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Lovely Secrets	By : lissagal99 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6
By the end of the carriage ride Draco had become quiet accustomed to the scent of vanilla. Harrietta had awoken buy had stayed in his arms, not knowing where else to go. They were near is home now having passed the narrow bridge at his property’s edge.
“I missed the view.”
“We can go to the markets tomorrow, if you’d like to see it.”
Etta shook her head, “I cannot go to the markets so soon after meeting you.” She looked at him as if he should know this. “People will think I’ve married you for your money. I’d prefer they think I’m a monster than using you for your money.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “You are no monster!”
“How else could I have convinced you into marrying me in less than a day’s time. The kind of manipulation necessary for this is egregious. I’d prefer they think that of me than anything else.” By monster she clearly meant master manipulator. It was hard to believe that someone who spoke so candidly could be seen as a manipulator of any sort.
They came to a stop in front of Malfoy Manor. “I shall return shortly.” When the carriage door opened from the back Draco slipped out to give directions to the coachmen.
When he returned Henrietta had been transformed back to the beauty he’d met by the trees. The nap had dislodged her hair, but now all of the frizz had been extinguished. Her makeup was fresh and there were no signs that she had been crying. There was a slight sheen to her lips and her dress looked as if it came from closet rather than ruffled on a long carriage ride.
The sun was barely visible over the line of the horizon as Draco Malfoy helped his beautiful bride down the steps of the carriage. “You look beautiful,” he whispered. That feeling had returned to him. That feeling that had always evaded him when he was with women. That brought a smile to her lips, if not her eyes.
As they walked the steps to the entrance, her arm linked through his, Harrietta feared whom she might meet at the french door. But there were only two servants waiting at each door. One announced their arrival as he opened the tall door, “Mr. and Mrs. Draco Malfoy.”
But there was no one there to meet them. Henrietta panicked. Draco turned to her. “They are in the music room. I assure you that is where they meet all of their guests.”
“Guests?”
Sure enough as they entered the music room there was Mrs. Malfoy proper. And many more.
*****
In what could only have been a few hours notice, Mrs. Malfoy had thrown together a celebration. That much was clear.
The music room was attached to the ballroom. From there Etta could see a flurry of people being swept up in the notes coming from the piano. The walls were a deep emerald with veins of golden leaves twisting to the high ceiling. The drapes were all open to the night. Instruments lined the room in such a way that Etta knew there wasn’t any way that they could all be played. More of a museum of musical instruments than anything else. The room itself was not square but oval so that sounds could reverberate more easily.
Mrs. Malfoy stood by the harp. Her smile seemed genuine. “Draco, I am so glad to see you home again.”
Etta wondered how long he’d been gone. Perhaps the trip to her castle was not the only one.
“Mother, I would like to present to you Mrs. Harrietta Malfoy nee Potter.” Harrietta gave a slight bow of her head as she bent at the knee, her right foot tucking smoothly behind her left.
Mrs. Malfoy moved forward. “Yes, of course. I do wish we did not have to meet under such formal conditions.” Mrs. Malfoy worried that she was too young, she worried that it had been so quick, and she worried that she did not know her son at all. “Welcome to the Malfoy family. Come along.” She had already turned around without giving Etta the chance to speak. When she entered the ballroom. The music diminished as she introduced, “The newest member of the Malfoy family. The young and sole living Potter has now entered into a family of strength and affection. Please join me in congratulating for the first time, the happily wed Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mrs. Harrietta Malfoy.”
There was a round of applause as Draco led Etta into the room and down the few steps. They were quickly swept into handshakes and bows, kisses on the cheeks, and congratulatory hugs on Draco’s side. It was was not what Etta had expected. She’d expected them to turn their backs, to whisper and gossip. But she saw none of this. So either they had done so beforehand, or they were really quite good at hiding their emotions. Nonetheless, she’d already decided to enjoy this whether it was authentic or not.
Draco and Etta danced, they snuck into neat hidden corners where Draco whispered in her ear and kissed her on the cheek, the forehead, the corner of her lips. Etta blushed and laughed and had the best night of her life.
As the night dwindled on she was deliriously happy. Draco announced his thanks to the crowd and led Etta to the grand staircase. From here, they could still hear the music and talking. They watched Mrs. Malfoy speak to each guest as they waited for their coaches.
Etta was so distracted by the magnificence of the evening that she notice how close Draco had gotten. Both his arms around her waist, his body flush against her back as he breathed against her neck. Her whole body suddenly felt as if she were melting. “Let’s retire,” he whispered as dropped a kiss to her neck. She felt too hot.
She was slowly pulled into a room just behind them. It was large and had a door near on the rear left of the room. The rest was lost on her as Draco kissed her again. This time on the lips. She could not resist him: not like this, not tonight. Not on what was clearly their wedding night. She matched him as lips descended on her again; wet and soft. His mouth opened and so did hers. It felt as if her soul was being sucked out of her body. It was too much. It was all too much. She was flying she was sure. Flying far too high.
Draco was hot. He was happy; he’d thought. He was cautious; he’d thought. He was in control; at first. But as soon as his lips touched Etta’s he’d lost that control. He was no longer in charge, his body was telling him what he wanted, and how he was to achieve his goal. She felt perfect in his arms. She smelled of fresh vanilla and something else. Something that told him to keep going. To keep kissing, to keep her close, to stroke her hair. It was all going so well. Thoughts of what came next were lost on him as only the present mattered. Only the beauty pressed against him sighing against his lips mattered. And then it stopped.
She wasn’t sighing, she wasn’t kissing, she holding on to him. She wasn’t even holding herself up. He had her in his arms and she was empty. Her eyes closed, body still. He panicked. “Etta?” Softly at first. “Etta?” a bit louder. “Etta!” nearly a shout.
There was no response. “Etta! Wake up!” He moved her to chaise, the closest soft place. He laid her down as gently shook her. He wanted to call for help, but he didn’t want to leave her. He panicked.
He put his head to her chest. At first he could hear nothing but the pounding in his own hears. He gave up. She still looked flushed. He put his hand by her slack mouth and felt soft breaths. “Etta, please.” He gave another soft shake. Nothing.
He grasped her against him and listened for her breathing. It was slow and gentle, but steady. He waited.
There was a soft sigh. “Etta?” Nothing. He looked down; her eyes were still closed. “Etta, please, just open your eyes. That’s all I want. You don’t have to say anything. Just, please, look at me. Please.”
There was nearly a grimace, before her eye lids slowly lifted. Not all the way, but enough that those green orbs were visible. Enough that Draco could smile. “Gods, you frightened me. Please don't scare me like that. Please don’t…”
He still could not bring himself to walk to the door and ask for help. He couldn’t stop touching her. “I’m right here, Love. Right here.” He felt a soft pat on his head. This girl would be the death of him he was sure. Her eyes were closed again but her fingers in his hair told him she was awake. He lifted her to the bed; he removed her shoes; he stroked her hair; and he watched her sleep. She tried to say something but it was muffled.
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