To Be Loved

Back at Malfoy Manor

"MR. MALFOY," came a screaming, screechy voice, combined with banging, from behind the door.

Draco's eyes opened, darted around for a few seconds, and then formed into a scowl.

"GY'UP, WE HE'!"

"SHUT UP, peasant! I'm up," he shouted at the door, which quickly became quiet.

Draco lifted himself from the bed. He turned to the mirror beside his bed and examined himself.

His hair remained intact, plastered to his head. His clothes were not completely perfect, but they would do. He had to look presentable for his father.

He opened the door and found a revolting face staring, vacuously at him.

"Uh... we he'. Same place as usual."

"Good, can't have this clambering about Malfoy Manor, can we."

Draco stepped off the bus, to find a dark road surrounded by woods (all owned by the Malfoys) greeting him. He sighed as he bee the journey to his home. The house (or mansion rather) was not too far down this road, but still it was a walk.

His family's estate was large; it expanded for a long ways. As a child Draco constantly wished to play in these woods, though he was always forbidden to do so, he was never sure exactly why. Often he would see his father venture into the forest at a late time at night, when Draco was to be asleep. He knew never to speak of it to his father.

But Draco was not one to follow the rules. Today, as he often did, he had to hastily move through this forbidden forest, it was a short-cut to the mansion.

He stepped over the dead branches; he stumbled across the ditches. His feet moved briskly across this rough ground, strategically avoiding any uneven footing that could interfere with his swift stride. He could not risk being seen, if his father saw him it would be hell to pay. He kept his eyes focused ahead of him, he feared of what he would see if he were to gaze about.

Suddenly he came across a bent, rotting tree, which formed into a shape of an "M", oddly enough, almost as if marking that Malfoy Manor was up ahead. When he came to the tree he made an immediate turn to the right, and exited the tree-infested wood.

He stepped onto the even pavement. The mansion remained unseen, but he knew it was only a bit further up. The road made a sharp turn, and suddenly from out of the trees appeared a gigantic, possibly twenty foot gray wall, with menacing figures carved into it. Nothing could be viewed from behind this massive structure. Though Draco knew this was the entrance to his home.

It was not that the wall was needed for Muggles; there were Muggle repellant charms for that. It was not particularly crucial for deterring wizards; most would never dare even setting foot near Malfoy Manor, for fear of Lucius Malfoy. The wall was there mainly to illustrate to all who peered upon it, the stature of being a Malfoy. This wall wasand witches and was symbolic of the gap between themselves and the Malfoy's. Draco always enjoyed this wall, as it represented his wealth and power (all of the things he loved about being a Malfoy).

He walked up to the center of the wall, and stood waiting for something to happen or appear. From almost nowhere a squeaky voice of a house elf asked, "What business have you here?"

Draco stared up to the top of the wall and saw a disgusting creature gazing back.

"Let me in, I live here," Draco snarled.

"Gindy is sorry sir, but Master has instructed Gindy to not let anyone in."

"Gindy? What happened to Stewy or whatever?"

"Lubby was fired sir."

"Oh yes, I believe that was my doing," he said, smiling as he reminisced on the incident.

Suddenly, Draco's face wrinkled into a violent scowl. "Well, if you don't wish the same fate, I advise you let me through!"

"Gindy is sorry, but Gindy cannot!"

"I'm Draco Malfoy! I live here! Open these walls!"

He began to beat on them with all of his might. F"Gindy cannot! Master instructed Gindy not to let anyone through, especially Mr. Draco, and since you are he, you may not pass."

"Your master instructed you to do WHAT!!"

His rage exploded.

"FATHER," he screamed to no one.

He brought his attention back to the house elf.

"Get your master here at once!"

Suddenly, an opening appeared in the wall, exposing a bit of the mansion. Though, before Draco could make a dash through, Lucius Malfoy Apparated before him.

"Draco, back so soon? I thought that you were gone for good," he nonchalantly said.

"Father, what is the meaning of this? Expelling me from my own home," Draco timidly shouted.

"You chose to your fate, Draco, when you went off to go fuck that Potter boy!" he screamed, though he suddenly regained his composure.

"And as I can see from your early arrival, it didn't go as well as you could have hoped. Too bad."

Draco merely scowled, fighting back tears.

"And now you run home to your family and expect us to take you in after you blew us off merely yesterday to go sleep with the one person I despise most. You dirty whore! How dare you bare the Malfoy name! I hope you're little trip was worth it. Get inside; I'll decide what to do with you later."

With that, Lucius Disapparated.

Draco's face no longer held a scowl; it had fallwhimpering child's expression. He shifted his tearing eyes to the ground, and darted through the opening (which closed behind him) and ran down the path to the mansion.

Malfoy Manor was huge, possibly extending for one mile width and two miles length; while standing ten stories high. Though, it was not a beautiful structure, but rather dark and scary, with a gothic architecture, resembling many old cathedrals. Horrible gargoyles were carved into the mansion, making many shiver at the mere sight of them.

Although the mansion was haunting, the gardens about it were spectacular. There were mazes of hedges and high rose bushes. Red flowers were used to create spectacular shapes and patterns. The essence of the many flowers was illuminating.

Since Draco had no desire to be confronted by his mother about his departure, he decided to use the back entrance into his room.

Draco reached a small door towards the rear of this magnificent structure. He removed a small black key from his cloak, and unlocked the door, allowing him inside. He immediately found himself in front of a small wooden stairwell, which spiraled up, to an unseen destination. He began to slowly ascend the stairs. He passed small doors, which were labeled with numbers. These were the rooms, if you would call it that, of the house elves.

Finally, Draco stopped at a door like all of the rest, labeled #287. He gazed around, before reaching over to the adjacent wall and pushing on a wood board, which opened into a small, dark room. He squeezed through the small hole, and stumbled into the tiny area. There he removed a piece of the ceiling. He placed his arms through the gap and (exposing his chiseled muscles) hoisted himself up, into wherever the other side of the opening led.

He immediately came into a low area. He was under his own bed. He crawled out from underneath his bed, where he was fully exposed. Draco stumbled to his feet. He gazed around his elegant room, anace, as it had been before he had departed. Though, his eyes suddenly fell upon a pair of familiar, dark coffee eyes, which rested above a slanted smile.

"Blaise?" Draco said, shocked.

Blaise was an exceptionally attractive young man. He had dark brown, clean-cut hair, which matched his eyes. His bone structure was beautiful, and flawless. Impeccable genes gave him high cheek bones, a perfectly formed nose, and a well-defined chin, which were all blanketed with his creamy white skin. He was pleasurable to gaze at, and most did, including Draco at that very moment.

He grinned as Draco gawked in his beauty.

"Hello, Draco."

"What are you-why-um...?" Draco stuttered as he tried to cover up his attraction.

"My parents and I are spending the weekend in your charming home. My father wishes to discuss a few things with yours."

"I believe my home is hardly 'charming' as you put it," Draco snapped.

Blaise's eyes moved down the form of Draco's body, examining every inch of him.

"Rough night?"

Draco laughed. "You have no idea."

"So, I take it you didn't get what you had intended on, with golden-boy Harry."

Draco scowled. "No, I didn't. What do you want?"

Blaise smirked. "Don't be so cold. I only want your happiness, and as I can see, it is not with Harry Potter."

Blaise stood up and made his way up to Draco, who was beginning to feel temptation taking over his mind.

"Draco, I can see you've been hurt by him. After all he chose a Muggle over you, a Malfoy."

"Why Blaise, have you been stalking me?" He looked quite amused.

Blaise grinned, though failed to answer. "Not only a Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy."

He walked behind Draco and snaked his hands up his back.

"An attractive boy, with perfect structure," his fingers danced across Draco's soft face, feeling every bone, every curve.

"With luscious skin." He brought his mouth to Draco's neck, and began to kiss his skin tenderly, allowing his tongue to gently moisten and taste his delicious skin. Draco let out a whimper of pleasure. Blaise lifted his mouth and continued.

"With a large, desirable..." His hand ran down to the crotch of Draco's pants. Though, before he could clasp his hand around his groin, Draco pushed the hand away.

"I can't Blry-"

"Potter wasn't faithful to you, why should you be him!" Blaise snapped.

Draco turned around to meet Blaises dark eyes. "I can't."

"Why do you play these games with me," Blaise hurtfully snarled.

"What games? You came up here on your own."

"Why did you allow me to kiss you then, you knew my intent."

"Possibly the memory of the past, or my anger toward Harry. But-"

"If you hate Potter so, then why do you remain with him. He betrayed your trust. He chose whom he wants, he no longer loves you!"

Draco's eyes filled with tears, which began to overflow, he turned his head, ashamed.

"See, your tears prove it, you realize he doesn't want you anymore."

"STOP IT!" Draco screamed. "Why do you insist on paining me so!"

Blaise smirked. "Because, I want you to be with me. We were meant for each other. It's inevitable."

Blaise grasped Draco's wrist and pulled him into a passionate kiss, and Draco kissed back.