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Chapter 26 ~ Narcissa Malfoy

Bonjour! ¡Hola! Hello in every other language I don't know! I'm in an exceptionally good mood because there is a chance I may meet a French boy who likes Harry Potter.

And no, he is NOT Alexander 😑

My school is having a Pen Pal system set up with a school in France and let me tell you, the boys are H O T. Everyone says that my boy, Andre, is ugly....I think he's rather cute! But enough about my life, here's chapter 26!

Enjoy!

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"What am I going to do?" I moaned hopelessly. How could I be so dumb? This was supposed to be my master plan!

"I have a suggestion, though you may not like it." Draco said. I looked at him hopefully.

"At this rate, I'll take anything," I said. Draco buried his hands in his pockets and leaned against the brick wall of my house. "You could always stay over at my house..." he said, uncertain of my reaction. I was speechless for a moment, thinking I'd heard him wrong. Me, stay over at my boyfriend's house?

"A-are you sure? What about your mom or dad?" I asked. I'm sure his dad still despised me, but I had no idea what his mother thought of me. For some reason, I was scared to fine out.

"My dad isn't home and my mum doesn't have to know," Draco reasoned.

"Well..." I said, trailing off. I had no reason to say no, did I? It was probably the most sensible thing to do at the moment. "Okay, then. Let's go," I said, smiling a little. Draco grinned and grabbed my hand, leading me to the gap between the two houses where he got the portkey to, stopping in front of a broken metal chair. He checked his watch and said, "The portkey will be activated in exactly twenty seconds,"

"Talk about good timing," I said, impressed. Draco shrugged nonchalantly and held a hand over the chair, getting ready to grab onto it, and I did the same. "Three...Two...One - grab it!" he commanded and as soon as my fingertips touched the cold metal, I felt the uncomfortable sensation of being sucked through a tight tube. However, as quickly as it was there, it was gone and my feet were planted safely on the ground again. I looked around and took in my surroundings, almost gasping in amazement when I saw the humongous house.

A handsome manor grew out of the darkness of the night, lights glinting in only a few diamond-pained windows. Somewhere in the garden, a fountain was playing and the smell of freshly mowed grass invaded my senses. This place was obviously expensive and fit for the rich - another reason for that being the proud peacocks strutting about the front garden, showing off their feathers.

"Home, sweet home," Draco joked happily, taking my hand again and leading me to the front doors. "This is your house..." I whispered in disbelief, my words sounding more like a statement than a question.

"Yeah, magnificent, isn't it?" Draco boasted, gesturing to the mansion. "It's been in the family for centuries, Dad says. He also says that some Muggle bloke, King William the Conqueror, I think, bought the land and then handed it over to our ancestors, due to just a bit of magic. It's been passed down from there."

"Did you just say William the Conqueror?" I questioned, eyes big. Draco nodded.

"Yeah, him. You know him?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Hardly, I've learned about him. He's long dead, and every Muggle knows about this dude." I explained. "He fought in the Battle of Hastings, and ruled England."

"Cool," Draco praised. "I guess it just proves where all the wealth comes from in my family."

"You're so conceited," I snorted. "But that's one of the things I love the most about you," I finished with a small smile. Draco looked down at me with shining eyes and planted a kiss on my cheek lovingly, as if to say, "And I love you, too,". When we made it to the front door, Draco opened it with ease and carefully stepped inside, pulling me in after him. He looked from left to right, as if to check no one was there, and then turned to me.