The next morning, I felt a pair of strong hands shake me in my bed. I groaned and rolled on the other side.
"Pansy just five more minutes." I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head. The person stopped shaking me, instead, yanked the sheets! "Bloody hell!" I cursed as the sheets dragged me onto to the floor. Which girl in their right mind would yank me out of bed like this?
I looked up groggily and saw a blur of blonde hair smirking. None of the girls had blonde hair. Besides, the room I was in had plentiful space and not like the dormitory.
"Morning sunshine." Draco smirked.
"A simple good morning would have been sufficient." I said, smacking his head with a pillow. His eyes were trailing down somewhere else. Git. "My eyes, are up here." I said, lifting Draco's chin up to my eyes. I rolled my eyes. Boys were such pigs, considering the fact I was wearing nothing but a crop t-shirt and shorts to sleep.
"Sorry, but the view is just too amazing." he winked. I smacked his head with a pillow again.
"Git." I teased. "Move along now. I've got to change." I said pushing him.
"My house, my rules." he said seriously. "First of, you can just go down for breakfast like that."
"The fact that my amazing legs are just too awesome to be shown to the world, I need to cover them up." I joked.
"They are amazing…" Draco trailed off biting his lip. I rolled my eyes and wave my hand for a robe. I tied the knot around my waist and followed Draco downstairs for breakfast.
Narcissa was already seated at the table, reading the Daily Prophet while stirring her coffee. The long dining table had platters of food already arranged, though not too much food.
"Morning Mrs Malfoy." I said politely sitting down. Narcissa looked up from the paper and smiled at me.
"Darling just call me Narcissa." she said smiling.
Breakfast for me consisted of eggs, toast and some grilled mushrooms with coffee. After breakfast, I headed up to the guest room to change. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door.
"Oi. Want to play Quidditch?" Draco called outside.
"I was thinking for a day at Diagon Alley." I replied, hastily tugging at my jeans. "Plus, we only got a team of two and I'm terrible at spotting objects."
"We can use the house elves?" he suggested.
"Considering their size. They are like dolls. However would you want to play Quidditch without injuring them? And wouldn't that be like abuse if one of them gets seriously injured?"
"Uhm…" I smiled. Got him tongue tied. I let my hair fall loose and opened the door abruptly surprising Draco.
"So, how about Diagon Alley?" I said, leaning against the door frame.
"Fine." Draco grumbled.
"So how do we get there?" I asked.
"You want to go to Diagon Alley but you don't know how to get there. Brilliant." Draco chuckled.
"Your mother Apparated us here. And we aren't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts." I said in a 'matter of factly' tone. Draco rolled his eyes and pointed at my necklace. The one Pansy gave me for Christmas.
"That does contain Floo powder right?" he said raising his eyebrows.
"I'm such an idiot." I slapped my forehead. I pulled out the necklace and poured some of the Floo powder onto our hands.
"That's why I love you." Draco winked. I scoffed and headed to the fireplace things where you throw Floo powder and they take you anywhere you want.
"Diagonally." I said loudly and threw the Floo powder.
Suddenly, I felt myself being thrown wildly about. I ended up landing in an uncomfortable fireplace, soot and ash covering my face. I coughed a bit and crawled out into a shop. It was dark and had loads of odd furniture and antiques.
Draco's POV
That stupid girl didn't pronounce Diagon Alley right. Groaning, I threw the Floo powder down.
"Knockturn Alley."
Instantly, I appeared in Knockturn Alley. This place gave me the creeps but I had to come here all the time with father. It was because Borgin and Burkes was located here in Knockturn Alley. If you were to ask any wizard or witch about Knockturn Alley, they would shudder and walk away. Why? Because this whole shopping area is filled with shops devoted to Dark Arts and stuff like that. It's pretty shady and dodgy in my opinion but I had to follow the Dark Lord's orders.
Searching about for Borgin and Burkes, because that's where Amelie would most likely appear. I used the back entrance of the shop because I didn't want much attention drawn to me. Looking around the store area, I heard some coughing and spluttering. Sprawled on the floor was Amelie.
Amelie's POV
"You idiot." Draco said as he helped me up. "You didn't say Diagon Alley correctly."
"I noticed." I replied, trying to brush the dirt off my clothes and face.
"We've got to get you cleaned up, but where?" Draco pondered. "I'll just ask the owner of this place."
"Yeah, I don't think I may settle on good terms with him or her." I said hurriedly wiping my face with the sleeves of my shirt.
"They don't bite."
I trust Draco on this not to get me killed or handed over to the Death Eaters. And I was right. I didn't come on good terms with them because they were among the Death Eaters I saw when I got kidnapped, twice.
"Mr Malfoy, I trust your father knows about this filthy mudblood and he would never approve you of being together with her." Mr Burkes said.
"I just need her to be cleaned up, nothing more. Please sir, my father can't hear about this." Draco pleaded. First time I ever heard him, and for me. How lovely, seriously.
"Fine. But it's going to take some time…" Mr Borgin said. Draco grumpily reached for the bag on coins in his pocket and dumped it on the table.
"We shall be on now." Mr Burkes said, flashing a set of rotted teeth in my direction. I gagged and stood still as they waved their wands for a cleaning spell.
"Thank you." I said hurriedly and dragged Draco out of the shop.
"You know what? Shopping sounds like the least ideal thing to do now." I said nervously.
"Sorry love for the horrible entrance but we really must get going out of Knockturn Alley, this place is really dodgy." Draco said pulling me closer.
"Should we go home or get some food?"
"Even at a critical state you still have the appetite for food." Draco teased. "What happened to your breakfast?"
"Might have lost it in that shop…"I played with my hair. Draco laughed and kissed my forehead.
'We'll get something at Diagon Alley then we can get home. I want to show you the drawing room."
"And what's so interesting about the drawing room?"
"Well, Mother and I used to spend a lot of time there together just plain talking. Now she's so stressed she hardly has time for me." Draco said sadly.
"You can't judge her for that. You've been busy too you know."
Draco sighed and held my hand tightly. "I know. Hell, I haven't even taken you on a proper date yet!"
"It's okay. With the cabinet and everything, I figured you hardly have time anyways."
Draco broke into a genuine smile. "You always seem to understand me." he said kissing my cheek. I giggled and we walked our way out of Knockturn Alley to Diagon Alley.
At Diagon Alley, we managed to get a nice lunch at the Leaky Cauldron, course with the occasional odd stares. I'm surprised Rita Skeeter hasn't even approached me yet with a snide comment or something about me and Draco Malfoy. But speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Oh God save me from that mad woman." Draco whispered in a low voice so we wouldn't be noticed. We didn't want to be noticed at all. Not because of Draco's publicity but because Lucius Malfoy will be having a fit if he still sees me with Draco.
Rita Skeeter did look like a mad woman to my amusement. Bouncy blonde hair that curled just below her chin, pale like skin and oddly shaped red glasses perched on her nose. She seems to love attracting attention because she was wearing a bright lime green dress with purple fur trimmings. We bent our heads low to finish our meals quickly and headed for the door before I was abruptly held back by a strong grip.
"My, my aren't you the muggle born that got into Slytherin?" Rita began. Oh this was going to be bad.
"Yeah." I shrugged releasing myself from her grasp and headed to do the door hurriedly before she could bombard us with ridiculous questions.
"Why the hurry dear?" she asked stepping out and Draco pulled my a bit tighter.
"We're expecting company." Draco said hastily. Anything to keep this woman away.
"We? Haven't you gotten close." she said, snapping her fingers and the quill and notepad by her side began jotting intense notes as she whispered to it. "So, what is a good looking pureblood like you doing with a mudblood like this?"
"Excuse me?" I said hotly. Did she just call me a mudblood.
"That's my girlfriend." he said darkly and pulled me closer. "And we are running late already."
Before Rita could bombard us with more questions, I kind of dropped some Floo powder on the floor which cause some dust and a distraction. Draco and I took it as a moment to literally run, leaving Rita Skeeter behind. We wouldn't make it to the headlines, nothing juicy she managed to get.
"Close one." I panted as Draco pulled me into the Leaky Cauldron again. We quickly headed to the fireplace, which basically is the network for Floo powder travelling and got a bit of dust. To my annoyance, Rita Skeeter was back again. When can this woman hold off I will never know.
"Malfoy Manor." we said clearly and threw the powder. Within seconds, we appeared back at the manor which seemed rather gloomy without sunlight.
"You seriously need to keep up with sunlight here." I said tugging at a curtain. "Makes you look like a vampire." I teased.
"I'll let Mother know on that. So, want to go to the drawing room?"
"Sure." I replied. We walked to the drawing room which was literally across the manor and was a long walk.
"Bet this is how you exercise." I joked.
"Awh, it's just from the west to east wing. Nothing tiring." Draco said sympathetically before kissing me on the lips and opening the room of the drawing room.
Let's just say the drawing room looked amazing. It seemed to be the only room in the house that had the most windows because there is plentiful sunlight. A window seat was set up by one of the long windows. The room was then completed with portraits, paintings and books of course. In fact, there was huge shelf of books reaching ceiling high.
"Draco, can I live here?" I said jokingly.
"It's pretty amazing huh?" he said, hugging me from behind.
The next few weeks we spent a lot of time together in the drawing room. Either we were reading, sloppily painting each other and making jokes. But all good things have to come to an end right? I woke up one morning and headed downstairs to the drawing room where we usually spent our time. Tying the robe tightly around my waist, I padded downstairs quietly.
Usually I would get there earlier than Draco because I wake up earlier. I took a slower walk this time, looking at the portraits. There are a couple of family portraits. And I can't believe that Draco had slicked back hair when he was young. I chuckled at the sight of his hair.
Slowly, I turned the doorknob of the drawing room and gasped.
It was a Death Eaters meeting and I had stumbled upon it. Draco wasn't there though but his parents sure were.
"What is this mudblood doing here?!" Bellatrix screeched pulling out her wand.
"I.. I.." I stammered but she was quicker. Screaming a spell at me, I felt myself hoisted up in the air and was lying mid air my hair dangling. I was choking and squirming but my actions were in no avail. Dragging me slowly midair, she left me hanging mid air in the middle of the table.
"Narcissa what is she doing here?" Lucius demanded. Narcissa kept her cool and placed her hands on the table.
"I invited her to our home. Poor child has no where to go to." Narcissa said calmly. Bellatrix slammed her fist on the table nearly causing me to drop. I felt constricted, my throat was dry and the blood was flowing too much into my brain causing a headache.
"You have invited one of the lowest lying, dirtiest scums into our house?!" Lucius shouted. With all this noise I can bet Draco was up already.
"Don't call me mudblood." I coughed.
"Lucius. Bellatrix. Narcissa." Voldemort said slowly rising from the end of the table. So this was the person who gave Harry that scar and the legend. Where's his nose?
"Yes sir?" Lucius said. Suck up.
"I believe this is the mudblood of the prophecy?" Voldemort spoke. The Malfoys nodded and so did Bellatrix. "I thought you were dead. Guess I was wrong." he drawled standing up. He walked along the table, giving me a look.
"She helped with the Vanishing Cabinet?"
"That she did." another voice spoke. I tilted my head further. Draco. "And she's also my girlfriend. Drop her."
With a wave, Bellatrix dropped me onto the hard table. Bloody hell it hurt. It was like a four foot drop but it hurt. I rubbed my head as Draco helped me off the table.
"Son. You can't be going around loving this mudblood. It's a disgrace." Lucius sneered. Draco pulled me even closer.
"Do not call her mudblood." he growled.
"Let's put all this blood status behind us. I'm intrigued by this child." Voldemort said, moving closer to me. "She possesses great power as the prophecy says." he said tipping my chin up. I turned away roughly and tried to avoid eye contact from the other Death Eaters. In the corner of my eyes, I spotted short man, with unkempt hair and buck teeth. That must be Peter Pettigrew, the one who betrayed Harry Potter's parents.
"That's impossible." Bellatrix said. A large snake began slithering towards me.
"Go away." I said to the snake. It sent me a look of bewilderment before slithering away.
"This child can speak Parseltongue. Tell me, what are you?!" Bellatrix demanded.
"I don't know!" I shouted. "I don't know what I am and about the stupid prophecy!"
"Quiet." Lucius said and placed a spell on me.
"Stop it father!" Draco cried.
"Silence everyone!" Voldemort said loudly. "This child is going to be very valuable. She's worthy of a Death Eater."
The fact that I will have a Mark burned into my skin scared the living daylights out of me. I tried to speak but it all came out muffled as I shook my head and squirmed about in Draco's grip.
"You don't want to join? Then I will have to kill you." he said. I'd rather die than be a Death Eater.
"No!" Draco shouted. "She won't be a Death Eater but she can assist me. In my duties."
"Very well Draco. I trust you will pick up your plan when you return to school."
Draco took me away from the drawing room, with me shaking uncontrollably and crying.
"Draco, I'm scared. I've never been so scared in my life." I cried into his chest. We were in his bedroom and on the bed.
"I promise you. I will not let anyone hurt you. Not even my family." Draco said, running his fingers through my hair.
"You're willing to be disowned for me?"
"Putting it that way, yes. I would do anything for your safety."
Rubbing circles on my wrist, he gave me a sense of comfort and safety. One of the house elves conjured up a small breakfast for us both. Luckily we both go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. Escape from this mad people.