care and entered Malfoy manor. As soon as they opened the door Draco gasped in surprise, as did Blaise! Narcissa had done some…redecorating to say the least.
"Close your mouth Draco, it's not that drastic of a change, the house needed a little color and some life." Narcissa insisted, as she fixed and arrangement of flowers that sat atop the entrance table.
"No mother, I like it, it's fantastic…" Draco complimented, not really sure if he was lying or telling the truth.
"It's beautifully done Narcissa," Blaise admired the pale green color the room was and the new bright paintings hanging delicately on the walls.
"Alright you two enough flattery, off you go, I'll have the elves bring you your dinner in an hour or so," she sounded slightly annoyed as she shooed them out of her sight.
"She must have a few screws loose. My father will die of shock when he sees the manor! That is of course, if he ever manages to get out of Azkaban," Draco sighed as they entered his room.
"She's not as crazy as you might think. My mum does stuff like that all the time; she probably is just trying to keep herself busy, to keep from thinking about your father." Blaise assured him. The boys occupied their hour before their meal by playing Wizard's chess, Draco annihilating Blaise in three moves in the first of three games.
After dinner Draco did laps in his pool for nearly an hour, while Blaise buried himself in to the letter he was writing to him mother, in response to the announcement of her eighth marriage.
When Draco emerged from the pool, he took a shower and then stood over Blaise, reading his mail. It took Blaise a whole ten minutes to notice that Draco had read the letter his mother had sent him, and what he had written back to her. "She's getting married again 'ey, how many poor blokes have to die 'mysteriously' before she gets caught?" Draco wondered, "well, I guess if she's marrying him, he really isn't all that poor at all."
"Do you mind? I don't think that the entire Wizarding world needs to be involved in my family's business, besides, you're invading my bloody space!" Blaise snapped, hunkering over his parchment.
"So you've been placed in charge of the funeral arrangements again have you," Draco teased at his friend's sudden sensitivity on the subject. "Besides, you know me, I won't tell any one what's going on, it's Pansy you'd need to worry about."
"No, it's worse than funeral arrangements, I've been designated as the best man! I've never even met the unlucky bastard," Blaise hissed, "I'd rather be responsible for his death than be involved in this god forsaken fucking wedding!"
"It can't really be entirely that bad mate…"Draco started, as he walked back into his bathroom to change into his pajamas.
"It's the week of you engagement party, and they're getting married in Mongolia! That's nearly a whole bloody world away!" Blaise shouted in rage.
Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise as his friend's outburst of hostility towards him, "that could present a problem in the future. Don't worry about it mate, we'll think of some way to get you out of it, we still have a couple months."
"True, well, I'm off to find Delphi, to send this…speaking of which, had Denali come back yet?"
"No, but she'll be back soon I'm sure, maybe not tonight, but soon enough." Draco shrugged as Blaise left in search of the other Malfoy Eagle Owl. 'Denali, where are you, why hasn't she responded yet?' he sighed as he thought this, flopping on to his king sized bed. Blaise returned moments later, satisfied with how quick his response to his mother was.
"Draco, if it's bothering you that much that you don't know who she is, just ask her. It's not that hard, so stop being such a pussy about it." He commented studying the distortion of the way his friend's body was strewn across the bed, and the look of pure and utter confusion smeared across Draco's perfectly structured face.
"That's breaking the rules of the betrothal tradition! There has to be a way to find out who she is without actually breaking the rules…this is going to torment me the entire summer, I have to know who she is…what if it's Parkinson? My life will be bloody over!" He wailed in distress.
"Relax mate, get some sleep, I'm sure she'll come to you in your dreams." Blaise said bidding Draco good night and leaving the room. Draco climbed under his sheet and comforter and fell into a deep, yet restless, and fitful sleep.
"Where am I?" Draco asked himself out loud as he crept silently through the forest, he didn't recognize these woods, he was unsure of where he was going, and how he would get out of there.
"…Dragon…" someone whispered in his ear, he shuddered and spun around to find no one behind him.
"What the hell is going on here?" He shouted.
"…Dragon…" the voice sounded again this time a little louder.
Draco continued to walk through the woods, following the sound of the voice that was calling his name, when he saw her.
She was beautifully dressed in a flawless white satin gown, it was strapless and had a small amount of beading decorating the trim and torso, her hair was a medium brown that was streaked with blonde high lights, and had orchids decorating it.
He woke suddenly with a start at the tapping of an Eagle Owl at his window. He looked at his bedside clock, 'two o'clock in the bloody morning Denali are you bloody mad?' he thought as he opened the window for the massive bird to enter his room.
He noticed that he was sweating, so he left the owl on her perch for a moment so he could splash some ice cold water on his face to regain his composure, once he did that he returned to Denali who hooted, and lifted her leg so he could remove the letter she was carrying.
Dear Dragon,
I know that Denali is rather late with this letter, but I just couldn't sleep with out knowing who you are. I need to know who I'm giving my heart away too for the rest of my life, so I can be prepared for bliss or disaster. Please, if it is at all possible, can you give me a hint to who you are?
Faithfully yours,
Butterfly
"If only things were that easy 'ey Denali?" Draco sighed as he re-read the letter. He went back to bed regretfully and desperately tired to get back to sleep before dawn crept into his room.