Chapter 2: Dining with Wealthy Assholes
Burly footsteps pierced Vivian's room, placing a mannish hand on her slight shoulder, gently jerking her awake, again. Vivian turned on to her back, running a hand through the thick locks.
"What?" she asked, still half asleep.
"Time for dinner." Draco pronounced in a booming voice, giving Vivian a painful headache.
"Could please just shut that flappin' mouth of yours?" Vivian insulted as she changed positions, her back facing him.
Draco looked at her with chilling orbs but Vivian didn't have a care in the world. Personally, she was secretly whished for the hog to drop where he stood so she couldn't listen to his demands and such.
"NO! THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU LISTEN TO ME!" he screamed. He could only take so much before his temper would get the best of him.
"I'm not hungry." She replied in a small whisper.
"Too bad, you're still coming to dinner. Be ready within half an hour." He ordered as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.
"Whatever." Vivian moaned as she slowly sat up, trying not to add to the speed of the spinning room.
She slid out of the bed, towards her already full closet. Magic was such a convenience that she was glad that she didn't need to worry about discharging all of the many clothing that she possessed. Vivian threw on a black tank top, laying it with a shear black long sleeved shirt with regular jeans and black flats. She trudged to the bathroom, applied mascara and ran a brush through her hair. Vivian at least looked half way descent.
Suddenly she heard somebody enter her room without permission, more than likely it was Draco. He considered himself a master that should be obeyed but Vivian was an independent woman and didn't take to the idea of a master.
"Trinity, are you ready yet?" he growled.
"Yes." She said as she exited the bathroom and stood against the doorframe.
"Go and change. You look horrible, especially with that top." He sneered.
"What's wrong with my top?" she questioned.
"You can your tattoos." He stated matter of fact.
"So, you're parents know that I have tattoos." Vivian shrugged.
"That isn't elegant for a young lady." He smirked.
"Since when do I care about being elegant?"
"Oh, believe me, I know that but you know how things work around here. Not everybody can be as improper as your family." Draco snarled.
Vivian's head started to ache again and she didn't feel like bantering. However, she had planned on kicking his snobby but all around the property.
"Fine, I'll change. But only the top." She stated as she took off the shear top and threw on a solid, fitting, long sleeved shirt with a low v-neck that revealed the tank underneath the material.
"is this better?" she asked modeling the shirt.
He gazed at her for a moment taking in her beauty. She had really transformed since the last time he had seen her. Her body was thinner and curvier. Her hair had gotten longer contrasting to her lightly tanned skin.
Draco was brought out of his fantasy by her delicate voice.
"Come on, let's get this over with." She complained as she exited the room.
Draco hurried to her side. His nose caught a whiff of her perfume, which smelled of lavender.
"Wait." Draco stopped her.
"What?"
"I'm your escort this evening." He smirked, proudly.
"Oh, great." Vivian linked their arms together. She was dreading the entire evening.
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"Miss. Trinity, what will you be eating tonight?" a wrinkled dwarf asked her.
Vivian did not have an appetite what so ever. The hangover was still looming and her appetite had not returned to normal. She hadn't eaten a crumb all day for fear she would get sick from the very sight of any food.
"Chicken soup in the small bowl." Vivian ordered.
Although she wasn't hungry she didn't want to be rude either for it was her first night staying in the manor. Although she didn't like the Malfoys she still had to behavior because her behavior reflected on to her family.
Draco sat next to Vivian as she started to fiddle with the end of her cloth napkin, already growing bored of the evening.
"So, Vivian how is school?" Narcissa asked, suddenly including her in the dull conversation.
"Just fine." She said shortly.
The elf brought out dinner and placed a bowl in front of her and then moved on to the next person to serve.
Vivian sat there staring down at the bowl of noodles that were floating along the surface of the liquid. Chunks of chicken floated within solution. The steam wrapped around her nose, sending sick impulses straight to her stomach.
Vivian picked up her spoon and scooped up some of the meal, trying to be obvious how sick she was starting to feel.
Suddenly her body couldn't take it any longer. She jumped out of the chair with her hand over her mouth, raced up the staircase, into her room and landed at the toilet. Her body felt the relief of the sudden emptiness that overtook her.
"That was just brilliant work." Draco beamed as he watched Vivian flush the toilet and head to the sink to clean her dirty mouth.
"Shut up! Why cant you just leave me alone, especially now?" she questioned as she squeezed toothpaste on to her toothbrush and started cleaning her teeth and improving the scent of her breath.
"Because this is just too much bloody fun to see you with a hangover. I wonder how you act when you're drunk." He pondered.
She spat the solution out and rinsed her mouth. She walked out of the bathroom, passed Draco. She discarded the evening shirt, just leaving her tank top on, along with getting rid of her shoes and pants.
Then she crawled in bed, desiring to go back to sleep.
"What? No come back." He asked as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, somewhat flexing the brute force of his arms.
"No…now please go and apologize to your parents for me, please." She said as she lied down, nearing sleep.
"What do I get in turn?" he stood and walked to the edge of the bed, towering over her.
"I don't know. Come up with something, but not right now." She yawned.
"Fine." Draco finally left the room and Vivian flowed back into her dreamy state.