IN WITH THE NEW (SITE EVENT)

[draco lucius malfoy]

WILL YOU DANCE TO THIS BEAT

Holiday break had turned out to not be so bad, actually. Draco and Tegan immediately went back to Malfoy Manor to be greeted by their parents. Of course, Father hurriedly hugged Tegan before Draco even got the chance to say hello, but he did one-arm hug his son afterward. Draco was convinced the gesture was only based on the grounds that he was a fellow Death Eater. He sighed as they entered the house and then began conversing of the resistance actions within Hogwarts. Draco announced he'd given up a few seventh years to Amycus Carrow for sketching 'Potter Still Lives' over the door of the Great Hall. Lucius seemed proud enough.

The rest of break had been rather simple, boring, even. He'd been invited to the Ministry by his father, but instead convinced his mother he had too many friends to deal with such things of that matter. Of course, Mother caved in to his desires, and he got let off. Really, Draco had ended up wandering about Diagon Alley that day. He had, fortunately, run into some of his friends, so he'd have an alibi, at least, if his mother questioned their parents. It had finally come down to the one day that was actually interesting over break, which was the New Year Party his father and mother hosted. All of their guests would arrive shortly, to their home, and then they would all travel down to the city to enjoy a fireworks display.

Draco sported his best dress robes as he looked in the mirror, adjusting his tie. He slicked back his hair and then slipped on his black shoes and disappeared down the stairs. He had beat Tegan, which was obvious by it being rather quiet. One of the house-elves stood at the door, quivering. Draco shot it a nasty look before turning into the living space, where his father sat on the couch and his mother paced. She always was worried about those type of events. It wasn't as though they stayed in the living room, though. There were far too many guests for them all to fit there comfortably. Instead, there was a tent set up in the backyard with lights and tables and house-elves who would serve unwillingly.

"Calm down, Mom," Draco said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. He wished she wouldn't worry so much. He knew she was probably curious if the Dark Lord would make an appearance. Draco doubted it. Though, it was possible, since most of the Death Eaters would be there that evening. Draco simply strode over to the fire and shoved his hands in his pocket, staring at the flickering flames, waiting for the doorbell to ring. He knew Tegan would be down soon, sure to be the life of the party. She always was. Most of the younger Death Eaters flirted with her, and the older ones preyed on her from afar. Of course they'd never do anything, since Tegan was a Malfoy, but Draco knew they wanted to. It disgusted him, but hey, Death Eaters generally did.

AND HOLD A LOVER CLOSE

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

Lucius had gotten past the pacing stage once Narcissa had come down the stairs. Now she'd taken over with the worry and anxiety, and he was pretending to be relaxed, sat back in his favourite armchair by the fireplace in the drawing room. As yet they hadn't lit a fire, because there was still time until their first guests arrived and they wouldn't be congregating in the drawing room anyway, but in the tent they'd erected especially for the occasion outside. In the next twenty minutes or so, guests would start to arrive. He was expecting their closest friends, the Cornfoots, to arrive a little earlier, and he was looking forward to seeing them, at least.

This was the first New Year's party which Lucius was holding as Minister of Magic, and he was quite excited about it. Originally he'd wanted to hold the gathering at the Ministry itself, but the Ministry's Security Department [MSD] had told him that he hadn't given them enough notice and that it wasn't safe to hold such a big event there. He hadn't been best pleased about being denied his big moment to really show off to his friends in the grand setting of the Ministry, and he'd reprimanded the MSD by giving them a bigger work load over the Christmas period.

Lucius idly brushed down the front of his robes, which were already pristine, before he noticed his son entering the room. He glanced at his gold watch to check the time, and pursed his lips when he saw that Tegan was being fashionably late again. He hadn't seen her at all that day, having been whisked off by her Mother to get her hair done, and spent most of the day in the bath and her bedroom getting ready, and it just made him restless. He just wanted to see his little Princess, and know that she was looking forward to the party.

[tegan dienna malfoy]

How could Tegan find only one great thing about parties? There wasn't just a single, incredible aspect. She enjoyed socialising, she enjoyed the make up and clothes, she enjoyed the drinks, she enjoyed the entertainment. Of course, this only really related to these kinds of parties- her mother's tea parties made her wish she was at the bottom of the black lake and being attacked by the giant squid. Besides, there was the promise of fireworks and Stephen at this New Years' party and so Tegan was game.

She had spent the whole day sorting out her appearance. Ever since she'd been at home, she'd spent plenty of time with her family, she decided, and so was convinced that today she could have as much time away from them as she needed. Although her mother took her out to have her hair done, Tegan returned and cooped herself up in her bedroom. She had spent hours deciding which dress to wear and was torn. Her mother wanted a skin hugging, slender number in purple; her father had suggested emerald. Both of the dresses were lovely but there was one opinion that mattered to her tonight.

For a long time, the girl had been debating admitting her feelings to Stephen Cornfoot. He was her best friend and had been for her whole life, virtually. It was only recently she'd realised she'd fallen in love with him but she was head over heels. This was no schoolgirl crush. She was in love with the Ravenclaw boy and she couldn't deny it any longer. Throughout her hour and a half long hot bath, where she'd used about a million different lotions and potions to make her soft and sweet smelling. Part of it was just to irritate Draco, who'd have to use the bathroom after her, and would hopefully end up smelling like flowers and girl.

As she sat at her dressing table, she wondered how she could go about this. Would she even go through with it? How did she know that he actually liked her back? All these thoughts were running through her mind when she noticed the time. She was already late and she could hear Draco moving around outside and so, with a heavy sigh, she made a decision and made herself ready. This had to work. She hoped it would work- it would be most embarrassing if it didn't.

Ten minutes later, Tegan descended the stairs slowly, her ice white heels clicking on the stone steps as she walked. She made sure that they knew she was on her way, she liked to make an entrance. A moment later, she was gliding into the living area, a small smirk on her rosy pink lips and her eyebrow cocked. "Well?" she asked, as though she'd already asked them a million times how she looked. She indicated down to the dress she had chosen: elegant, slightly glittery and, with her decision made, blue.

[narcissa violette malfoy]

Narcissa gave a small sigh as she paced and held her hand to her head. As much as she adored the parties and events that the family put on, they were stressful. She did this every single time, and every time the party went successfully. There was never any need for her to be worried because everything was perfect and spotless, as was the Malfoy way. Yet there was still that niggling little feeling she had and that thought in the back of her mind that asked: what if the house elves have done something wrong? What if they hadn't laid cutlery and crockery out at the proper angles? She didn't like knives and forks being out of place. What if the elves had forgotten something, like the wine, or the champagne?

One would have thought it would have been worse now that Lucius Malfoy was the Minister for Magic. But this was just what Cissy was like at the start of every single event the Malfoys hosted. At every party they held. She didn't know how Lucius could be so calm but she had seen him pacing earlier and she supposed that he had to make an even more professional impression now that he was the Minister, but he needn't fear. After all, he always made an impeccable, professional impression. She was so very proud of him and would have given him a kiss had it not been for her own anxieties.

Luckily, her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of her son. She had barely seen either of her children that day, and she assumed Tegan was still upstairs getting ready. She had been that age once and knew what it was like, and so she was lenient with the girl, but the fear was starting to make her worry.

"Yes, sweetheart," she replied to her son, shaking her head as though shaking the thoughts from her mind, and allowing a smile to form on her face. She nodded, took a sip of water from a glass nearby and settled herself down on the sofa next to her husband. "I just want-" She was interrupted again, this time by her daughter, who had arrived not long after Draco. The girl looked, as always, pristine. Narcissa had made sure both of her children appreciated the importance of looking clean, immaculate.

She did notice that Tegan wasn't wearing the dress she'd picked out for her- the slim one- but the blue complimented her complexion well enough. "It isn't what I laid out for you..." she began and frowned a little, but only because she was realising that, with her child making her own decisions, she was now losing her daughter as well as her son. Narcissa loved laying out their clothes, fussing over them, making sure that they were dependent on her. She had done this less so with Tegan, since Lucius had fulfilled that role well enough, but choosing dresses for her little girl to wear had been one of the biggest of Narcissa's joys. Now she realised that Tegan would probably never wear a dress suggested by Narcissa again. "You look lovely, darling. Both of you do. I am so proud of you both," she gushed suddenly, approaching Draco and pressing a kiss to his cheek, and then the same to Tegan. She held her daughter at arms length for a moment, considering her with a small smile.

"Oh Lucius, we are so lucky," she commented as she walked back to her place on the sofa. "To have such beautiful children. Merlin knows what I'd feel if they'd turned out like Mrs Goyle's son," she added with a shudder.

[draco lucius malfoy]

WILL YOU DANCE TO THIS BEAT

Draco felt relief when his mother sighed at his comment, agreeing to follow his wishes. He didn't want to make her think he thought poorly of her, because of course that wasn't the case. He just felt that his mother was so overwhelmed, and always was at those events. He looked over to his father, who didn't even flinch when he came down the stairs. Great. He rolled his eyes at his father, clenching his fists at his side. What was his deal, anyway? Draco didn't do anything wrong. But, of course, it didn't matter. It didn't matter if Draco did a bunch of things right. All that mattered was little miss perfect upstairs, Daddy's little princess. Pft. How pathetic.

He finally heard the footsteps of his sister and ignored them, staring into the fire instead. He bit his lower lip as he heard his father make some sort of awful remark in the background. Draco rolled his eyes again, then turned on his heel and looked at his mother. She looked annoyed. Apparently, Tegan hadn't even given her the decency of wearing what she'd picked out. No manners he thought to himself. Draco felt like he wanted to just rush out and not attend the stupid party. Then he thought about his mother, and how this was important to her. Sighing, he decided on standing his position. It was unfortunate, though, to have a heart.

His green eyes set on his mother's form as it traveled across the room to him. He squished up his nose as she kissed his cheek, but grinned down at her - for she was shorter. Draco's smile was genuine. His smile dropped as she proceeded to do the same to Tegan. He looked the other way, listening to his mother's sweet voice echo in the large room they were in. Draco sighed. Children? he questioned in his mind. She means child. To Dad, anyway. He's only proud of Tegan. Dunno why. Not like she's a bloody Death Eater or anything.

Draco almost spat at his mother's jeer at Goyle. He laughed, putting a hand on his stomach. "I wouldn't let her hear you, though," he said with a snicker, grinning at her. "I'm sure even she knows it's true," he commented, then sighed. The doorbell suddenly rang, allowing them to note that their guests were arriving. Draco looked over to the threshold where one of the house-elves stood, shivering. He smirked. "Well? Are you going to answer the door or did you lose your ability to do so?" he asked at it, rather loudly. The elf let out a soft 'eep' and ran over to the door, collectively opening it and bowing to whomever had entered.

He looked over to his mother, assuming she'd jump from her position and welcome their guests as they were ushered in. Draco knew he was supposed to greet them after his parents, then take them out to the tent where the festivities would begin. He stood aside for them to move through, then waited along the wall for their guests to fully enter the manor, ready to take them outside.

AND HOLD A LOVER CLOSE

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

When Tegan came into the room, Lucius' face lit up. With both his children ready, both looking presentable and smart, he felt a lot more at ease. After all, his children were a reflection on him, and he wanted everyone to know how well their family had done, and to prove that they'd only climbed further up the social ladder. As the first big event he was holding since becoming the Minister of Magic, Lucius was determined that this evening be a success.

"Nothing to do with luck, my love," said Lucius to Narcissa, whilst he stood up and paced over towards Tegan. "They're Malfoys, of course they're beautiful-" He gave Tegan a little peck on her cheek before he turned towards Draco and gave him a manly pat on his shoulder. "-handsome and strong." He gave Draco a smile before he turned and paced again. "The party tonight is an important event. I know you'll both make me proud. Unlike the last Crabbe dinner party, when young Vincent got a tad too excitable after drinking too much wine. A boy his age really shouldn't be smoking, either. There was the undeniable stench of Deadlyius tobacco on his person."

Lucius glanced at Draco, but didn't say anything. Instead he kept that familiar snooty air about him as he held his head high, incredibly proud of his family. He wasn't sure whether or not Draco had dabbled in illicit substances as well, but he was mostly confident that his son wouldn't let him down. Lucius gave off the impression that he favoured Tegan over Draco, but really Draco was the more important one. As the boy, public eyes were on him, and it was his achievements which would always outweigh Tegan's. That's just how their society worked.

[tegan dienna malfoy]

Having expected her mother's disapproval at the lack of silk, Tegan was surprised when she received a compliment anyway. Well, she did look very good, she supposed with a little smirk and a bright smile as her mother embraced her. She glanced at her brother afterwards and caught sight of a little jealousy but she just turned away, as her father was approaching her. She flashed him a sweet, innocent smile at his comment and wasn't going to disagree. In fact, the only sound she made was when she giggled at Draco's comment; they might not get along all the time, but she still found her older brother quite funny at times.

She glanced towards Lucius as he spoke but wasn't paying too much attention. Personally, she hated it when people around her were smoking those awful things but she wasn't going to comment. Instead she waited until the house elf had been instructed by Draco- the stupid, idiotic things didn't know what to do it seemed- to answer the door before she checked herself, yet again, in the mirror hanging above the fireplace.

This was it. Tonight was the night she would go through with this, even though she wasn't really supposed to be the one making the first move. At least she could heavily hint to Stephen that she was very...very...interested. Of course, it would all have to be away from prying eyes. She had no doubts that both of their parents would be happy if they decided to become a couple but that was just the problem, because she didn't want them involved. All she wanted was Stephen. She took her place beside her mother, though, waiting for the guests to arrive and hoping that she looked better than she felt.