Disclaimer: Me no owny.
Summary: AU Eye for Eye. Love for Love. Life for Life. HD
Section One: An Introduction to Chivalry
Waking up as he had this morning was not what Draco Malfoy would call pleasant by any stretch of the word. In fact, it had been downright unpleasant He was already a naturally gruff person at any time of the morning, but feeling the need still to cry and scream over events in a dream he could only remember in short snatches did little to improve his "cheery" disposition, either.
And Malfoys do not cry, Draco added to himself.
"Mr. Malfoy, the new exhibit is opening today. We need you to check it over- not that we expect anything to be wrong, of course." The young man speaking had only been working at the museum a short time, but he had already learned, through first and second hand experience, that his boss's temper was not a force to be reckoned with.
"Fine. Coming." Draco said shortly before stalking towards the exhibit, dress shoes slapping loudly against the polished floor.
The museum was currently hosting a collection of medieval artifacts and artworks. He himself had had little time to examine each piece as he normally would have. The only chance he had had to see the pieces was the cursory glances he had given each artifact as they were transported to their temporary home in the west wing of the museum.
Reaching said west wing, he readied his clip-board, checklist and sharp tongue (just in case of mistakes, of course) and prowled through the new display.
Armor in place. Check.
Illuminated manuscript. Check
Painting. Che-Wait.
He paused in front of it, clip board dangling limply from his hand. The painting seemed to shine in his eyes. No, not shine. Shine would imply there was a tangible or understandable origin to the light, but this radiance emanated from some fay source deep within the art, focusing on the painting's subject.
A golden lion rearing in a field of red, the man's shield was the first thing Draco's eyes were drawn to. The shield's surface was unmarred, save for a miniscule chip in the top right-hand side. No one would have seen it unless they had known to look for it.
How do I know to look for it?
Why the artist had included such a detail confused Draco, but how the artist had noticed that detail stumped him.
Next, the knight's face, a familiar face, the face of-
His thoughts stopped short.
Of who?
He blinked. The spell was broken. Shaking himself, Draco tightened his grip on his ever-present clipboard. Determination set in and lined his face once more. Hisr composure, lost unknowingly in a moment of awe, returned, and with it, the caustic tones and stiff shoulders. The man turned, allowing himself one last moment of weakness, one last glance, at an object that had stolen his attention so forcefully.
Odd.
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A/N
Told you there was a first chapter!!
Second coming soon!
-Jessy