A Mockery For Your Delight

Chapter Two—

Point of View: Third Person; Outside World

Location: Ollivander's Wand Shop, Diagon Alley

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A BRIEF PAUSE.

You're probably demanding to know what's going on again. Well, there was a timeskip. Why? Well, for the sake of the rating, let's just say that to convince Rayne that yes, there IS a Hogwarts, Lucius had to take her virginity.

Or maybe he just had to talk her into it really slowly and in a boring fashion that the author doesn't want to write out. Believe what you want to belive.

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Lucius Malfoy kept one icy gray eye on Rayne at all times. So far she had been oddly complacent, allowing him to take her to Diagon Alley to get school supplies.

It was a good thing she didn't know the details of her "special acceptance" to Hogwarts. Ominous music cued in softly in the background as Lucius fingered the dark, evil letter of secrets in his pocket and watched Rayne go through the process of choosing a wand.

Ollivander was not particularly fond of any of the Malfoys. Something always caught fire or sprouted fangs when they were trying out wands, and by now he was smart enough to duck whenever they waved something pointy at him.

As a result, he couldn't help but feel suspicious of this strange, slightly emo-looking girl. At least she wasn't pointing the wands he handed her straight at him.

"Hmm... try this..." he muttered, handing her a fourth wand. "White birch, quite supple, hair from the tail of a full-grown unicorn for the core..."

He had never quite gotten out of the habit of creepily muttering the wand's background information to whoever was nearby. Old age does that.

Rayne took the wand, giving it a small wave and trying not to aim at anything. Sparks the color of moonbeams spat out from the wandtip, making a sound like a small, hissing firecracker.

Ollivander nodded with satisfaction.

"Perfect. That will be nine galleons, please."

Lucius paid the man and led Rayne out of the shop.

"That's all I need, right?" Rayne questioned, looking trustingly up into Lucius's always-icy gray eyes.

Inwardly, she sighed. His eyes… they look so cold… I wish I could hug them to warm them up… (Physical and anatomical impossibilities have never stopped our plucky heroine.)

"Hm?" Lucius blinked, startled from his thoughts (most of them related to Rayne's unnaturally gullible nature). "Oh, yes. Unless you want some sort of animal..."

He gestured offhandedly at the Owl Emporium. He secretly hoped she did not. Lucius had never liked animals and animals had never liked Lucius. End of story.

Thankfully, Rayne had picked up on this, and requested something to eat instead.

Then, something epic and life-changing happened: Lucius took Rayne home to his sexy Malfoy Mansion.

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It turns out that, if your name is Rayne and you have lived in a crowded urban area for the majority of your life, you can suddenly develop agoraphobia when led into an insanely huge, spacious house of sexyness. Hypothetically, one closely resembling or identical to Malfoy Manor.

So, Rayne screamed.

And Lucius winced.

It wasn't the cast-iron gates with the suspiciously human-looking skulls that set her off. Nor was it the slimy black creature that had tried to leap out of the moat and take a bite out of her.

If he was following her gaze correctly, it was the chandelier. (He was wrong– the original cause of her scream was the aura of pure male pheromones, which can be overwhelming at first in large doses.)

Rayne was still screaming, turning around and around in circles, her eyes flicking from the chandelier to the cathedral ceiling to the enormous fireplace to the sculpture of a naked woman perched seductively by the staircase. Very quickly she became quite dizzy and out of breath.

So she took a deep breath of rich, spacious air that somehow tasted like ridiculous amounts of money, and screamed again.

Lucius put two well-manicured fingers to his temple. Although Rayne was moderately attractive, her overall weirdness was really unraveling his nerves.

With a flick of his hand, he sent the many packages and bags of newly purchased things up the (very wide, very posh) curved staircase and down one of the halls leading off from it.

Then he Apparated up to his rooms, where he flopped down on his (king-sized, silk-sheeted, mattress stuffed with baby swan feathers) bed and bemoaned his fate in typical angsty Malfoy fashion.

Just because the majority of the Manor was soundproof did not mean that Draco Malfoy, Lucius's devilishly attractive and dirty-minded son, couldn't somehow hear Rayne's constant screeching. Thinking one of the house elves had dropped something hot on itself again, he quickly made his way out of his (large, posh, and dimly lit) room and to the top of the staircase.

He was busy trying to decide whether to tell the elf off or watch when he realized that it was a girl that was making such God-awful noises.

And he supposed she was kind of hot, even with her eyes squinched shut and her mouth open and bellowing. He didn't really wonder what she was doing in his house. Today happened to be his birthday. And, because Draco was a very stupid git at times, he assumed that this—meaning the girl—was a present from his father.

(Also because misunderstandings create plot. And everybody likes a bit of plot with their fanfiction… though probably not of this variety.)

So, with a catty, masculine sort of grace that all Malfoys seemed to possess (the lucky bastards), he descended the staircase (which was carpeted with recently shampooed grizzly bear skins), and stood in front of the girl.

He waited for her to notice him and stop screaming.

And she did, when she ran out of air and opened her eyes while she panted. She would have started her caterwauling again at the sight of the hot boy standing in front of her if her throat hadn't been practically bleeding from the strain of her idiocy. Draco's nearness had also sent a fresh wave of pheromones washing over her, which, after the initial panic-attack, often cause sudden calm and peace of mind. (You're supposed to call your doctor if you also experience indigestion, internal bleeding, or stroke symptoms.)

"Wh—Who are you?" is what she asked instead, when she had gotten her breath back.

It had taken all of Malfoy's willpower to keep his eyes off of her heaving chest and on her face instead.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy. Here, come with me." He said smoothly, reaching over and taking her hand. His eyes never seemed to leave hers.

And, because Rayne thought that maybe he was some sort of servant—another very stupid misunderstanding that doesn't really make any sense—she allowed him to lead her up the stairs, down the hall, and into his bedroom.

Point of View: First Person; Rayne

Location: Malfoy Manor

Why was I following this very hot boy? I guess because I'm the clueless main character, and that's just what I do. I get myself into sexytiems with boys… totally on accident most of the time. I think.

Right?

I mean, it made total sense that I was now standing in a bedroom that obviously belonged to a dude (a dude with very cool tastes in coloring), and that was also dimly lit in a sexy way and had a really big, soft-looking bed in it.

Still, for some reason, I didn't realize that there was something weird going on until this Draco boy slid his arm around my waist and suck his face against my neck.

Point of View: Third Person; Outside World

Location: Malfoy Manor. Specifically, Draco's Bedroom.

"Mmm…." Malfoy sighed into Rayne's neck.

She smelled very nice, apparently. She didn't even seem to be very surprised that a total stranger was coming on to her.

Well, that was just fine with him.

The hand that wasn't rubbing against her hip was now tracing the shoulder seam of her black hoodie, and she still hadn't moved away. Malfoy had pressed an open-mouthed kiss just beneath her ear, sensing victory, when—

"What—What are you doing?" Rayne yelped, pulling out of his grasp and whirling around. Apparently, her thought processes had finally pulled themselves together and started up again (thanks, pheromones). "What—What—" she shook her head from side to side, as if to clear it, then pushed past him and ran down the hallway.

Moments after her footsteps had faded, a hand clamped down hard on Draco's shoulder.

"We need to have a talk." Lucius said coldly (A., because he was pissed, and B., because he is not exactly the warm and fuzzy type).

Point of View: First Person; Rayne

Location: Somewhere in Malfoy Manor

I only stopped running when I realized I was totally lost. And out of breath. And even more freaked out than I thought I was.

I also really needed a bathroom.

Well, with a potty in mind, I did eventually find a bathroom—all gold and white. The toilet had a heated seat and an automatic flusher thingy that flushed at exactly the right time. Plus there was some kind of soothing, atmospheric jazz playing in the background.

As I washed my hands with lavender-scented soap (that I suspected had flakes of actual gold and scraps of American dollars in it), I returned to my freaked out state of mind despite the calming effect of the jazz music.

Who had I just met? Why had he come on to me? Why couldn't I catch my breath when I thought of him? And why was there a little green creature with big ears and a long nose standing next to me all of a sudden?

"Master wishes to see you in the Gargoyle Sitting Room," the creature said in a squeaky voice, and bowed. "Mudgy will lead you there, if the Lady wishes."

I cleared me throat and nodded, even though I had no idea what the frigg was going on.

"Okay… uh, Mudgy. Take me to…. To… err…. Master." I said nervously.

The creature nodded seriously and hooked two long, bony fingers in my belt loop. Before I had time to protest or something, there was a loud cracking sound, and the world disappeared.

Point of View: Third Person; Outside World

The world came back.

The Gargoyle Sitting Room was not exactly pleasant. Mainly because it had the word 'gargoyle' in its name. This room had a dark color scheme, and a gargoyle statue in each corner. An enormous ebony fireplace held flickering green flames, only increasing the overall creepyness of the room.

And what with the two pale-skinned, gray-eyed sex gods sitting calmly in two black armchairs, watching her, made her want to start screaming again.

"Rayne, this is Draco, my son. I believe you've… met?" Lucius put a light stress on the last word, making the girl blush uncomfortably for a second.

"Yeah," she said, frowning at the blonde boy. "We have."

"Well." Lucius pressed the pads of his fingers together in a steeple and leaned back in his chair. "I believe Draco has an apology for you."

Two streaks of red appeared across Draco's cheekbones as he glared daggers at his feet.

"Sorry."

Lucius didn't push the matter further.

"Now," he said. "Rayne, you realize that Malfoy Manor is your new home. Since I am your godfather," (Well, that explains a lot)"And your parents are now dead" (One never would have guessed) "I am your legal guardian. We haven't been able to find any traces of other, closer relatives, so this is your only other option besides—" he sniffed in distaste, "Foster care."

Rayne shuddered at the very idea of living with a loving, middle-class family when she could live in Malfoy Manor with the sex gods (one of them with a wife that doesn't exist for this fanfiction) and their shredded-money soap.

"I'll stay here, thanks." she said.

And hopefully that boy won't try to molest me again, she thought brightly.

"Tomorrow, you and Draco will be going to Hogwarts."

Lucius gave Draco a Look that said 'And you damn well better behave yourself, son,' then continued.

"I suggest that everyone get a good night's sleep." He stood gracefully and made a little flicking motion with his hand at the green fire, which promptly went out. The room was plunged into darkness.

"Draco, show Rayne to her rooms." Came the older man's voice. A moment later, there was the loud crack of someone Apparating.

Then silence.

Rayne waited a moment before trying to make her way towards where she thought the door was. However, having a very poor (actually, nonexistent) photographic memory, she tripped and fell awkwardly into one of the armchairs almost instantly.

"Lumos," Draco muttered. Light bloomed from the tip of his wand, which he had pulled out of his pocket. "Here," he said, helping Rayne up. "This way."

Without another word, glance, or any sort of come-on, he led her out and through a dizzying maze of thickly carpeted hallways.

Rayne's long, strange day was finally catching up to her, and she was finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

"In here," the boy opened a door and motioned inside.

As Rayne stepped into the room, light from an unknown source lit up the room, illuminating a silk-sheeted, king-sized bed. There were, of course, other pieces of furniture in the room, but the bed was all she had eyes for. She stumbled over to it and collapsed on the soft mattress, not bothering to undress, take off her shoes, make sure Draco had gone, or get under the covers. She just slept.

End of Chapter Two.