Draco eyed Acacia carefully, wondering what it was about her that people were after. All he knew was that she needed to hide as much as he did. More perhaps, he wasn't sure yet. She was certainly a mystery that he had to solve sooner rather than later. He was not going to let her know as much and so he went back to the usual cold as ice routine.
"My reputation precedes me, does it?" A carefully planned smirk crept easily over his lips, enough to emphasise his cool exterior but not enough as to make it seem worked at. He could do a perfect cocky bastard impersonation when he had to. It was an art he had perfected. Unluckily for him, Acacia seemed to have it perfected just as well. Let the battle of the egos begin!
"No, just that you look like your father" Acacia replied with a complacent shrug. She knew it would interest him that she had met his father. How could she not have? Her father had introduced them a while ago before things had gotten heated in the wizarding world and everybody had gotten to know exactly what she was. That had turned her perfect life upside down so she was far from impressed. "Lucius was just as arrogant too; it must be a family thing"
Draco felt his blood begin to boil. How dare this cocky little nobody talk about his father in that manner! He glared at her, his cheeks going a faint shade of pink. "How dare you talk about my father? What the hell are you anyway?" In his anger he had let slip the most important of his questions.
Acacia began to laugh, turning her back on him. She strolled at ease through the flower garden and down towards the house. Now that he could no longer see her face she allowed herself a frown. He could ask what she was until he was blue in the face but she was not going to tell him. That would endanger him and even though Malfoy seemed to be an arrogant sod he was a person and she did not want any more people to be put at risk because of her.
Draco sighed in exasperation before trailing after her. He could see this girl getting on his nerves very quickly. He could see himself having to kill her even sooner than that. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of the jeans he had been forced to wear he fought back the urge the hang her in the air by her feet. Was she a Pureblood? He wondered why he had thought that but in the end it did matter.
By this time Acacia had reached the front door and pushed it open. A smile flickered upon her face as she saw the interior. She was walked into the living room, painted white with wooden flooring. In it there was a pair of white leather sofas, a fireplace and a small Muggle radio. As she wandered inside she saw a staircase, past which was a large kitchen including a small wooden dining table big enough for two people. This made her laugh a little; it was as if the house knew who was going to occupy it.
"Like it knew we were coming, isn't it?" Draco's voice made Acacia jump, startled that he had crept up behind her so silently. She spun around and faced him with an icy glare. Her heart was hammering in her chest though it was starting to settle down again. Oh she was going to murder him!
"Don't creep up on me, damn it!" Acacia snapped, hands settled on her hips. Most people would have backed away under her fierce gaze but not Draco. He merely looked back in her in mild amusement. He took a strange pleasure in catching her off guard and scaring her. It was funny to say the least.
Draco smirked, lifting one hand and casually pushing a stray lock of unruly blonde hair from his face. He took his time in replying as if it was unimportant to him "Oh, so sorry, I didn't realise you were so sensitive" His smile faded as she took a step forward so they were a mere inch apart. He could feel her breath on his face and see the rage and fear in her eyes. For a moment he felt a bit guilty for what he had done. It didn't last long.
Acacia glared at him, standing with her nose almost touching his. "Most of the wizarding world wants to catch me and use my powers. They want to hurt me, even kill me if they have to. If I die then part of our world could crumble. Do you have any idea how hard it is to go on knowing all that? Do you know what it feels like to fear both good and evil in life?" She arched an eyebrow. When he did not reply she walked past him towards the stairs. Stomping up the steps she went to look at what lay on the next floor, leaving Draco standing alone and confused.
He frowned, a little dazed and uncertain as to how to handle this firecracker of a girl. What the hell was she?!