` all we do is linger , (draco)

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THE WORLD SLOWS DOWN
but my heart beats fast right now
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Sometimes the world of the wealthy could be baffling. Nox was still shaking her head at her grandmother as she stepped down the stairs of her porch. When it came to the wealthy, there was a lot of focus on who the children of the family married. It was expected that a girl such as Nox, shoved into a pureblood family with old money, would marry a boy of equal status and power such as say, Draco Malfoy. So ever since Nox had gotten involved with the slightly older man, her grandmother had been in a tizzy, to put it lightly. Nerezza Blackburne had been constantly blabbering about how she'd been Nox's age when she'd gotten married, and how now Nox herself should be putting serious thought into finding a wealthy brat to get hitched to and turning herself into a broodmare. Okay, so maybe she hadn't put it quite like that, but Nox had put a creative spin on the idea. It irked the girl that marriage and politics were so closely intertwined.

Nox could tell that Nerezza was hoping for something serious to come out of Nox's involvement with Draco. But Nox was in no rush, and frankly didn't even have any idea what to call her relationship with Draco. A fling perhaps? It definitely wasn't official dating; Nox had no claim on Draco and Draco had no claim on her. They were each free to see other people on the side. Quite frankly, Nox had to wonder why she'd gotten into a relationship with Malfoy at all. He definitely wasn't her type. Actually, he was the opposite of her type, at least as far as ideals went. Draco was a pureblood elitist who believed that Muggles and impurities were scum. Nox could only imagine what the look on his face would be if he found out that she was halfblood. Thank God for her father keeping it secret, or she'd likely be dead by now. For now, Nox was just telling herself that her relationship with Draco was all for show, just to further the lie. But how stupid was it for pureblood to think so horribly of her kind when they couldn't even spot a halfblood among their own?

Every once in awhile she went back to wondering, though. Such as now, as she walked towards his house. Why walk when she could apparate, you might ask? Well, it's quite simple. Nox loves stars. Her dark brown eyes were continuously glued to the sky, only looking away long enough to make sure she was still going in the same direction. She had transfigured her high heels into plain old sneakers for the walk, otherwise she'd be getting blisters by now. Nox hated heels and wouldn't have worn them in the first place if her grandmother hadn't insisted. According to Nerezza, one couldn't "dress like a Muggle bum living in the alleyway" when they were visiting pureblood elites like the Malfoys. Therefore Nox had to wear a dress and heels almost every time she went to the Malfoy Manor, or else her grandmother would probably have a heart attack. The walk passed by quite quickly, and before she knew it Nox was standing outside her destination. She breathed deeply, taking in a few last gulps of the nighttime air before strolling up the path to the front door. With a sigh, she lightly knocked on the door.



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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

MAYBE I'M THE ONE,

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Blowing back some of the dust off of a book he'd recently discovered, Draco cautiously lifted the cover from it's long-time resting place. The spine cracked and squeaked pitifully, signaling to Draco that the old thing would need mending before he could hope to put it to good use. Sighing, the young heir picked up the ailing novel and placed it back among the darker depths of his family's extensive library. Normally, he wouldn't be caught dead in the dusty depths of a library- mending books was servant's work! However, this was Draco's own private collection, and he proffered to keep them in order himself. Somehow the man doubted his father would appreciate the killing of a House Elf because one of Draco's prized books condition had deteriorated beyond repair.

Gathering himself in a quick motion, the man stood and was quickly walking toward the front of the room. It was his own private study, now, that his father and mother had moved over to the Black manor. Draco didn't really know why they had moved, exactly, though he had some suspicions. One of his bigger, more obvious ones was that they were attempting to give him what they considered adequate space, so that he might find a suitable wife and have all the privacy he needed with her for ... more scandalous behavior. Of course, Draco knew the time was coming where he'd have to find a brood of sorts, so that the family line would be continued, but he wasn't looking forward to settling down, and he knew he'd never be able to take on mistresses. That would look terrible, in his Father's eyes.

A faint, almost squeaking noise was sounded as Draco dragged his hand across the top of the walnut table that stood in the middle of the study, used for entertaining Death Eaters when it was called for. Stopping, the young Malfoy lifted his wand and lazily flicked it at the fireplace, the roaring fire making a loud "whooshing" sound before it went out. Tapping the magical device's tip against his bottom lip, he thought of what to do. Shower? Dress? Yes, that would come in just a few moments; Nox was to come over in less than an hour. He would have to rush.

After a quick shower, and throwing on clothing he'd had planned out since last night, Draco was ready for the woman's arrival twenty minutes in advance. He took extra time, because of this, to pay smaller features his attention. Adjusting his shirt just so, combing his hair one last time, spraying on a cologne he knew she would appreciate ... all was in place. It was to be a casual dinner ... and that meant that he was wearing a sweater that could easily cost what one family made in three weeks, along with his best slacks and a good pair of dress shoes. It was good enough attire to attend a party in ... or, well, nearly so.

Fixing his collar once more in the mirror, Draco headed to the balcony just outside of his room. They would dine by candlelight, the best silver and china being laid out. It was all dainty, fit for a proper pureblood Lady. Sitting himself down, Draco awaited for a house elf to bring Nox to the balcony, which was located outside of his room. It overlooked the gardens, and a small lake a few hundred yards in the distance. Draco crossed his legs, intertwining his fingers and placing them in his lap. The first course would be served when she sat down to dinner.

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Posted! Sorry for the wait D=

[maggie]

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Nox's knuckles had barely left the door before it quickly swung open. The absence of someone at eye level made Nox aim her gaze lower, where a twitchy little house elf stood looking up at her with large brown eyes. It promptly squeaked out a greeting and scooted out of the way so Nox could enter. Running a hand through her loose brown hair, Nox stepped over the threshold and into the elegant Malfoy Manor. "Hello," she said politely to the elf, adding in a warm smile in hopes of letting it know she wasn't the type of witch to abuse the poor thing. Nox was fully aware of how her kind usually treated elves, and she did not approve -- not that she was about to run around voicing her opinions. Out-of-the-ordinary opinions such as that were best kept to herself. As her father said, it was best to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Of course, then again, she was romantically involved with a Malfoy, which was hardly a good way to stay under the radar.

After Nox had slipped her coat off her shoulders, she gingerly handed it to the elf. But despite her efforts to prevent it, the poor thing still looked as if it was draped in a circus tent. It stumbled off to the coat rack, then returned to escort Nox to the balcony where she would dine with Draco. The girl felt the usual faint tingle of nerves; no matter how much time she spent around purebloods, she still couldn't get used to them. There was always a feeling of uneasiness within her, and her imagination often came up with wild scenarios, all involving her secret being revealed somehow. If the pureblood community were to somehow find out about her being halfblood, it would be disastrous. Best case scenario she'd be killed on the spot. She didn't even want to think about the possibility of torture. And despite her father's assurance that everything would be alright, that the community would never reveal the truth, Nox could tell that he was scared also. Should she be found out, she wouldn't be the only one to suffer.

Nox attempted to keep these thoughts from her head as she followed the small elf. Though she felt nervous, she'd gotten fairly good at hiding it; she'd had lots of practice, after all. She'd long since rid herself of the habit of wringing her hands, though once in awhile she still chewed on her lip a bit. But nobody noticed something as minor as that. She resisted the urge to do it now, and instead focused her attention on the decor of the manor. It really was lovely, though she expected nothing less from such a wealthy family. Eventually elf and girl made it up the staircase and passed through the hall to Draco's room. They moved through said room quickly -- for such a small creature, the elf moved quite fast -- and were soon on the balcony. Nox couldn't help smiling at the candlelit scene. It really was quite romantic; and Nox loved stars, so dining under them was something special to her. She let her gaze wander around the sky for a moment before she moved to the table and took a seat in the chair that the elf had pulled out for her.

After settling herself, Nox looked across the table at her date. As usual she was struck by just how good looking he was. "Good evening, Draco," she said with a warm smile. The cold night air sent a small chill over her bare shoulders, and she resisted the urge to shiver. Instead she scooted her chair closer to the table in order to be closer to the candles' warmth (not that there was much warmth to be found from candles). From this closeness she could smell his cologne, and she had to admit it smelled great. Her eyes did a quick scan of the table, which of course was decorated with the best of everything. But Nox was not easily impressed by expensive items; her family was nearly as rich as the Malfoys, so she had the same luxuries and was therefore used to them. Not that she was actually going to point that out. Instead she said, "Everything looks lovely, as usual." She said it with the same warm smile, which somehow was a bit less fake around Draco than it was around other purebloods.... Curious.



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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

promiscuous girl
HEY, YOUNG LADY. THE FEELING THAT YOU'RE GIVING,
YOU KNOW IT'S REALLY DRIVING ME CRAZY.

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Straightening out his spine so that his posture would make his mother proud, Draco kept an ear open for the sound of approaching heels. He knew she'd be wearing a pair of costly shoes, with heels on them. After all, any good mother would realize it was blasphemy to send her daughter off to the Malfoy Manor in anything but tailor-made attire and an exquisite gown. It would be downright disrespectful.

The young pureblood himself, as if to contradict everything that had been in his mind but a few seconds prior, was shod in more casual attire. He still reeked of pureblood wealth and a fine family's blood, but he had dressed down slightly. If it was to show his date that he could wear what he wished, while she would always be below him and thus would have to dress up in his presence, nobody would ever really know. Draco himself didn't.

Soft, but echoing, footsteps reached the man and he turned to face the seat in front of him. While Draco was in fact turned toward the door to his private quarters, he wasn't about to let her know he'd been anxiously waiting for the lady's arrival. Wait. Anxiously? Was that really the proper word? Shifting, Draco Malfoy, for the first time in a long time, felt truly uncomfortable. No, anxious surely was not the correct word in the sentence. He'd just been at loss for words, and so had plugged one in that at least made sense ... even if it was a small amount.

When she sat down, Draco leaned forward slightly, a lecherous smile plastered across his face, eyes holding a look that could be described as lascivious should one be so daring as to suggest Draco Malfoy would ever look upon a lady in such a way. It wasn't past him to do such a thing, of course, but nobody would dare suggest his manners were anything but perfect to his face. "Ah, and a good evening to you, M'lady. You look simply dazzling." He murmured, his smile melting into a much warmer look, eyes shining with the perfection of a practiced conman.

Draco wasn't a con arist in the usual way; instead of praying upon people for their money, he hunted ladies down with the intention of one day getting the better of them. With his track record, Draco had to admit was actually surprised women even expressed serious interest in him anymore.

As the main course was served, Draco shifted slightly and began speaking to her, small talk and the like. "So, lovely Nox, how have you been?" He was actually interested in how she was, and how she had been, which was a pleasant enough change. Normally he couldn't care less either way.

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THIS IS CLOSED, BABES. AND JUST FOR MAGGIE, WHO PLAYS NOX ! THE TUNES ARE BLEED IT OUT - LINKIN PARK AND IRIS - GOO GOO DOLLS. DIG IT? I AIN'T COUNTIN' IT, SO NO COUNT FOR YOU, UNLESS YOU COUNT IT YOURSELF. HAVE FUN AND FEEL FREE TO DO WHATEVER WITH PROFESSOR MALFOY!

IN ANOTHER NOTE, THAT SUCKED AND I'M SORRY FOR MY TERRIBLE, AWFUL POST <3

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