𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | 𝐃.𝐌

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ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴏᴛɪꜰʏ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ
ʙʏ ᴋɪʀꜱxᴛʏ. ʟɪɴᴋ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʙɪᴏ.
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Draco and Vienna found a small restaurant after they found their ball attire. It was an old-looking restaurant. Decorated like an old Victorian-style pub. Dark red and browns coated the walls and dark wooden tables spread around the restaurant, every chair was unique, some were plain wood and some had patterned fabric on them. Rugs covered the floor, but the dark wood flooring peeked out in between them. Paintings and photo frames decorated the walls, which Vienna couldn't help but admire as they walked in.

An old woman came over with menus and gave them both a warm tea. They felt the warm fire from a nearby fireplace, even though they were sitting in a corner, the warmth still reached them. The bags of Vienna's dress and Draco's suit were hung over a chair near them. Draco relaxed back in the seat, his tall figure too big to be lounged in a small wooden chair, causing his knees to occasionally brush against Vienna's legs.

They were quiet. Only the sound of the crackling fire and other people talking could be heard. That was until Vienna felt the need to start a conversation.

"Victoria mentioned your family" Draco's bored statue shot awake when he heard Vienna's words. He almost looked scared.

"And what exactly did she mention?" Draco asked, sitting up in his chair and resting his arms on the table.

"Only that your families are friends," Vienna said, which was true but Vienna didn't want to mention Draco's mother. She herself has lost her mother and she knows what it's like when people ask or talk about it. So Vienna didn't mention that part. Vienna also didn't mention Victoria's warning.

"Oh come on" Draco groaned, "Victoria can speak for England. I know she said more. Tell me what more she said" although Draco never mentioned a threat, his tone sure sounded like he was threatening her.

"She told me—" Vienna stopped talking when the old waitress come back over with their meals. Vienna shifted uncomfortably and wiped her nose with her knuckles. They both thanked the women and only when she left did Vienna speak.

"She told me your mother died," Vienna told him.

Draco's features didn't move. Which was annoying, Vienna couldn't tell what he was thinking, "Did she say how?" Draco asked as he began eating the food from his plate.

"Yes," Vienna said.

Draco looked up, waiting for Vienna to continue.

"She fell down the stairs," Vienna responded but it sounded like she was asking if it was true.

Draco couldn't help but chuckle as he looked away, shaking his head.

"Is that not what happened?" Vienna questioned.

"I don't know what happened," Draco answered honestly.

"I came home for Christmas in fifth year and she was dead. Had been dead for two months. Lucius told me that she'd fallen down the stairs but still, he never wrote to let me know." Vienna noticed that Draco called him Lucius, "and the best part is that he'd already buried her. She didn't have a funeral. Nothing. The last time I saw her was when I left for Hogwarts in September and the next time I saw her was at her grave"