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The Heaviest Burden of All	By : InfernalParadise Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 4586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Bored hotel stay

On
her first day at Malfoy Manor, Sheryl tried to walk around and remember all the
corridors and rooms as to not get lost. She slept alone in her room, ate alone
in the big dining room, sat by herself in the library where she found enough to
read for a lifetime, watched the house-elves with hidden fascination, and felt
slightly bored which caused her to start talking to herself at times when the
silence around her got too creepy. By the evening of the first day and much to
her surprise, most of her own clothes suddenly appeared in her room�s cupboard
next to some new, expensive looking pieces. Sheryl took a shower, grimaced at
herself as she caught herself talking to her reflection in the mirror, and went
to bed. If life continued like this, she would certainly die of loneliness and
boredom before the week ended. Malfoy shouldn�t wonder if she even started to
teach the house-elves artistic tricks to simply entertain herself.

The
following morning, however, she found Lucius sitting at the breakfast table,
looking at his tea as if he had just bitten into a foul citron. Pissed off
seemed to be the day�s motto, and Sheryl put on her best smile of contentment
to annoy him a little. To her surprise and great disappointment, his mood
lightened up when she sat down opposite him, though.

�Is
everything to your satisfaction?�

�Those
dresses in my cupboard��

He raised
an eyebrow.

�You
don�t like them? It�s no problem to take them back and get others for you if
you want me to.�

�No,
actually I think they are beautiful. I was just wondering� are they really of
silk and velvet?�

�I�ve
never bought anything cheap, if that answers your question�, he replied with an
enigmatic smile at her question.

A
simple yes would have done, too, Sheryl thought and sat down. One of the
house-elves appeared at her side to ask for her breakfast wishes. She decided
on Weetabix and warm milk along with black tea, not missing the amused smile
Malfoy gave at her order.

�What�s
so funny?�

�Forgive
me, but you remind me so little of the dark Lord.�

�I�m glad to say nor do I�, she coolly
remarked before picking up the newspaper that lay on the table in front of her.

�Oh
no, not the Daily Prophet�, an annoyed murmur escaped her lips at the look of
the title page. Disastrous happenings at Hogwarts�s Triwizard Tournament �
is Dumbledore losing his grip? A quick glance at the article told her that
Harry was still alive and �spreading unbelieving rumors about You-know-who and
a fellow student�. Rita Skeeter was a bloody leech on two legs, Sheryl thought
in anger, but inside she felt terribly relieved about Harry. His living
existence gave reason enough for Malfoy�s former mood. It surely was a
disappointment that his dark Lord had failed once more. Oh sweet gloating, what
a nice surprise it is to already have you for breakfast, she grinned to herself
and dropped the papers again.

�You
don�t like the Daily Prophet, I see. Do you want any other newspapers for
breakfast?�

And
don�t forget to put the price for it on my room�s bill, Sheryl�s mind said.

�I
didn�t know there are any other newspapers in London.�

At that,
Lucius laughed and she found herself liking the sound of it immensely.

�There
are some, but I�m afraid the Daily Prophet is even the best of them.�

�I
rather stick to the Daily Prophet, then.�

�As
you wish.�

The
house-elf carried in her breakfast and Sheryl noticed that it avoided to look
at Malfoy in mute panic. She definitely didn�t like the way he obviously
treated them, but all she could do was be nice to them and maybe try Hermione
Granger�s S.P.E.W. thing on them in the future.

�I
believe you are still waiting for some explanations�, Malfoy suddenly said with
seriousness in his voice.

�I
am. It�s just that I�m afraid to hear them, too��

�You
were sorted into the wrong house, that�s why.�

�Excuse
me?�, she frowned.

�Slytherin
would have been the right choice for you, but the Sorting Hat put you into
Gryffindor instead.�

�I�m
happy in Gryffindor�, her reply sounded defensive.

�Are
you? The dark Lord would have had much an easier task to find you if you had
been where you belong.�

�And
where do I belong?�

�Here.
Or next to your father. Now you are right.�

Sheryl put the spoon down as her appetite
disappeared at his words and got up.

�Just
to inform you: I am not right now. In fact, I�ve never felt more wrong.
I�m bored to hell here and I�m forced to live at the place of someone ruthless
whose son�s the biggest stupid git in all of Hogwarts. I don�t like you, I
don�t like Draco, I don�t like this house, and I really can�t stand Voldemort.
If you�ll excuse me now��

Sheryl
felt tears stinging in her eyes as she stormed through the corridors to her
room. All she wanted to have back this very moment was her life, her friends,
her family and the knowledge of Dumbledore watching over them. No matter what
others thought, she loved her adoptive parents, those two people who had raised
her like their own child, and it didn�t matter the least to her that her
adoptive father was a muggle. For all she cared he could be deaf and blind and
she would have still loved him because of what he saw in her. Voldemort had no children.
But as desperately as her brain tried to convince her, she knew it was useless
to lie to herself forever. She wasn�t here for no reason. Deep inside, she
wanted to listen to Malfoy explaining everything, yet every time she thought of
him Cedric�s wide opened, dull eyes gazed at her. No matter how little she
liked this here, it wouldn�t revive him or those others who had died in
Voldemort�s name. She was in a house together with the most handsome
killer-machine the wizard world had ever seen and she felt deeply ashamed about
thinking Malfoy was attractive when knowing of people he had mercilessly
killed.

Midday
and afternoon went by, and even though her stomach grumbled in protest, Sheryl
didn�t want to go downstairs anymore. Maybe starving was the best idea she had
had since her arrival at the Manor. During the evening, however, Malfoy
suddenly knocked at her door and entered when she didn�t reply. For a moment,
he just looked at her sitting on the bed and gazing at him as if she considered
him a nasty insect.

�I
know all of this is new and unfamiliar to you, Sheryl, but it doesn�t change
who you are. You may not like me although that�s unimportant at the moment.�

She
thought of those many Slytherin girls at Hogwarts that branded Lucius as the
sex-God of the universe.

�The
dark Lord is your father even if you refuse to accept it. Your mother was a
witch that turned to the good side a few months before you were born. She died
giving birth, and your father wasn�t able to take care of you at that time. He
thought normal people like your adoptive parents would be the best way to hide
you until his return. Then, however, the happening with the Potters took place,
and the dark Lord was almost destroyed. You know the rest yourself.�

When
he saw that she didn�t show any reactions, he sighed deeply. To normal eyes she
was nothing more but a student of seventeen years, yet the burden that had been
upon her since her birth without her knowledge was heavy enough for a whole
army of men.

�I
know you are bored and I regret my absence, but I have duties to fulfill. I
will be around more from tomorrow evening on, I promise. Meanwhile I suggest
you spend the time in the library.�

She
shrugged as if she couldn�t care less. And then, he did something that
surprised her because he stepped forward and gently raised her chin with his
long, elegant fingers. They looked at each other for a while, wordlessly and
almost puzzled, before he softly stroked across her skin, turned around and
left the room. Sheryl felt strange when she got up from the bed to go
downstairs and have something for dinner. Did he put a spell on her through his
touch? Suddenly all she wanted to do was sleep forever and never wake up again.
Her room seemed so much brighter now, almost if she had never seen it in light,
and the shining surroundings made her both dizzy and tired. Dinner could wait a
few more minutes, she decided before she fell on the bed again for a little
nap.
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The Heaviest Burden of All

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Chapter 3

Bored hotel stay

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