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Draco was on a silver jet, flying to God knows where, to go stay with his relative Sirius. He didn't even know how he was related to this guy! All he knew was that his Dad wanted him to stay with him to see how the lesser percent live.
Not that Draco's family was worth a billion dollars but they were still rich, they owned one of the richest law firms in the world. Draco was set on track by his father to grow up to become just like him, a great lawyer and very rich. Draco didn't want to be a lawyer though, that was the problem, he really wanted to be a comic book author and illustrator.
But according to his father that was 'A poor person hobby, not suitable for a Malfoy'.
Draco didn't agree whatsoever, the guy who made X-men is successful as hell. But his father always threw out his drawings whenever he found them. And now his Dad was forcing him to live out in a small town to see what his life would evolve into if he continued to pursue illustrating.
Just then Draco's Dad's assistant came out from the cockpit of their private jet. "We're almost here Master Draco."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Donny? Just call me Draco. You don't need to be so formal when Dad isn't here." He told him with a small smile and then returned to staring out the window at the clouds.
Sooner or later Draco was told to put on his seat belt and they landed safely in an empty field. Draco unbuckled his belt and pulled his bags out from the overhead storage, but Donny insisted on carrying them out of the jet, much to Draco's annoyance.
Standing at the top of the steps of the jet, Draco took his purple, rimless sunglasses out of his pocket and slipped them onto his nose, making the sky turn purple as well as everything surrounding him. He continued walking down the steps, stopping at the last one to look around.
Although to him everything was purple, he saw a small barn with big, tall doors a field of cows, a chicken coop with a little ramp and a pig pen with a little tarp shelter. As well as a big, although not as big as Draco's house, farm house with lots of windows.
He kept on moving and stepped off the steps onto the short grassed, field. "Should I just go to the house?!" He called out to Donny.
"No, the owner specifically said he wanted to show you there himself!" Donny called back from the top of the stairs, going back and forth, getting Draco's many bags and suitcases.
Draco continued walking into the field and got distracted by a pale purple butterfly circling his head. At least, he thought it was purple, he couldn't really tell because of his glasses. As the butterfly slowly fluttered off to the left, Draco kept his eyes trailing it and didn't see the deep pile of mud his foot sunk into.
"Ugh!" He exclaimed in a squeamish tone and tried to pull his foot from the mud. When his foot emerged, his shoe was missing and the bottom of his white pleather pants, as well as his white socks, were smeared in sludgy brown mud. Draco grimaced and attempted to balance on one leg while looking around to find something to rest his foot on.
Realising there was nothing, he reluctantly placed his socked foot back on the cold, unpleasant grass with a small grimace. His head shot up upon hearing someone call his name. He saw a well toned man with a curled moustache and curly brown hair, bouncing as he ran, coming towards him with a cheerful grin resting on his face.
When the man finally reached Draco he stuck out his hand, still lightly panting from the run over to him. "Sirius Black." The man introduced himself.
"Draco Malfoy." The boy answered, hesitantly shaking his sweaty hand. "Remind me how you know my Mother." Draco spoke carefully.
The man somehow grinned wider and let out a single, quiet chuckle. "Cousin 'Cissy warned me you might be a bit reluctant. But I assure you, we're not all bad around here." He said with a cheery laugh.
"I'm sure you're not." Draco said with a believable fake smile and discreetly wiped the other mans sweat off his hand. "Your field did eat my trainer though." Draco said with a glance at his mismatched footwear.
"Oh." The man said and spotted a label sticking out of the nearby mud pile. Sirius bent down to pull the shoe out of the slop, with a disgusting slurping noise, and held it out for Draco to take.
Draco let out an awkward chuckle and took it with a disgusting look on his face which he was very bad at hiding behind a forced smile. The once white, now brown, shoe was slippery and moist. The most disgusting word for the most disgusting texture, it was quite fitting really.
Draco held the shoe by the tag, making the man in front of him let out a loud laugh. "Anyway, we can grab your bags, drop them off at the house and I'll take you on a little tour, unless you want to settle in first?" Sirius asked him.
"I don't really mind. I do think that if you're taking me on a tour of the farm I should put on some shoes." Draco answered.
"Settle in it is then." Sirius quipped with a grin. "I'll grab some of your bags." He said and jogged up the steps where all the bags sat with Donny waiting with them. Sirius grabbed two and tossed one to Draco, much to Draco's surprise, and grabbed another in each hand.
"You didn't need to throw it at me." Draco mumbled.
"Do you really need 15 bags?" Sirius asked teasingly.
"There should only be 13." Draco said seriously, making Sirius's smile widen even further.
After Donny, Sirius and Draco carried all the luggage to the front door of the farmhouse, Donny reminded Draco of his bi-weekly call with his mother and left in the jet along with the two pilots.
"I'll show you to your room to drop your bags off." Sirius said grabbing 2 bags in each hand. "Oh, and leave your dirty shoes outside the door, I'll clean 'em later." He said and pushed open the wooden door.
Draco hesitantly slid out of his remaining shoe and left them both outside the front door, on a little rack that was already waiting there. Grabbing a bag in each hand and followed Sirius inside.
The moment he stepped foot inside he could tell that the house had a warm, cosy atmosphere to it. The 'room' they were in now was very small and compact. On the wall across from the door was a wide archway leading to the rest of the house and an identical one was on the wall to the left. The walls were what appeared to be oak wood that was sanded smooth. Each wall had its 2 scenic paintings of rivers or Autumn trees.
On the wall to the right was a grand old bookcase, completely filled with old and new books, with a few pictures scattered around on it. The photos were mainly of a group of 4 teenagers and in each one they looked a little older. The last one which rested in the middle of the bookcase in-between the books was a picture of one of the friends, the one that had glasses, with writing on the glass reading 'R.I.P James Potter'.
In the other corner, in the join between the two walls that had the arches, rested a tall coat rack with 3 coats on it and under some paintings that were on the same wall as the door, was a wide 3-tiered shelf, also wooden, holding many knick knacks and a few photo albums by the look of it. On the ceiling hung a large light with a round, lantern lampshade over it. And the thing that tied it all together was the dark blue rug with red and yellow designs on it, as well as a red and yellow border on the edges too. The whole room screamed cosy farmhouse.
The sound of feet clumping down a staircase startled him and his head whipped up seeing Sirius standing in front of him, slightly out of breath. "That's about most of your bags." Sirius said with a smile. Draco was shocked, he didn't even notice Sirius going back and forth grabbing his stuff.
"Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry I didn't help I was too distracted by your decor." Draco said with a small chuckle. Sirius let out a loud chuckle and shook his head.
"It's okay, come on I'll show you upstairs." He said, grabbed the other bags out of Draco's hands and led him out the front archway and to a stair case with a warm coloured, fuzzy carpet draped over them and more photos on the wall. Draco didn't have time to look at the photos very well and was just led up to the landing with a wooden railing, matching the railing on the stairs and was led into the room in-between two other dark coloured doors as well one on the left wall.
Sirius pushed open the door with his elbow and placed the last two bags onto the bed with all the others. "Well, I'll leave you to unpack and as I feel it will take awhile I'll drop your dinner off in here. Then I suggest you get a good night's rest." Sirius said, still holding his supposedly permanent smile.
"Oh, but it's only 3 O'clock." Draco said. He didn't want to sound rude but Draco usually stayed up for hours, normally until about 1 in the morning.
"Oh. I don't think that'll be an issue considering you've got thirteen bags to unpack. Do whatever you want to the room, just don't get hurt or break anything." Sirius said. "Goodnight, I suppose. I'll drop you off dinner when it's ready." He said, walked out the room and closed the door with a smile.
Draco let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in and his eyes scanned the room. It was bigger than the average single room, but not by too much. It was a double bed with only a sheet and a quilt on by the look of it, thank god Draco brought his own bedding. There was a large, wide cupboard to put his clothes in as well as a dresser at the end of the bed. There was a side table with a lamp on it with 2 drawers and the entire back wall was a sliding door leading out to a small balcony complete with 2 deck chairs. It was a lovely room, but not as good as Draco's back home.
Draco ignored that tid bit and opened the smallest bag to unpack. In this one there were only 2 pillows, his water bottle and his dress shoes. He plumped his pillows and switched them for the ones on the bed, he knew he had more in one of his bags. He looked around for a place to put the old pillows and eventually settled on leaving them outside his bedroom door. He turned back to his stuff, he put his white dress shoes at the bottom of his new cupboard and his water bottle he put on his nightstand, it was a light purple cow print flask, non spill and chilling. It was VERY expensive.
Going through 3 more bags he had all of his shoes at the bottom of the cupboard, 6 pairs, all pastels, his hair care supplies were in one of the drawers near his bed and his pillows were all out as well as the cushions for the end of the bed and some cushions for the outside chairs too. He checked the time on his clock he also unpacked that he had hung on the cupboard door. 4:30pm, he had taken an hour and a half to unpack 4 bags! Sirius was right, this would take a while.
He was on his third to last bag when he heard a knock at the door. Answering it he found Sirius holding a plate of Crumbed chicken and rice with sauteed vegetables as well as a cup of lemonade by the look of it with some ice in it. "I brought you dinner. I didn't know if you wanted Lemonade or not so I brought it just in case." He said with a smile. Quickly looking at the clock, he saw it was now 6:45 and he turned back to Sirius.
"Thank you, It looks delicious. And I do like lemonade." Draco answered with a smile and placed the plate and cup on the top of his dresser.
"Wow, I like what you did with the place. Very........ light." Sirius said, his smile never fading.
"Let me guess you were gonna say girly?" Draco assumed with a smile.
"It's just different to the other bedrooms here." Sirius said with a chuckle.
"I could actually use your help if it's no trouble." Draco asked awkwardly.
"Sure, what do you need?" Sirius asked cheerfully.
"Could you please lift the bed while I put down my rug?" Draco asked and held up a mint green faux fur rug.
"Sure." Sirius said and grabbed the end of the bed. "Say when."
Draco took a breath. "Now" He said and Sirius immediately lifted the bed up and Draco spread out the rug on the floor and Sirius then put the bed down again. "Thanks."
"All good. I'll leave you to it? Anything else you need first?" He asked
"Could you fill up my water bottle for me?" Draco asked and Sirius nodded.
"I'll put it in the fridge too. Enjoy your dinner." He said after Draco handed it to him and Sirius left and closed the door. Now that Draco had unpacked almost all of his bags. All of his clothes were in the dresser and/or the cupboard, his wall decor was all up and one of the draws of the side table was filled up. Now he just needed to change the bedding, get out his stuffed animals and put his stationary in the other draw of the side table.
He did so and now the room was just a mini version of the one at his house. By the time he had figured out how to put on bedding without help, eaten his dinner and sorted everything else out it was 10:00 so he sighed, changed into his sleepwear, sat on his new bed which was surprisingly comfortable and pulled his sketchbook and pencils out of the bedside drawer. He flipped to the next fresh page and began sketching.
Although Draco enjoyed writing, he much preferred drawing and so instead of writing in a journal or diary he drew things of the day. Today, he drew the jet, he drew his large pile of bags, he drew Sirius, a butterfly and the house. When Draco was happy with it he placed the sketchbook and pencil on his side table, slipped into the fresh covers and drifted off to sleep.