The room was huge. That was the only way to describe it. Huge. There was a four poster bed, a wardrobe that filled the whole of the far wall, a window over looking what appeared to be a hedge maze in biggest garden Mia had ever seen, and she suspected there was also a bathroom leading off from the door to her left. Even if she'd bought all of her clothes from home they wouldn't have filled up half of the wardrobe, and as she unpacked her clothes really did look dismal in comparison with the wooden monster.
Shrugging and closing the doors, she turned and walked towards the door, but stopped short of the handle. She'd only been unpacking for less than thirty minutes, and if she'd been in Draco's shoes with his father looking as angry at her as he had, she'd want to be alone a lot longer than that. Sighing and moving back towards the window, she took up a position on the windowsill and surveyed the grounds. The maze really did look amazing, but knowing her luck she'd get lost in it and never return. Wasn't that a cheerful thought. There also appeared to be two swimming pools, one covered by a glass ceiling presumably used in the winter, and an outside extravagant looking one for the summer months. How rich were these people..? Either way it didn't really matter, those swimming pools looked like a fun time.
There was only so much of staring out a window at gardens Mia could take though, and as she glanced at the marble clock on the wall she realised it'd been over 2 hours. Ofcourse she was bored, anyone would be bored after looking at grass for that long. Jumping down off the window sill she strolled to the door and this time managed to open the handle without getting distracted by a thought otherwise. The only problem came when trying to remember which room was Draco's. The older boy had pointed down the hall.. but there were a hell of a lot of doors down that hall. Now, she could either go try every door until she found the right one- which could mean bumping into someone she didn't want to behind one of those doors.. it was like an advent calendar or something. Or, she could try and remember harder which door had been pointed at. Going past the first two doors, she stopped infront of a slightly darker one, that seemed to have the word 'Dragon' written on it. Either there was going to be a dragon behind the door, or with how this house was seeming, that was quite possible, or Dragon was Latin for Draco. But she wasn't sure. Taking a chance, Mia knocked the door lightly, if it was a dragon hopefully it wouldn't disturb it, and waited impatiently outside. After several seconds of nothing happening, she knocked again, louder. Still nothing. This had to be the right room though, maybe he wasn't in it? Or maybe he was ignoring her? Frowning she tried the doorknob, grasping the cold iron in her fingers and turning it slowly. Well, it wasn't locked, as the door opened to reveal a room even larger than her own. What could anyone need a room this big for? Still frowning, but this time at the fact she'd been cheated out of a large room, the younger teenager entered searching around with her eyes for Draco.
She missed him at first, and only after her second sweep of the room did she notice the older boy sitting between the side of the king-sized bed and the wall. Honestly, she wasn't sure how to react. It was like the fireplace scene all over again, not something she should really be witnessing. But there was nothing that could be done now. So, either she could turn and try to escape back out of the room as quietly as possible, or walk over to Draco and snap him out of the world he appeared to be in. Maybe the decision she made was selfish and didn't want to go back to a boring room, or maybe it was because she did care for the boy infront of her, but Mia decided to go over to Draco and wedge herself between the gap in the wall and bed as he was. It wasn't exactly comfortable, and she had no idea how he'd managed to sit there for long, but she could manage a little while. He didn't speak, nor even look at her. But he acknowledged her presence by taking a hold of her small hand and entwining her fingers with his.
No words were spoken for a long time, as they both sat starring at the dark wall. Each was deep in thought, though it was unlikely about the same thing. Mia was contemplating about what it must be like for Draco to live here permanently. It was obvious he didn't have a good relationship with his father. Sure, she didn't always get on with her family, but they were always bearable. The tense atmosphere that she'd walked in on earlier… To live in a house like that would be horrific. Hopefully his mother was a nicer person, though to be married to that man it was unlikely.
A house elf opening the door and standing in the doorway interrupted the silence, and snapped Mia out of her internal babble. Why was she shocked there was an elf there, considering how rich the Malfoys were, there would undoubtedly be hundreds doing errands around the house.
" Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes" The small creature said before disappearing behind the door again, letting the room once more fall into silence. It wasn't awkward, but she took the information as her signal to leave a get ready. As she stood and dropped his hand, the blonde put up no resistance to keep her there or even glanced in her direction,
"I'll be back in 10 minutes" She said as she headed towards the door, though still didn't receive any reply.
Once she was back in her own room, Mia let out a small sigh about dinner. Maybe she should change, what were you meant to wear when eating with rich people anyway? She doubted they would all wear fancy clothing every evening. Draco in a suit.. now that was an interesting thought, though Mia soon sobered up as she skulked to the wardrobe. Jeans? No that was too casual she couldn't imagine them all wearing jeans she'd stick out too much. A skirt maybe? Or a dress? Honestly, she hadn't bought many skirts with her and all the ones she had weren't smart in the slightest. So that only left the dress option. Taking the two dresses she had packed with her out of the wardrobe, Mia lay them out on the bed. One was a short cream coloured summer's dress that reached just above her knee, with a pale pink floral pattern, it was cute but was it right for a meal? The other dress was the complete opposite. It was the same length, if slightly longer, in a deep red colour with black laced sleeves that reached her shoulders to keep it up. Well, that wasn't exactly a smart evening dress either. So which was she meant to go for?
A/N: Which do you think? ;) Review with your guess, and I'll get another chapter up soon hopefully Z-Nugget xx