Um…. Sup? Just so you know, everyone's American in this story... because I'm American. There may be a few words like 'bloody' and 'prick' and some other things, just because I use those words. Respect me as a person, m'kay?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Really… characters are OOC.. There's no magic…. So no flames.
beta'ed by Sophia Lena Duchannes Riddle
"I honestly don't understand why I let you do this," I grumbled to my mother as she directed yet another delivery boy into my house.
"Because I'm your mother and you love me," She smiled back.
"The house was fine as it is! It's only me here, who am I trying to impress?" I replied, stuffing my hands in my pocket and plopping down onto my new, bright white couch.
"Draco, you're getting to that age where it's time to find a-"
"Don't start with me." I interrupted, grabbing a red-wrapped candy off the coffee table.
"Honey, we've been over this," My mother sighed, sitting down next to me as she motioned for the delivery boys to keep bringing in furniture and paintings. "You have to find a wife-"
"Before I can get my inheritance, I know." I interrupted her again.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, do not interrupt me!" She yelled. "Before your father died I promised him I would help you find a wife. And if that means decorating your house so it doesn't look like a complete pig sty when you meet someone, then I sure as hell am going to do it."
"Mom!" I groaned again.
"Oh be quiet, honey." She laughed. "No no, it's all wrong! That Picasso has to go in the sitting room, not just laying there! And that chair is supposed to be in the bedroom! Honestly, do I have to do everything!"
As my mother walked toward away shouting directions, I took the opportunity to close my eyes for a minute. To think.
All of this had come on so fast. 3 months ago, I was about to turn 22 and take over the family business, then the next second my father's gotten himself shot and we're moving to New York.
My father had been shot last year for his association with grand theft auto. He had a partner that he never fully paid, and because my father was in debt to him and would not pay up, he was taken out. In front of our house. With my mother standing right beside him. I had been away on 'business' at the time and the only thing I knew was that he left instructions for my mother, she was moving us somewhere else, and I was taking over the business.
The family business is Malfoy Airlines. I was now the head of one of the largest airlines in North America. Of course, I had people who actually worked to keep everything running smoothly; I was only needed if I had to sign something or if there were major decisions to be made.
"Draco, which vase should be on this table? The sea blue or the teal?" My mother yelled, bringing me out of my thoughts as she held two vases in front of my face.
That was what I hated about letting her decorate my house. She always made me choose where things went and how things were, when I honestly didn't care.
And the whole this vase vs. that vase thing. The two vases were both blue.
The. Exact. Same. Color.
"Doesn't matter," I grunted.
"Seriously, which one?" She rolled her eyes.
"Mom, I honestly don't care," I told her, getting up and hugging her. "Whatever you want is fine. I'm giving you complete control over decorating, so long as you don't make my house look like hallmark threw up on it. I'm going outside now, okay?"
Before she could reply, I kissed her forehead and ran out the front door, dashing onto the sidewalk.
There were two cars outside the house two doors down, which until now, was vacant. There was a girl with flaming red hair and soft features standing beside the car, as if waiting for something. So… I took the opportunity.
"Hey!" I shouted at her, smirking as she jumped. I then walked over to her and took her right hand into mine.
She smiled knowingly at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey yourself."
"Draco Malfoy, pleasure to meet you," I drawled, raising her hand and pressing my lips to her fingers.
"I'm sure it is," She smirked. "I'm Ginny."
"Well Ginny, I-" I started, before a shout erupted from the doorway of, what I assumed to be, her house.
"Oh hell no!" A dark haired man with glasses and a scar came outside, rushing towards us and standing in front of Ginny. "What do you think you're doing?
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." I laughed at the look on his face.
"That's because I didn't throw it yet," He said through his teeth. "And for your information, I'm Harry. Ginny's husband."
Just my luck.
"Oh," I mumbled, stepping back. "My bad."
"Yeah, your bad. Didn't even bother to look at the damn rock on her finger." He grumbled. "Come on Gin, we have to unpack."
He began to pull Ginny toward the house, but not before she gave me her best smirk, with a wink to boot.
"Hermione! There's someone outside I think you should meet!" Ginny sang as she walked inside with Harry.
"What?" Came a scream in reply.
All the while I stood on the sidewalk, internally berating myself for leaving the safety of my house. I was in crazy land with no visible way to get out, besides running away like a prick.
"No, Ginny, stop-" I looked over to see a beautiful brunette being pushed out of the door and into my direction by the crazy red head. "Ginny, I am a grown woman! Stop it!"
Ginny whispered something in her ear and smiled, then the brunette narrowed her eyes and walked over to me with a smile on her face.
"I'm sorry about Ginny, she can be a bit…" She faded out.
"Overbearing? Crazy?" I guessed.
"Yeah," She mumbled, blushing. "So, um, I'm Hermione."
She stuck her hand out, to which I promptly grabbed it and kissed the back of it. "Draco Malfoy, it's a pleasure."
"It sure is," She said. "I mean… never mind. So do you..."
I couldn't focus on what she was saying anymore. I watched her lips move and wondered what they would feel like on mine. I watched her straighten her shirt and wondered what her hands would look like scraping across my back. I looked at her lips again and wondered if she tasted as good as she looked…
"Draco!" Hermione suddenly snapped her fingers in front of my face. "You okay?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," I nervously rubbed the back of my neck. "What were you saying?"
She laughed and shook her head. "I asked if you lived in that house over there."
"Oh, yeah, I just moved here yesterday." I replied, pointing to my house.
She nodded and looked down, as if waiting for me to say something. We fell into the most awkward silence and I was pretty sure Harry and Ginny were watching us from the window.
Come on, idiot, say something already!
I opened and close my mouth, smiling as she looked up at me.
There's nothing you can say to make this more awkward! Just speak!
"I moved here with my mom," I blurted out, internally slapping myself.
Congratulations, you dunce. You made it worse.
"Here." She laughed, thrusting a piece of paper into my hands. "Call me."
She quickly kissed my cheek and walked away with a smirk on her face, while I stood there, gaping like a 16 year old boy.
"I- uh- Okay!" I yelled back at her, but she didn't turn around.
I guess that could have been worse.
I slowly walked down the street, rubbing the spot on my cheek where her lips were. Part of me was a tad bit ashamed for behaving like a 16 year old when I was 22, but a bigger part of me was just happy that I was going to see her again.
"Who was that?" I looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway, smirking at me.
"No one, mom," I groaned, stuffing the paper in my pocket and walking past her.
"So when is your date?"
"Mom!" I shouted.
"Sorry, sorry," She mumbled. "My little boy is growing up."
"Please don't start crying," I sighed, pulling her into my arms.
"I'm sorry, Draco," She whimpered, hugging me back as hard as she could. "It's seems like just yesterday you were my little boy that wouldn't let go of my leg on the first day of preschool... and now you're 22 years old. Where has the time gone?"
"Mom... yes, I'm not a little boy anymore, but like you've told me time after time, I'll always be your little boy." I said, pulling away and putting my hands on her shoulders. "Even though I probably don't show it, I'll never stop needing a mom."
To my mother, I was an innocent, kind, hard-working business man. She was proud of everything I had accomplished and made sure to tell me that every step of the way. My father was a cold, cold man, so my mother was the only one I knew for a fact that loved me unconditionally, so I always returned that love when I had the chance. But if she knew what I really did on the side, a far cry from innocent, her opinion of me would surely change.
And I didn't want that.
"If the goal was to keep me from crying, you're doing a terrible job," She mumbled, laughing and wiping her tears. "Okay…. Anyway…. Where was I?"
"Oh yes! The delivery people just left, and the only thing I have to do is go grocery shopping. Then I have to head back to Chicago for a few months and transfer everything from your father's name to mine. Oh, and your Aunt Andromeda is having her fifth baby next month." She rolled her eyes at the mention of her sister.
Ever since I was younger, I could remember my mother not liking her sisters. Her sister Andromeda had married a man my grandfather didn't approve of, and was later disowned. It wasn't until he died that my grandmother reached out to her again. Andromeda's oldest daughter Nymphadora, my cousin, was by far my favorite. She always had different hair colors every time I saw her and was a pilot for my father's- my airline.
My mother's other sister, Bellatrix, was a different story.
Bellatrix was, apparently, the pretty one. She was the one her parents had high hopes for. She was the one everyone else was jealous of. She was the one who everyone thought would make it. She was much younger than my mother and her sister, also. She was only five years old when I was born, and she went missing when I was 11. My mother had told me the story of it.
My mother had visited her parents the night of Bellatrix's 16th birthday. Bellatrix was sitting on the couch in the new dress my grandparents bought her. It was low cut and short. It was time for her to meet her potential husbands and my grandfather had picked it out for her. My mother saw it and called Bellatrix a whore. Bellatrix only ever looked up to my mother, so when she heard this, she was hurt and ran to her room.
No one knows for sure what happened after that. They woke up the next morning and Bellatrix was gone. The rumor was that she was raped by my grandfather and ran away in the middle of the night, but that was never proven. My mother had always thought it was her that made Bellatrix run away, but most of us blamed it on the fact that Bellatrix was under so much pressure to find a decent husband, and that she thought it woud be btter to run away.
"Tell Dora I said hello, okay?" I asked.
"I always do. You know, it's been a while since you saw her. You should give her a call," My mother called as she walked toward the kitchen.
But she's not the one I'm going to call right now.
I took the piece of paper out of my pocket and looked at the numbers written in girly handwriting. I took out my phone and dialed the number, taking a deep breath before hitting the send button.
"Hermione? It's Draco from down the street."
"Wow, that was quick. So how are you doing, you know, since the last time I saw you?"
"Um, I'm good. Could I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Can I.. well what I mean is…. Will you…"
"I'd love to. Pick me up tomorrow at eight. Bye, Draco."
I took the phone away from my ear, surprised at how that went. For some reason, I had a feeling about this girl. She seemed…
A/N: Oh Draco…. If only you knew. And so it begins…. Anyway, please review, and I'll update as soon as I can, kay? School starts in two weeks so I'll try to update this, 7 Reasons Why, and It Can Only Make You Stronger and Two Divided by One Equals Four. Any comments, complaints or whatever can be left in a review. Thanks! -Nikki a.k.a.- Twipotterfreak28
P.S.- In this story, Andromeda is the oldest, Narcissa the middle and Bellatrix the youngest. There are 2 years between Andromeda and Narcissa and 13 years between Narcissa and Bellatrix.