I give you chapter eight! After another... period of time. Longer then the last chapter, we're slowly getting to the end of the fic. I'll try to update sooner now that I'm on winter break.

The Malfoy manor had always been something a dark comfort to the residents. None ever seemed to have complained about it in the past, nor did they ever seem to have minded the darkness of the place. The former lord of the manor, Lucius Malfoy, had always favored the halls and most rooms black. The lady of the manor, Narcissa Malfoy, was quiet the opposite. She had her study, which was more of a sitting room, and was pure white, with the exceptions of her two leather couches, and one arm chair. Once Lucius stepped foot in the room, he demanded that it be turned a different color. All other study rooms were just that. A room with a desk, several book shelves, a fire place, and many other items. There were a total of six studies. The largest of them had been Lucius'.

Nine years after the death of Lucius Malfoys, and the birth of the Malfoy twins, the manor remained in the same dark state. The lady of the manor having taken control of the home hadn't bothered to change the inner appearance of the manor, nor the outer appearance. With a total of five people within the walls of the vast manor, there wasn't much need for a change. Even with two nine year old girls running around the place, after their daily lessons, they had something to look at. Their room was lined with porcelain dolls. Many have been their mothers once, and several having been bought for them as birthday presents. Unlike many normal girls their age, they didn't seem to want anything to do with dolls. Much like their mother, they were concerned with their appearance, and what robes and dresses to wear.

In fact, all of the Malfoy women were like that, which often times made Draco wonder why he was still living with the lot of them. Other than the fact that when his mother finally passed away, the manor would become his, and he'd be able to kick all three of his sisters out. The twins, Senna and Patience, and his half sister, Kathryn, or Katie as she prefers. It wouldn't be anytime soon that his mother would finally kick the bucket, and he didn't mind the weight. However, he swore that if she kept sending him to his - his shrink, then he'd take his anger out on his sisters. Though Katie would likely curse him into next year.

A typical conversation with his shrink was pretty much: "How are you doing, Draco?" "Fine. Though, you know, I think I see dead people." "Ah, and how does that make you feel?" "What the bloody hell are you on?" "You hate your father, don't you?" "Oh, no. I could never hate a man who tried to murder me on more then one occasion, and left me for dead on another, and has been dead for eight years. What the bloody hell do you think!" "And how does that make you feel?" "Like smashing your face into that ghastly clip board of yours, why?" "Have a cookie."

However, today wasn't a day that Draco had to see that charming woman. In fact, he had spent most of his day lounging about in the main sitting room, which was by far one of the larger rooms, meant for when hosting a kind of party, or when entertaining. He had always liked the room, though as a child was never allowed in unless with his mother or father. Even during the parties that they hosted, he would be told to mingle in either the dinning room, or the back gardens. Now, he lay perfectly comfortable on one of the black couches, one arm behind his head, and the other covering his face. A black cloak had been tossed carelessly over the side of the couch, and hadn't been paid a bit of attention.

"Mother says you won't get anything done this way," a young voice drawled dryly from the entrance to the door. Little foot steps were heard entering the room, and all Draco could do was groan quietly to himself, and open his eyes under his arm. "And it's doing you absolutely no good to just lie around all day like a big lump on a log, you know that? Sister even says it bad for your health to just mope all day-"

"And I suppose Kathryn would know what's going on with me then?" Draco snapped, never once moving his arm from over his face. "You birds are exactly alike. All you do is chatter, and complain. Kathryn gets it from Pansy, and you and your mirror get it from Mother," he sneered, silently damning the fact that he had sisters, and three of them at that. "Which one are you anyway, Senna or Patience?"

The little girl growled. "Senna, you twit!" Senna scowled, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave a huff, her blue eyes narrowed on the man who was lazily lounging on the couch before her. Without much warning she walked over to her older brother and sat on him. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at him.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Draco sneered, instantly trying to sit up, but with the weight of his sister, that wasn't possible. He propped himself up on his elbows, a scowl etched onto his face. "You have a rather bony arse, I'll have you know."

The girl didn't answer him. Instead she sat there, her arms crossed over her chest, glaring down at her brother. There was something that he was hiding from everyone. He had come home the other night, from his meeting with Harry, and even then he seemed a bit off - almost wistful. Not once had she seen him like that. And if she remembered correctly, such feelings as wistfulness were not allowed, and were strictly against the Malfoy way. With her own scowl still etched onto her face she dropped her dead weight on Draco, continuing to glare down at the man, even as he winced. Senna loved this, and at the same time, she wanted to know what it was that her older brother was hiding from the rest of the family. It wasn't fair. It simply wasn't!

"Are you and Harry back together, or not?" She scowled. It was a simple question. Trust one of the Malfoy girls to be blunt, if anything. She, like her sisters, didn't like the fact that Draco was hiding something from them. Their mother hadn't yet caught on, and she wondered how long it would be before Narcissa finally caught on, and began to badger her own son.

Draco's lips slowly formed into a twisted scowl as he glared up at his sister. When she had dropped her dead weight, she had done it directly on his hip, and that wasn't the best of feelings. That was one of the reasons why he loathed living in a house full of girls. All of them, with the exception of his mother, were younger than him, too, and that just added to the annoyance. "I don't so how that is any of your concern," he spat bitterly, quickly jerking himself from under his sister, causing the girl to fall back ward into the couch. He sat up growling with frustration at his little sister, the nosey prat.

"Mother says it's a shame that you're still waiting around for him," the girl said airily as she straightened up.

Draco snorted bitterly. "Who says I give a damn about what Mother thinks? She's having me see a damn psychiatrist for God's sake!"

"It's for the best-"

"On my ass it is."

Frustrated, the girl sighed. There were several times when she and Patience, had wished that their father was still alive, even though Draco said that they were damned well lucky he was dead. They would have had more people around, and their would be more than just one male around the house hold. However, they understood that if Lucius Malfoy was still around, they would be considered the back up plan. That's what they were anyway. There wasn't a chance of Draco procreating, let alone marrying a female. Katie wasn't considered and actual Malfoy with the last name of Lestrange-Malfoy. The twins were already being called The Walking Talking Malfoy Rule Book by Draco, whom knew that rule book all to well.

It was almost insane how five people could live in one place that had so much room, and yet be so much alike, and never notice it. The twins were alike in so many ways other than their looks, Draco and Katie spent hours making sure that they were absolutely clean, and that their clothes were well pressed. However, all four of them thought exactly them same, always suspicious of something, and often times jumping to conclusions. And each were equally was whiney as the next.

"Are you ever going to get off your arse and actually do something around the house, or are we going to have a pantry full of house elves come and meet your every need. Quite frankly, Draco, that seems like a load of rubbish, not to mention a complete and total waste of time spent on moping around, wondering if your ex boyfriend is going to take you back," Senna said in one long, drawn out breath, her little blue beady eyes narrowed on her brother once more. "Now, honestly. Did you and Harry shag the other night or not?"

"Christ!" Draco growled loudly stomping up. He ran a hand through his hair, pretending that he did not just hear what he thought he had just heard. Never would he have expected one of the twins to ask him something like that, from Katie yes, the twins, never in his life. God. He blamed Katie for the way that the twins were turning out. Seriously, what more could be expected from the girl who, at the age of fourteen came up to him and said the blunt truth 'Draco. You're gay.'? He had been fifteen at that time, and the sad thing? It was the clear blue truth, and at the time, Katie was his cousin. "You know what? Yes. Yes, I shagged Harry flipping Potter the other night in an alley way next to the Three Broomsticks, and you know what else? I bloody well enjoyed it!"

Senna looked appalled. "Ugh," she said. "Draco, that's disgusting!"

The man rolled his eyes. "Then why the hell did you ask in the first place?"

"Because I didn't think that you would have actually answered!" The nine year old whined, wrinkling her nose. "I'm telling Mother!" And with that she had jumped off of the couch and scampered out of the room. Draco laughed.

"Go on then! You can tell her that I shagged him several times when I was sixteen! And several more times when I was seventeen, and I enjoyed every bloody minute of it, too!"