Chapter 23 : An Order to Leave
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Chapter 23: An Order to Leave
Isabell slowly opened up her eyes and squinted at the harsh light that flowed in through the windows. Her face contorted into a frown as she raised her head from the uncomfortable pillow she was sleeping on. The area reeked of cleaning solvent and old people. She slid her hands around the vicinity, feeling the jarring mattress below her. She shifted underneath the rough cotton sheets, cringing at how uncomfortable she felt in this bed. Yet, the moment her hand touched the cloth robe that clung to her body, she screamed bloody murder. A figure next to her became startled and seemed to have awoken with a start. It was Draco and he had slept by her side that night, only to wake up not to a whispering beauty, but a shrieking red head. He winced as he pushed himself out of the uncomfortable leather chair that sat beside her bed. He clutched onto the railing with one hand, placing his other onto her shoulder for comfort and ceasing her annoying shouting.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, trying to come off soothing but he showed irritation with the situation.
“What am I wearing?!” she exclaimed, pushing down the covers and exposing the crinkled robe that was wrapped around her curves.
Draco chuckled, “Only you would say such a thing. You don’t care to know how we got here.”
“We’re here in one piece, that’s all that matters,” she snapped. “Now did you bring me anything decent to wear?”
He leaned over to the chair he was once sleeping in and removed her fur coat from the back of it. He handed that and her jewel encrusted clutch to her which Isabell greedily took into her grasp. She wrapped herself up into the luxurious coat with a flicker of pain in her eyes as she slipped her arms through the sleeves.
“I apparated here,” Draco announced.
His friend examined the outside of her purse as she said sarcastically, “You learned how to use your license, good job!”
“I mean I apparated with you in my arms last night in order to get us here,” he smirked.
Isabell paused before opening up her clutch and snapped her narrowed gaze at Draco. She raised her sharp edged purse and slapped his arm repeatedly with it, her mouth tumbling out curses and harsh words to him. He raised his arms up in defense both to her words and to her constant hitting; he didn’t know which was worse.
“You fucking idiot!” she exclaimed as she lowered her weapon to her lap; more in fear that she would ruin it. “I can’t believe you! You put our lives in danger! We could have been fucking scrambled eggs!” She raised her purse again and smacked him one last time, “You fucking idiot!”
“You mentioned that already,” Draco grimaced, rubbing his tender arm. “Look, it was the only way to get us out of there. You were coughing again and I wasn’t one to just watch you drown in your blood while my father threw more curses and hexes at me.”
Isabell stayed quiet for a moment and then asked sheepishly, “Do they know what’s wrong with me?”
“Yeah, you have, no correction had, a,” he searched through his pocket with a bandaged hand and removed a small piece of parchment, “small case of lung cancer. Actually the healer said that you simply had holes in your lungs.”
“They healed them?”
“Yes they did. Why didn’t you go and see a mediwizard before?” Draco asked.
“My mother? That’s why?”
“No, I mean your mother is standing behind you,” she reiterated.
He turned around and found his mother walking into the linoleum floored room. Her white-blonde hair was pulled back into a loose fitting bun and her body was completely covered by a white jacket. Draco was most certain that if she didn’t have her make up on, she would have resembled a ghost. She smiled at him, trying to overshadow the depth of situation, like she always did. Narcissa was not one to return her mind to bad memories, but her son tended to open up old wounds.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she answered simply.
“Are you sure, because-”
“Draco, darling, I’m fine, really,” she persisted.
“Mum, you had a heart attack.”
“It was a small heart problem, nothing big.”
“You could have died.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Draco,” she sighed, interrupting him again, “the car is waiting for you and Isabell out back. I expect to see you in five minutes, no later. Understood?”
And with that, she spun around on her heel and breezed out of the room just as quickly as she had entered. Draco furrowed his brow after his mother; he still hated being told what to do by her and even more pressing, he didn’t too much like the fact that she was ignoring the grave topic that was hovering over them. He sighed, shook his head with disbelief, and then gazed at Isabell underneath heavily lidded eyes. She held her arms out in front of her, gesturing for Draco to help her out of the disgusting, bumpy bed. He understood and clutched onto her slender waist, dragging her off of it. He was about to place her down onto the sticky, linoleum floor, when he thought it would be better to carry her like he had when he brought her here the night before. Draco swung Isabell’s soft legs over his chest and caught them with his other arm, cringing slightly in pain from his shoulder which had yet to heal completely.
He bent over and whispered, “Hold on tight.”
She obeyed, shut her eyes, and tightened her grip around his neck as she felt the pressure swarm around her body. Isabell finally caught her breath as Draco stumbled across the Persian carpet of his bedroom. She popped one eye open and sighed with relief at the familiar sight. He strolled over towards his mahogany canopy bed and pulled back the covers so that his friend was able to slip into them. Isabell gratefully slithered down underneath the Egyptian sheets, letting the luxurious blanket rub up against her legs. Draco placed the covers over her body and smirked.
“Sleep, you need your rest. Tonight is the big night where I get to show you off to everyone,” he whispered.
“What about your parents? They were waiting for us outside-”
“Don’t worry about them. They can handle themselves for a few minutes,” he replied.
He cut her off by placing his index finger over her supple lips, a stern look washed upon his face, “Isabell, sleep, now. It’s an order, okay?”
She sniggered underneath his finger and nodded. He pulled away from her, almost hesitantly, wondering if maybe he should stay beside her. But with a reassuring wink from her, Draco decided it was best to disapparate back to the hospital where his mother was most likely frantically scurrying around the place, trying to find her beloved Draco.
A sniffing noise protruded into the small boy’s tiny ears, causing him to shift underneath the cotton sheets that were damp with sweat and tears. He opened up his groggy grey eyes to find the same little girl that was always by his side; she was crying. He scrunched his faced up with confusion as he studied her slouched posture and shaking body that was obviously vibrating from the sobs that continued to bounce off of the walls. Draco propped himself onto his elbows, pushing back a piece of blonde hair so that he was able to get a better view of her.
“Why are you crying?” he snapped.
Isabell gasped at the sudden sound of speech and looked up at her friend with glassy blue eyes, rimmed with depressed tears. A smile curved across her lips and she pushed herself off of her rough, plastic chair, trotting over to the lowered bed that Draco was laying in. He tossed her a questionable expression, not fully understanding the reason why she was crying in the first place.
“You were asleep for so long!” she breathed, clutching onto the cold, silver rail that surrounded his bed.
“That’s what happens when the mediwitch gives you a sleeping potion!” he barked, but immediately felt bad for doing so. Her face had dropped down into a depressed expression and she looked like she was on the verge of tears again. He rolled his eyes at her and forced out the words, “I’m sorry. I’m just cranky that’s all.”
She grinned, knowing that it took a lot out of him to apologize for being rude and for telling the truth in one sitting. Isabell sniffed away the threatening tears and pulled herself up onto the bed. She crawled over to sit beside her friend, wanting to make him feel better. And he did by explaining to her what his first time on a broom felt like; even though he crashed and ended up in St. Mungo’s, but he left that part out. Isabell pretended to be fascinated in all that said, however, she was more fascinated by the fact that he could light up so easily once he had a pair of listening ears.
“Oh god,” Isabell moaned as he rolled over onto her side.
She glanced at the empty space next to her. She could have sworn that she felt Draco laying beside her sleeping form, but she supposed that she was wrong for all she found was a folded up pieces of parchment. Isabell snatched it up with an eager hand and climbed up into a sitting position, making sure not to get up too quickly. The note was scratched across with Draco’s handwriting:
She didn’t really need him per se, but she did want to talk to him, to be close to him, to see if he was alright with the recent events that had occurred. Thus, the valiant young red head pushed the hefty covers off of her frail body and jumped onto the floor, trotting over to the wardrobe. She pulled back the mirrored doorway and seized a long button up white shirt of Draco’s. While removing her fur coat, she walked casually over to the where her friend kept his undergarments, socks, and other raiment. Her hand tugged open the third compartment from the top, removing a pair of black boxers that Draco hadn’t worn since he was twelve, when he moved on to wearing boxer briefs. Isabell slipped into the shorts and removed the uncomfortable cotton robe from underneath the large, tent-like shirt. As she shut the door closed, she examined her attire in the mirror and nodded an approval to her reflection; it was casually chic.
Isabell padded throughout the house, making her way to spotless living room. The house felt eerily vacant, she noticed and began to wonder if his parents were home. She pushed the glass doorway open, exiting the strange house that seemed to like creeping her out lately. Her feet were receiving some harsh pricks from the frigid, sharp grass below her as she strolled down the crunchy hill, towards the blonde headed boy that stood beside the creek, staring at it. He looked as though he could see all of the answers in the universe in that small, rushing wave of a creek. Draco turned around, glimpsing at his friend and her clothing. There was no grin cracking over his face, as was expected and Isabell then realized that there was something serious swimming throughout his mind. She stopped beside him, her feet now numb with cold as she tried to stare into his arctic, grey eyes.
“Draco,” she began, “are you alright?”
“I … I think you should go home,” he whispered.
His statement caught her of guard. Was he being serious? Did he actually want her gone and away from him? His father was home, he had no way of protecting himself. She wouldn’t be his excuse anymore for his sudden outbursts at the dinner table. Isabell wouldn’t be able to keep tabs on him and make sure he was safe. She knitted her brow with frustration, clenching her fists at her side.
“Isabell,” he stated firmly, “you need to go home. Tomorrow in fact.”
“After we open gifts, have our annual Christmas brunch, you will leave. It’s for your own good,” he declared. “I can’t pretend that you’re safe here. I can hardly pretend myself that I’m safe here. My selfish ways have endangered your life and I will not stand for it any longer. Please do as I say and go home where you cannot be bothered by the loud squabbles of my parents in the late night, where you will receive a full night’s sleep, where you won’t have curses thrown at your body. Please Isabell, do it for me.”
He didn’t look at her the whole time during his speech; his eyes were glued to the ground below him. Isabell’s voice seemed to have disappeared once she had heard the whole explanation, her mouth was agape and her eyes were widely rimmed with tears. She felt like that little girl again in the hospital, the one who almost thought she was losing her best friend. The same feeling coursed through her, her entire life felt as though it was coming to a crashing halt, like a train crash. Draco’s hand brushed away a numbing tear that dripped down her reddened cheeks. He forced himself to smile at her, trying to lighten the situation, even though it seemed devastating to her.
“I can’t just leave you here all alone!” she breathed. “I said I would stay with you and I will keep to my statement.”
“Isabell, you’ve only been here for three days. Just think of what the next eleven are going to be like. It won’t get better, that much I can tell you,” he said. “Now go off and get ready for the party. Guests are soon to be arriving within an hour to an hour and a half.”
Much to her resentment of the dismissal, Isabell regained her regal composure and marched off back to the manor. She gazed off in the distanced as her feet were cut up more and more by the broken sticks and frostbitten grass. She could go for a hot shower and cold drink right about now. The information of her leave was almost enough to make her break down at just the thought of it, but seeing as she was a Vartier, Isabell knew that she had to pull herself together. In this world of the rich and luxurious, no one expressed deep emotions of pain … it was weak and Isabell Vartier was not weak, she would prove it at the party.
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