If I owned this, there would be Twincest.
"Here," Draco said, handing Victoria a bag of ice. They were outside Floren Fortescue's, sitting at one of the tables. She shook her head.
"No, it's ok. It's not that swollen..." She said, tenderly touching her nose.
"You have a black eye." He said hoarsely. Then he slammed his fist on the table. "Stupid Potter and that Weasly! I should've hexed them into the next life!" he fumed.
"That still wouldn't make any difference. What happened happened. Unless you have a Time Turner, You can't undo it." Draco looked down and nodded.
"I'm sorry, Victoria. This is partially my fault." She sighed, reaching out to take his hand. She was about to say something when she heard the elder Malfoy's call out their names.
"Draco! Victoria! You're early-" Lucius started, then saw the bloodstained handkerchief and cloak. "What happened?" He asked indignantly.
"It was an accident at the Quiddich store, that's all." She said, still holding Draco's hand. Narcissa glided to Victoria.
"Come with me." She said. Victoria shrugged and stood up to follow her to the ladies room. Narcissa pulled out a compact and started covering Victoria's bruised eye and nose with makeup.
"We, as ladies, must keep up appearances so as not to cause embarrassment." She said when she was finished, snapping the compact closed. Victoria checked herself in the mirror. "Ladies must always look their best."
"Thank you Mrs. Malfoy." She said as they went to join the Malfoy men. "All better!" She cried happily, kissing Draco on the cheek. He blushed and looked down. "What's next?" She asked Draco.
"We need to get you a new wand, first off." Lucius said. "Perhaps I can take you over to Ollivander while Narcissa and Draco buy school books." Victoria frowned. She really didn't want to be alone with Lucius, even in public. But before she could object, Narcissa agreed.
"An excellent idea, Darling. We'll meet at Madam Malkin's. Come, Draco." Without another word, she was sitting alone with Lucius. A waiter, seeing them sitting there, came over and asked them if they wanted to order.
"An ice cream cone." Lucius said, staring at Victoria expectantly, one eye brow arched.
"Vanilla." She whispered. The waiter nodded and hurried off.
"Do you like vanilla?" he asked a hint of laughter in his voice. She blushed and looked away.
"Does it matter!?" She fumed. But at that moment she was thinking, Lucius's hair is the same color, and it's soft, like feathers, or silk... She violently shook her head, trying to dispel those thoughts. Lucius chuckled as if he could read her mind. "Chocolate's better." She muttered.
"Then why on earth didn't you order it?" he countered, still smiling.
"You know, your hair is ridiculously long." She snapped, glaring at him. He laughed again.
"Why, thank you for noticing." He leaned toward her, his grey eyes locked with hers, predator scouting its prey. "No doubt you ordered vanilla because you were thinking of me." He reached out and held her hand. "I'm touched." He whispered, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles. The waiter came back with a two-scoop ice cream. Lucius thanked him and handed him three sickles. Before Lucius handed it to her, he took the first lick. "Would you like some of my ice cream cone?" he asked, offering it to her, sounding lewd and teasing. She couldn't stand another minute. She leaned in, feigning taking a bite, and then smacked it out of his hands.
"No thanks. I prefer chocolate." she said before jumping up and running away. She heard him calling her name, but she just ran faster.
She tried dodging through the crowd, tears blurring her vision. Soon she lost her sense of direction. Someone grabbed her arm and thinking it was Lucius, she lashed out with her fist, punching him in the face. He shrank back to reveal, not Lucius, but Harry.
"Oh! I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, trying to support him.
"Its ok." He said rubbing his nose. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that, but you looked upset." She nodded. "Is it about Malfoy?"
"Which one?" She said, rolling her eyes. He grinned.
"It must be hard being related to them."
"Oh no, its not. They're all really nice...to a point. I'm staying with them for a couple years."
"Really? Are you going to Hogwarts?"
"Um, yeah. As a fifth year." They started walking down the street together.
"We'll be in the same year, then." He said, grinning at her. She blushed and looked away.
"Hey, look! A candy stand!" She said hastily, hurrying to it. Then she remembered she didn't have any money. "Harry, could you spot me a couple galleons? I promise I'll pay you back." She gazed pleadingly at him, the same way she did with Draco. He stepped up and bought her a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. "Thank you, Harry." She said sweetly, kissing him on the cheek and diving into the bag. Harry turned red.
"W-why are you staying with the Malfoy's?" He asked absently. Victoria swallowed her mouthful and glared at him.
"My parents died, that's why." She started to walk away at a quick pace. Harry rushed to catch up with her.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted to know. Not many people would willingly live with the Malfoy's." He tried to say it jokingly, but Victoria whirled around and faced him.
"You don't like my cousin, I can see that much, but don't badmouth him! He's nice and sweet and he loves me, which is more than I can say for his father-" She clapped her hands to her mouth, fear in her eyes. "Forget I said that." She started walking again. He followed.
"How did your parents die?" He asked.
"An accident." She answered tonelessly. "My father used to experiment with the Dark Arts and one day it went wrong. My older brother, Colin, and I were the only survivors." She rubbed at her stinging eyes. "Sorry, my eyes." Harry offered her a chocolate frog. She smiled, watery-eyed, and took it. "Thank you."
"My parents are gone, too-"
"I know. The Boy Who Lived and all."
"Yeah, so I know what it's like. Although, it would be harder for you, you've known them all your life." Tears slipped down her face.
"Not long enough." She unwrapped the chocolate and took a bite. "I never really knew my parents. They were always leaving me with a nanny, and then my older brother when he was old enough to make sure I didn't hurt myself. When my younger brothers were born, I was sent to school in California, so I didn't know them at all." She gazed wistfully at the sky. "My mom was so pretty, I wanted to be just like her." She glanced at Harry and blushed. "I-it was a childish wish, anyway."
"No! No, I'm glad you told me." He laughed. They chatted for a bit, exchanging funny stories, when Victoria froze, staring farther down the street. Lucius was standing in front of Ollivander, no doubt waiting for her.
"I have to go." she said, walking towards him. Harry grabbed her arm.
"Why?" he asked, and then caught sight of Lucius. "Oh, sorry." He let go and turned to leave. "I'll see you at school. He said not turning around. Victoria gazed wistfully at Harry's retreating figure, and then continued towards Lucius.
When he caught sight of her, Lucius calmly walked to Victoria.
"You will never run from me again, do you understand!?" He hissed, grabbing her arm and squeezing it painfully. She winced and nodded. "You will, of course, be punished later." He steered her into Ollivander. A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as they stepped inside. Victoria felt as if she had just stepped into a very strict library as she stared at the thousands of narrow boxes stacked neatly all the way up to the ceiling. It had the exact feel of Juan's Wands in America.
"Good morning," said a soft voice. Victoria jumped. An old man was standing in front of her, his wide, pale eyes shining in the gloom.
"Hi," She said, feeling awkward under his luminous gaze. "My name is Victoria Lucke."
"Ah, yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. You look very much like your mother, Alicia Malfoy. Maple, nine inches, unicorn hair. Odd combination, unusually good at hexes. Your father, on the other hand, sported oak and pheonix feather, seven inches." He glanced at Lucius, who was standing next to her. "Lucius Malfoy! Eight inches, of rather sturdy ebony, with dragon heartstring." Lucius nodded, fingering the head of his cane. "And how may I be of service to you?"
"I need a new wand." Victoria said before Lucius. She reached into her pocket and brought out the splintered remains of her old wand.
"Oh, dear. It's Juan Montello's make?" he asked. She nodded. "My, my. And what happened?"
"It got stepped on." She said evasively.
"Indeed?" he said, giving her a piercing look.
"Err, several times."
"Well," He started examining it closely. "Holly, ten inches, unicorn hair. Very good for curses, I'm afraid." He turned his gaze to her. "This doesn't suit you very well, does it?" She looked down.
"It was my grandmothers." She mumbled. He tutted.
"Well, in my shop, the wand chooses the wizard." He walked over to the walls of wands. "Now, here's a very nice beachwood and phoenix feather-" After two wands, she finally found the right one in a redwood, thirteen inch wand with a unicorn hair core. "Very nice." Ollivander agreed. They paid and left.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." She whispered, clutching her wand. He didn't answer as they went to meet up with the others.