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Previously:

"And this," Narcissa grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him to her side. "is my son Draco."

Draco smiled back at her, two emotions trying to gain control over his being. Shyness and excitement.

Hope straightened up slightly and watched him curiously. The boy had metallic grey eyes set upon a pale, pointed face. His blonde hair was short and slightly messy, a few strands sticking up the way most small children's do. He looked kind enough, not appearing to act or look like her cousin Dudley. Maybe, just maybe, they could be friends.

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Draco watched as Hope stared down at the plate filled with Pumpkin Pasties with wide eyes, silently taking one in her hands. He took a bite of his, quietly considering the shocked girl. "Have you ever had one? Pumpkin Pasties I mean."

Hope shook her head negatively. "No... I haven't. What is it?"

"Its kinda of like a regular meat-filled pastry pie... but pumpkins as the filling rather than meat or vegetables." He explained around a mouthful of food, grateful his mother wasn't there to scold him on his 'poor mannerism'.

"Is it good then?" Hope asked slowly, not quite understanding if this was a test or not. When Draco nodded intently she frowned. "And I'm allowed to have some?"

Draco swallowed and crinkled his eyebrows. "Course you can, why couldn't you."

Hope shrugged coyly. "Umm."

"Where you not allowed sweets before dinner?"

"Not really..." She picked on a piece of flaky crust.

Draco paused. "Its alright if you don't want to tell me."

Hope's eyes narrowed at the casual way the blonde told her that. "Really?"

Draco shook his head. "Nope. We've just met, you don't have to tell me everything about you just yet."

"Oh... thanks..."

"So, you going to try it?" He motioned at the still untouched pastry that sat on the table.

Hope tentatively picked it up and slowly took a bite, eyes widening slightly. Draco grinned at her. "Its good isn't it?"

Hope simply nodded.

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When Narcissa had walked into the kitchen fifteen minutes later she grinned at the sight. Draco and Hope were sitting at one of the tables, giggling and eating the plate full of pastries, or it looked like Draco was anyway, Hope was slowly nibbling on hers. She shook her head. So much for a 'light snack'. She took a step forward and cleared her throat. "Hello you two."

Draco and Hope both looked up in surprise, Hope lowering the half-eaten pastry back onto the table.

"Hello mother!" Draco chirped.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy." Hope replied with less enthusiasm.

Narcissa smiled down at the girl. "Hope, dear, remember, you may call me Cissy."

"Alright," She said shyly. "-Cissy."

"So, did you enjoy the pastries?" She inquired, curious as to how she liked her first taste at Wizarding food.

"Yes, it was good." Hope admitted. "I've never had a pastry before."

"You've never had a pastry?" Draco echoed in shock.

Narcissa frowned. "I'm sure she just means she's had other sweets, Draco, just never a pastry."

Hope bit her lip and nodded. "Uh, yea..."

That seemed to please the boy because he stopped gawking at her like an animal in a cage. He smiled up at his mum. "Is dinner ready? Is that why you came you get us?"

"Yes it is."

Draco wiped the crumbs off his hands. "What are we having?"

"I'm not sure," Narcissa confessed. "the House-elves said they were going to make a variety of dishes, we weren't quite sure what Hope liked."

Draco nodded. "Alright..."

"Okay, so come on then." Narcissa straightened up. "We best be going before it goes cold."

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"Draco, Hope, Narcissa." Lucius greeted when the three walked into the room.

Hope looked around the highly decorated dinning room, complete with a long, large table with several matching chairs, though the chairs were only set at the top half of the table currently. The walls were a warm white and an intricate design was carved at the base. An elaborate chandelier hung from the ceiling, glittering sharply. It looked more like a large banquet table than a regular table, but Hope supposed it was used for grand occasions too.

"Hello dear." Narcissa sat down a seat from her husband, smiling at him warmly when he peeked her cheek.

Draco hopped over to sit beside his mother, but not after leading Hope over to sit beside Severus. At her age and size Hope had to sit on top of her legs, pushing herself up to see.

With a pop a large variety of food appeared on the table, filling the room with a rich smell. Everyone dug in, Narcissa reaching across the table to snatch a bowl of salad and dumping some onto Draco's plate. Draco protested immediately, attempting to lightly shove his mothers hand away and pouting immensely. "Mum, I don't want any salad."

"A growing boy eats his vegetables, Draco." She told him lightly, drizzling a dressing over the vegetation.

Draco made a face, but didn't move to stop her.

Severus looked down at Hope. "What would you like Hope?"

Hope's eyes snapped up to him sheepishly. "I'm not very hungry sir."

Severus' eyebrow shot up. "No? Eat too many sweets?"

"No." Hope confirmed, shaking her head. "I didn't eat very many."

Little did they know that she had only eaten one, or half of one. She was pretty sure Draco hadn't noticed.

"Alright... well how about I put a bit on your plate and you try your best to eat some of it?" He proposed.

Hope seemed to think about it. "Okay..."

Severus nodded, scooping up some salad, mashed potatoes and some type of meat onto her plate.

Lucius glanced up, watching as Hope slowly poked the meat about with her fork, uncertain. He caught Severus' eyes. "Hope, don't you like it?"

Her hand stilled, her body tensing as she looked up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Oh, um, I do?"

It came out more like a question like a statement and Hope quickly stuffed a fork full of mashed potatoes into her mouth so she wouldn't have to speak anymore.

Narcissa quirked an eyebrow, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Draco, dear, eat with your mouth closed."

Draco huffed. "I was mum!"

She hummed in reply, sticking her salad with her fork.

Hope wrinkled her nose, fear flashing in her eyes as she peeked at the other occupants. Once she was positive no one was watching her she quickly spat the runny potatoes into her napkin. She wiped off her chin with a grimace, rubbing the back of her hand against her pants. She had just gotten here and she could tell it was better than the Dursleys, she just had a feeling. Even if it was just temporary. She wasn't going to chance that by disobeying the rules so early in the game. She wasn't allowed normal people food at the Dursleys and she had to obey the rules. She didn't want to be kicked out. She liked it here.