A/n: middleschool cringe don't read 👎👎👎
To Preface, this is the summer leading up to your final year at Hogwarts, (you're 18) and you're staying at the Malfoys because your parents are away for work.
There it was—the Malfoy manor. Standing proud, just like the family that lived inside. The exterior represented them quite well in my opinion. Tall, dark, stone walls, with no absence of shrubbery surrounding the building.
No, not welcoming Hufflepuff esq. plants, but rather, perfectly kept thorn filled bushes.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked Draco as we approached the entrance to his manor.
Draco and I had been friends since my first year at Hogwarts—what with both of us being Slytherins. (Though I was quite a bit nicer than him. I didn't terrorize Gryffindors nearly as much.)
"Of course Y/N, don't be daft! My mum would've never invited you if it wasn't." he laughed as if I had no reason to be worried....But believe me, I did. Do you know who Draco's father is?
Lucius Malfoy. Singlehandedly the most intimidating wizard in the entirety of the wizarding world (in my opinion at least). I try my best to avoid him, and because of that, I had never been to Draco's house before. I always gave some excuse such as "Oh, I have an essay I need to write!" or "My Parents said no!" (the last one being just absurd, considering my parents were friends with the Malfoy's, and just as pureblood and pretentious. I'm sure they'd have Draco and I married if they could.)
"Come on Y/N, I know you're afraid of my father. We can just go straight to the upstairs lounge, he's hardly there." Draco dismissed my thoughts. Was my fear really that apparent? I guess so... I'll certainly need to hide it better when I'm face to face with Lucius....all summer.
Or should I say Mr. Malfoy? Yes, thats more appropriate.
Draco muttered some passcode (similar to the ones at the Hogwarts dorms) to open the mansion door, and as soon as we stepped inside, he was immediately greeted by a house elf.
"Welcome home Draco!" the thing squeaked, running over to our feet. "Mr. Malfoy asked for you in his office. He requested you also bring your friend, Sir."
What? Me? Why does Mr. Malfoy want to see me?
"Alright, I got it." Draco scoffed. "Why're you still here, you pest?"
The elf let out a high pitched gasp, and disappeared into one of the many rooms of the manor.
"I hate those blasted things...Regardless Y/N, don't worry about my father. I'm sure he won't mind you."
"Yes.." I said as we traversed down the hallways. "I certainly hope so."
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When we finally reached Mr. Malfoy's study. I felt my stomach instinctively knot.
"Y/N." Draco looked at me with a blatantly annoyed expression. "You're being ridiculous. I know you're shy, but it's just my father."
Exactly. It's your father.
But it's not like there was anything I could do now. If I wasn't afraid of appearing rude, I would've ran away at that moment. Curse my somewhat decent manners.
Reluctantly, I followed close behind Draco into the room, using him as a human shield-
....Where my eyes were instantly drawn to the centerpiece of the room. Lucius.
His long platinum hair was down, cascading like a waterfall onto his shoulders. He had one hand resting on his desk, the other on his walking stick.
"Good evening." he greeted.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. The wizard himself! The man responsible for many important things in the wizarding world (though perhaps not all good) was right in front of my eyes.
"I apologize if I've...bothered you Draco, but I was immensely curious of the girl who will be staying with us this summer."
My cheeks burned as Lucius' eyes studied my face...I felt extremely vulnerable.
"Oh, uhm—hello Mr. Malfoy." I quietly said, my eyes switching between him and Draco.
"Hello." he paused "Y/N L/N. I'm quite friendly with your parents. You're part of a very esteemed wizard family, you know."
"Thank you Sir." I said, relieved that he didn't seem to despise me. I had almost forgotten he and my father worked together in the ministry.
"Why'd you say.....Sir? You're not talking to a Professor Y/N." Draco laughed.
"I'm not opposing." Lucius' eyes met mine. "Young Wizards seem to have no manners these days, it's quite refreshing to meet a lady like you. What a shame that you haven't visited until now."
"Alright father, we get it. You like her more than Pansy."
Lucius let out a small laugh.
"Well yes, of course I do. That brat of a girl Pansy is quite the bother. I've already asked you to refrain from inviting her over any longer."
"Alright, Alright, father." Draco laughed.
"Regardless, welcome to our home Miss L/N. I do hope you enjoy your time here." Lucius stood up from his desk, reaching for his walking stick.
He really does carry that everywhere...
"Draco, go tell your mother to gather in dining hall while I show Miss L/N to her room."
Draco glanced at me, recalling my earlier fear of his father.
"Why don't I just bring Y/N to her room?" he asked.
"Draco, I'm the head of this household. It's my responsibility to ensure the guest is comfortable." he said simply, as if this was something Draco should've known.
"Come along Miss L/N." Lucius ushered me out of the room.
"Oh boy, this should be fun. Maybe Lucius is bringing me away to his dungeon to be executed....though I'm not sure what he'd tell my parents when they ask for me...." I thought to myself.
I followed Lucius up a number of stairs before eventually reaching a door on the 3rd floor of the manor. The hallways we went through were thoroughly decorated with paintings that looked extremely expensive. While my family was nearly as esteemed as the Malfoys, we preferred to keep a humble appearance. Living in a house of this extreme was completely new to me.
"Well here we are." Lucius opened the door to my room, gesturing me inside. It was beyond what I expected, really.
The bedroom was lavish, with a dark green king size canopy bed against one of the walls. Feeling the sheets, I could tell they were definitely silk.
On the other side of room was a mini lounge area and a connected bathroom. Classy.
"Does everything fit your expectations Miss L/N?" Lucius asked, one hand on his walking stick as always, the other held neatly behind his back.
