The next morning I woke up to the screaming of my name. My eyes shot open. I hopped out of bed groggily and opened my door. I only knew one person in this house that screams like that. Narcissa came running up the stairs.
"Is everything alright?" She asked quickly, panting a little.
"I'm not sure." I whispered. I walked across the hall and opened Draco's door. His sheets were all messed up and he was tossing and turning, sweat dripping down his colorless skin.
"Please..." Draco whimpered silently, his eyes still closed. I walked over and sat on the bed. I put my hand on his forehead, pushing back his hair and slid my hand down to his cheek.
"Draco?" I whispered rubbing my thumb on his cheek. He didn't wake up, he just tossed uncomfortably. "Draco." I said a little big louder. His eyes fluttered open. He saw me and engulfed me in a hug.
"You were dead." He whispered.
"It was only a dream, Draco, nothing more." I replied rubbing the back of his head.
"It all seemed so real." He said.
"Well it wasn't alright. I'm here and there's nothing to worry about." I continued. He pulled away when Narcissa cleared her throat.
"Right, well, now that I know you're okay, I think I'll leave you two...alone." She said.
"Mother. We're not together, we're just friends." He gave his mum an annoyed look. She laughed lightly.
"We'll see." She smiled and shut the door. Draco and I then heard her mumble 'young love' and give out a happy sigh. I looked back and Draco and laughed out loud.
"You think this is funny?" He asked. I just nodded not being able to say anything. "Well it's not, she's probably down there planning our wedding." He said.
"So? Let her have some imagination, there's not much to do now a days. She needs something to take her mind off of all of it." I say smiling.
"It's worse than you think, she's probably planning on different names for our children and planning baby showers and that kind of stuff!" a smile played at the corner of his lips. He paused. We both burst out laughing at the same time.
"Alright, well I'm going to go get dressed and then some breakfast. Meet me downstairs and we'll get you some pain killers too." I said heading out of the room. I got dressed in some skinny jeans and a Slytherin hoodie. I really didn't feel like doing anything today. I walked downstairs and saw Draco and Narcissa in the kitchen/ smaller dining area and took some toast from the table sitting down next to Draco.
"Here, take this Draco darling, for the aching." His mother brought a goblet him. He swallowed it making a disgusted face.
"I forgot to tell you two, but we're hosting a ball this evening for all of our good work and to keep our spirits high. Every known death eater will be here so I expect you two to be polite, not that you aren't, but anyway, pick out some nice attire for this evening. Be down to the Ballroom at 9:00 sharp." Narcissa spoke up.
"We're having a ball?" Draco questioned not believing his ears.
"Yes, like I said, be polite and use your manners, even if you don't like a particular person." She strictly said. "Well, I'm going to go prepare, so you two do whatever, and remember 9:00 sharp." She said leaving the room.
"I'm so not in the mood." I mumbled.
"You got that right...well then, what do you want to do for the time being?" He asked.
"I don't know, I think I'll just go up to my room and read, and you should get some rest, seeing as you had a hard time sleeping and you are still sore." I stated.
"You're probably right." He said. I got up from the chair I was sitting in and made my way upstairs to my room. I plopped down on the bed and grabbed a book. I decided to pick up a random book from the library on my way up to my room. It was basically notes from magic experimentation, from an ancestor of the Malfoy's. I flipped the page and the title read "Premorphmagi". This sounded interesting, so I read carefully down the page.
Premorphmagi is an ancient spell that only mastered wizards can perform. This specific spell can be enclosed in an object concealing its magic for as long as it chooses. The spell contains a rare magic known as 'nomruxus' which is fairly similar to a horcrux. Instead of concealing a part of your soul into this object, it conceals the most powerful magic of all, love. This love can be passed on for centuries until the magic within decides to reveal itself. The caster simply chants 'nomruxus premorphagis' while holding a piece of an object strong between the two lovers. The last casters were said to be Salazar Slytherin and Merlin, who experimented with it before. It has been rumoured that Armand Malfoy, an ancestor, had experimented as well, but failed. The only other wizard in the world to have used this spell was I, Septimus Malfoy, which no living soul knows about. Outside of working for the current Minister of Magic, I researched and studied this spell, hoping that one day, it would work. To greater extent, I finally cast a functioning spell. My lover, Crestian, helped me perform this spell before I died. We hid the magic in a Malfoy family heirloom, the emerald snake. This bracelet was named after Salazar Slytherin. In conclusion, this bracelet holds a deep magic in which only at the right time, will it reveal its hidden power. I only wish good luck to the witch or wizard who ends up with this. Keep it close to you- Septimus Malfoy.
I lie there on my bed, wide eyed. Could the bracelet Draco have given me be the same one? I looked down at my wrist. It had emeralds and a snake like figure on it. I hopped out of bed and rushed into Draco's room. I burst through the door and he jumped.
"Holy shit! Nyx, are you alright?" He asked startled.
"What do you know about this bracelet?" I held up my wrist.
"All I know is that is has some sort of hidden magic in it an it's a family heirloom, why?" he answered. I plopped down on his bed and gave him to page to read.
"Read this." I handed him the book. It waited patiently as his face read in amazement. He looked up from the book, confused.
"So...." I said.
"Well it can only be that bracelet, there isn't another like it. Here, take it off for a second." He grabbed my wrist and tried to yank it off.
"Ow." I mumbled. He yanked even harder.
"Oww, Draco, stop!" I ordered.
"Why isn't it coming off?" He seemed worried. I rolled my eyes.
"Probably because you weren't doing it right." I said. I brought my other hand up and tried to slide the bracelet off of my wrist, it wouldn't budge.
"What the hell?!" I yelled in frustration. I snatched the book from Draco and skimmed frustratingly through the words to see if there was anything about it not coming off. I turned the page and there was nothing, all of the other pages had been torn out.
"I guess it's stuck on me forever." I sighed. There was only silence after.
"Hey, it's almost time to head to the ballroom. We should go get ready." Draco broke the silence. I glanced at the clock in his room and it read 8:46.
"Alright." I mumbled and walked back to my room. I was still so very confused. Why wouldn't the damn bracelet come off? I let out a big breath and walked into my big walk-in closet. Most of the time I didn't even realize what was in here. There were several ball gowns for occasions such as these. I pulled out a simple black dress with the back cut out, but on the back was a silver snake hanging from the dress. I pulled on some regular black heels and put my silver snake ring on. I remember wearing this to the Yule Ball with George. I smiled at the thought. I still had some time to go, so I went into the bathroom to do my hair and put on some makeup.
I decided to put my hair up in a messy type of bun, but it still looked elegant. I walked out of my room, and perfect timing too, considering that Draco walked out of his room. He wore his normal all black suit (his coat being a little bit longer than the original) and his hair was combed just the way he liked it. On his tie was the Christmas gift I gave him, the snake pin. I smiled when I saw it.
"Ready?" He asked.
"No, but do I have a choice?" I say to him.
"Not really." We link arms and walk down the stairs to the second floor. We turn left and walk through the big doors, music filling our heads.
"Ahh, there they are!" Narcissa comes out of nowhere. "Draco, I've invited the Zabini's, you do know Blaise don't you Anyxus?" I nodded to her question. "He's right over there."She pointed to the right. I rushed over to Blaise who saw me immediately. He engulfed me in a hug.
"Oh my god, Anyxus, how are you?" He asked. I pulled away.
"I've been better, how about you?" I replied.
"Same here, you know, with all of the shit that's going round, I won't be great until this war is over."
"No disagreement there." I mumbled. Draco then walked over. Blaise looked furious.
"How could you drag her into this!?" Blaise whisper shouted. "She didn't do anything!"
"What are talking about?" Draco scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Her." He said pointing to me. "You dragged her into being a death eater!"
"Woah, Blaise, calm down. Draco didn't do anything. I've been a death eater since I was a baby. Draco didn't drag me into anything." I defended him.
"Wait, so you're telling me, the whole time I've known you, you've been a death eater?"
I nod and whisper "Yes."
"Well you're a damn good one." He chuckles a little bit.
"Draco, Anyxus!" Narcissa hollers and walks over to us. "Would you two go and dance, to encourage more people? I won't bother you two again if you do." She pleads.
"Fine." Draco holds out his hand. "Anyxus." He pulls me over to the middle of the room. I rest one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand, while he has one of his hands on my waist. The music starts and we waltz around the room (Valse Septembre/September Waltz). The last time I did this was with Cedric. I let a stray tear fall.
"Hey. Are you alright?" Draco whispers.
"Yeah, I'm just remembering, the last time I did this, danced I mean, was with Cedric." I say.
"Oh." Was all he said. "Jump." He whispered in my ear. I did what he said and he grabbed my waist with both of his hands and hoisted me off the ground. I couldn't help but smile as my feet touched the ground again. We went back to our original dancing positions and waltz some more around the room, then he decided to twirl me. He squeezed my hand and smiled genuinely. We went to the beat, 1 2 3, 1 2 3. He pulled me closer to him and my breathing quickened. He twirled me once more. I looked into his beautiful stormy blue eyes and felt something, something different. His grip on my waist tightened and our dancing intensified. I felt weak in his arms. All of the sudden, I felt nervous. He hoisted me into the air again and I grinned. I don't want to brag, but we were pretty good dancers. We ended the song with a low dip, our faces inches apart.
There was an eruption of clapping as Draco lifted me back up.
"Let's get out of here." Draco breathed in my ear. He took my hand and dragged me out of the ballroom and up the stairs. We passed the third floor where our rooms were and went to the attic floor.
"Draco, where are going?" I asked.
"Be patient." He opened a door at the end of the room and led me to them. All I saw were stairs, so we walked up them and a cold burst of air hit my face. We were on the roof of the Manor. I looked around the acres of land that the Malfoy's owned. It was breathtaking. Draco came behind me and handed me a bottle of something. I turned around and saw he had two bottles of firewhiskey.
"Trying to get me drunk are you?" I took the bottle from him.
"I just figured that we need to let loose." He said. I walked to the edge of the roof, where the railing was and leaned against it. I popped the top of my bottle open, as did Draco. I tilted the bottle back and felt the burning liquid pour down my throat.
"I used to come up here a lot, to get away from everything." Draco tells me.
"I can see why, it's so much for peaceful and relaxing up here." I replied.
"You got that right." We both took another swig.