(( Hello again J So here you are with chapter 3 of Elveira's Prophecy. It's off to a slow start yes, BUT this fan fic is necessary for the third one to begin and to connect all three lol In a small way, but still tie them all together :P Mwahahahahaha :P Anyways, please read and lemme know what you think J
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the affiliated works. If I did, I wouldn't be here planted in front of my laptop growing roots while developing carpel tunnel from all my writing xD I would be at Sephora buying everything in sight right this minute -w- Mmmm…. Pretty things… *drool* ))
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Elveira reached up into one of the cupboards, standing on her tiptoes. She patted around delicately so as not to knock over anything or break it as she searched for her morning teacup.
Just about to give up, she was about to pull her hand back when she felt a presence behind her and a warm hand move hers away, reach in somewhere and then press a cool teacup into her hand.
She steadied herself onto the soles of her bare feet and held the teacup in her hands, a small smile playing upon her face. "Thankyou… Lucius…"
"Don't call me that," he snapped in slight irritation as he moved to sit at the table that early morning.
She giggled. "I figured after two weeks here you would be used to it," she said, sliding over to the tea kettle which had begun to scream slightly. She picked it up and poured herself some tea carefully, then brought the steaming cup to the table and sat down. "You sure you don't want any?"
He frowned. "No…"
She shrugged. "Your loss…"
He made a disbelieving sound, crossing his arms as he thought of what to eat for breakfast.
"Your help here has been most appreciated," she said quietly, blowing on her hot tea and taking an experimental and cautious sip.
"So how is it that you don't have any form of house help already?" he muttered. "Wouldn't it be easier if you did?"
She smiled daintily. "I do."
He clenched his teeth. "Excuse me?"
She smiled at him. "I have a house elf that occasionally pops in to visit and help out. As for the reason why YOU'RE currently here to help me, is because simply… I find it amusing to have a Malfoy in the household doing things for me to gain something that only I can give," she purred.
He glared at her. "You're a nasty piece of work, Elveira…"
She shrugged and took another sip of her tea. "I never claimed otherwise."
He had to admit that was true. Since he'd come to help Elveira around the house, he found that she wasn't as delicate as the sound of her voice was. She may have been blind, but she was certainly not fragile. She was strong minded, well gifted… but there was a nasty cruel side that occasionally peeked out from underneath that pair of unfocused eyes and made itself known to him. It was unnerving sometimes, and it certainly had been at first, but eventually he'd grown used to her… different ways of doing things or thinking.
"I'm hungry," she said suddenly, pulling him away from his thoughts about her and smiled. "Want to make me something?"
He frowned. "Not particularly."
She giggled. "Well, I want you to and my word over yours in this household I'm afraid. Make me something for lunch," she said.
He rolled his eyes, getting up and tried to put something together for this… insufferable girl to eat. He considered putting in some poison since she couldn't see anyways, but knew he needed that prophecy. He only hoped it was worth all this trouble.
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He smirked, watching her try to grasp the mug he'd moved purposely out of the way.
"You're a foul right git, you know that, Malfoy?" she laughed.
He smirked, crossing his arms, smugly watching her feel around for it.
It had been five weeks, and in the last three weeks specifically, they'd begun to talk more. He saw no reason to make his time there miserable for himself, so he'd come to terms with the fact that to get the prophecy, he had to help this blind young woman.
While talking, he found that, he actually admired her thinking in several different matters. She was a pure-blood, and held similar ideals to himself, though… she wasn't as vicious when it came to following through with those ideals.
His eyes wandered to her long thick wavy brown locks and he found that he was thinking what he'd begun to notice only recently. The situation of being her servant in ways was crappy to begin with, but he had to admit the view wasn't that awful to look at.
But he loved Narcissa dearly, and he wouldn't ever do anything to sabotage the relationship he had with his wife.
But Elveira… she was attractive to him, as long as he ignored that weakness of her blind sightedness of course. Though he found this to be easy to do. There were moments when even though she was blind, he felt like she was looking right into him as though staring through glass.
But not only had he noticed she was attractive to him physically speaking, he found that… he didn't mind her being around either. There were times when he actually secretly had to admit in his mind that he enjoyed her company even if they didn't do very much except talk or go out into the yard to get some air.
It was moments like right now, when he'd purposely moved her coffee mug elsewhere just to annoy her that he would forget his original reason for being there.
He may be Mr. Lucius Malfoy himself… but he did like the company of some people as well… and right now, he rather liked Elveira's company. "Haven't found it yet, I'm guessing?" he asked from the doorway he was leaning against.
She grinned hearing him behind her somewhere and sighed, getting off her tiptoes and crossed her arms, standing on the flats of her feet. "You know as well as I do, I have not," she said calmly.
He smirked. "Use your wand then. It'll come right to you."
She rolled her eyes. "No way. That would be too easy and then it would just show that I'm not smart enough to figure it out on my own without the aid of magic," she said stubbornly.
Another aspect of Elveira that Lucius found entertaining. How stubborn she could be sometimes.
He watched the little brown haired woman pass by him through the doorway and carefully make her way into the living room and begin searching high and low for her mug. He smirked. "You wont-"
"Shut up!" she exclaimed with a grin.
He raised his palms and smirked. "Fine, I won't give out any hints," he said.
She sighed, tossing a pillow down and put her hands on her hips, a frown creasing her brow as she thought of where he may have put it.
He grinned, glancing up at the cupboard it normally was in, then onto the other side of the kitchen where he'd placed it in open view. Of course… she being blind, would never see it.
That thought made him smirk, holding that small bit of power over her.
"Well then I suppose you'll be using a different cup for your morning drink?" he asked.
She huffed. "Absolutely not. I can't stand drinking out of the other cups I have," she said.
He raised a brow. "Then why do you have them?" he asked.
She shrugged. "In case guests come over."
"In the entire five weeks I've visited and helped you here, I have yet to see a guest," he said.
She smirked. "Best to be prepared I would think," she pointed out.
He sighed. "I suppose…" He then walked into the kitchen and set about taking Elveira's mug, filling it with coffee and preparing it without much thought the way she liked it best. He then brought it to her in the living room and set it on the table in front of her. "Here…" he sighed, having grown tired of that morning's game.
Elveira sat quietly in her arm chair, staring ahead quietly.
She listened to the footfalls of his retreating steps as he went into another part of the house to do whatever it was he did when she didn't require him to do something for her.
"What an odd man…" she murmured quietly, reaching for her coffee and carefully sipped it, her hands holding it just with her finger tips at the edges so as not to scald her skin. She contemplated Lucius for a while, not hearing any movement within the house except for the occasional turn of a page somewhere in the distance, notifying her that he was in the library reading something to pass the time.
Her head throbbed softly and she winced, reaching up to massage her temple gently, exhaling a little and closed her eyes, knowing the time was coming for her to tell him what she knew would lead to her death, for reasons even she could not grasp entirely.
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(( Alrighty. SO just so you guys know, this is coming to an end very quickly. I know it just started xD BUT like I said, I have an idea for the third fan fic I need to do, but this one was… a little necessary to do before it xD I promise the next one is a lot more… entertaining shall we say ;) And SEVERUS IS STILL ALIVE IN THAT ONNEEEEE *wink wink nudge nudge hint hint* loblolly :P SO please keep na eye out for the third one, kinda scan through this one and then wabam! We shall be ready to go with one super awesome (I hope xD) end to the trio of HP fan fics I have had planned since I started xDD ))