Draco apparated into the living room of his vacation home and the overwhelming smell of his mother stopped all breaths he intended on taking in the near future. It was the smell of a perfume he only smelled from her, being that it was far too exspensive for any normal person he came across to wear. It had notes of soft flowers, adding to her gentle disposition. But, Draco was now questioning his stay here, afraid the smell would cause him to relive many memories he'd rather not travel back to in his mind.

His mother had bought this house in Nice after the war, when his father had been sentenced to life in Azkaban. She was devastated and needed a place to escape the memories the Manor held.

Yes, escape was what this houses purpose was. So here Draco was, escaping his life. Escaping the day-to-day routine he had become so in sync with. Escaping the constant hammering from his mother to go on dates and get married and give her plenty of grand children and only then find some time to make himself happy.
Escaping the countless number of assistants in his office throwing themselves at him daily as well as the vulture-like manor Pansy had developed when she was moved to the same department as him. Overall, though, escaping the loneliness that being Draco Malfoy was.

In many ways, Draco was just trying to escape himself. He wasn't proud of what his life had turned into. He didn't like the fact that his reputation from Hogwarts and his father still influenced every first impression he was given. He didn't feel like that little boy anymore. Though, it wasn't like anyone would know this. Draco wasn't raised in the kind of family where feelings were respected or listened to.

So, Draco didn't even bother telling his mother he was staying here for the week. All he managed to do was leave a note on his boss's desk the morning before. The one thing he regretted about not being at work was missing Pansy's face when she realized he wasn't there. He wondered if she too would become ill and need to stay home.

Actually scratch that, Draco didn't care. He didn't even know why he was wasting his intelligence on thinking of such things. He tried to make a habit of not wasting his brain cells on people not worth his time, someone like Pansy.

Draco had never actually stayed in his mother's vacation house, but the second thing he noticed about it is that it's very white, a big contrast to the manor. The furniture all had an old, French antique feel and the house had small places of color. Draco made his way up the marble staircase and explored the four bedrooms. The first two each had a set of twin beds, the first set white and yellow and the second set white and pink. The next room was very spacious with a queen bed and windows that overlooked the pool and the water. It's color scheme was white and orange, very orange, but he figured this was probably the most masculine room he would find so he set his stuff down.

The last bedroom was white and blue, and definitely belonged to his mother. It had a walk-in-closet and an enormous marble tub that was the center piece of the bathroom. As un-masculine as it may have been, Draco had to admit he might be using that tub later on. Hot water had a nice radar for finding aching muscles one never knew were causing pain to begin with.

The wind lightly palmed Draco's face as he walked through the French doors that led to the balcony. He had to hide a smirk as happiness spread intensely through his body. This place was definitely a perfect escape home.

I've been feeling the urge...no the need to write again. I'm not feeling up to attempt work on my novel idea, so I thought I'd revisit this. I've always enjoyed getting inside of Hermione and Draco as characters...so I thought I'd experiment with writing Draco (something I've never done before). I'm not sure if I will do that throughout the story or not, but it was nice. An escape lol