Summary: Laila is a Slytherin who holds a particular loathing towards Draco Malfoy. Unusually quiet and reserved, she is Draco's target for mockery. But the unexpected appearance of their future child Naina changes all this and sends the two into an adventure they wish they could escape. Draco is forced to protect Laila...as her husband.
CHAPTER 2 IS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories: Draco/Other Character Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 2
Completed: No
Word count: 1625
Read: 4314
Published: 03/24/05
Updated: 06/13/05
1. Réunion désagréable by sagirah
2. Faire de la Connaissance by sagirah
Réunion désagréable by sagirah
Laila sighed as she closed her Potions book. Opening her black, leather bag, she took out her pen. Twirling it in with her fingers she recalled her departure from platform 9 3/4. Arash, her brother had been there this time. He'd carried her luggage and had seen to it she'd have proper food. Already she missed him. Laila pictured him standing waving furiously as though he were some sort of maniac. He would only behave like that for her. She could see him clearly. Jet-black hair, spiked with gel, his goatee, the same only without the gel. His naturally strong build enhanced by the hours of workout from his summer training in Afghanistan. Parvati had actually been drooling. Chuckling to herself, Laila began twirling it again, reflecting on her brother.
Without warning the compartment door slid violently open. Startled she looked up and met faces lit only by cruel laughter.
"Did you hear the way he whimpered? Looked as though he was going to wet his pants!" cackled Malfoy. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy followed him in. Malfoy's cold eyes directed their attention now to Laila. She stared stubbornly back. "What's that you've got there Eslami?" pointing to her red laquer Tiffany pen. It took her a moment to register he was speaking to her. After all, most people referred to her as Laila, not her last name. She tried to hide it, but it was too late. He snatched it away, then inspecting it. He turned it over as though it was merely a new toy.
"Give it back!" she hissed quietly.
Malfoy displayed his infamous sneer, "Make--"
But Laila had already launched herself at him. Or rather his stomach as she was too short to properly get a good grip on his neck. They landed on the floor against the compartment door.
"Give it back!" she whispered in a deadly voice pressing her slender fingers to his neck. Taken aback he held out his hand, jaw wide open. She stood up slowly, and began to gather her things, when she stopped abruptly; put her things back, and sat determinedly back in her seat She would not let him get to her. Okay, so she just had but not anymore. Her brother had specifically asked her not to harm Malfoy.
Malfoy had already gathered himself up, sitting at a distance from her, eyes darting towards her as though she were an angry cat. Frankly, Laila felt as though she would pounce. Pansy busied herself with Malfoy, behaving as though Laila had been about to kill him. She frequently shot Laila dirty looks, afraid herself to do any more, for fear of being put in the same position. Eventually they regained their composure and began talking about their summers. Pansy insisted on recalling her visit to Malfoy’s mansion. Malfoy, bored within minutes, redirected his attention to Laila.
“What was that anyways Eslami?” he asked. Laila looked out the window silently combing her long curls through her fingers.
“What are you talking about?” she asked icily.
“The small red wand looking thing. What was it?”
“Why so curious? Why would you want to know about anything muggle-made?” She gazed sadly at Malfoy’s disgusted and twisted expression. He hadn’t always been this cruel. At least not when she’d first met him.
Faire de la Connaissance by sagirah
Chapter 2
(Flash back to first Year. Diagon Alley)
“Draco I’m growing tired of this,” she hissed, her toe tapping impatiently on the cobblestone street, “how much more do you need to buy?”
With a raised eyebrow Draco gave his mother a bored look, “My robes, wand, and owl.”
His mother answered his expression with a reserved sour of her own, “In that case, I’m going ahead to Ollivanders…You go get your robes made.”
“Yes mother,” he added with a hint of sarcasm that was lost on her.
*******
As Draco walked out of Madame Malkins, his thoughts rested on the boy he had just met. He had looked so familiar…anyways…the boy was bound to be someone he detested if he hung around with filth like Hagrid. Draco had reached Ollivanders, and was staring up at its crumbling face.
As he stepped into the doorway he collided with a considerably large house-elf. He stared down at with a haughty expression clouding his face, “Excuse-you. You might want to watch where you’re going.”
“Hey! You’re the one who knocked me down!” she snapped.
Odd. She wasn’t a house-elf after all. Her voice wasn’t high and squeaky, but rather spiced and scorched. Her hair fell in long midnight curls; her copper skin glimmered. She must be a veela!
As she pushed back her locks behind her curiously pointed ears, Draco noticed her freshly manicured hands. Not only that, but she fashioned a fine lustrous silk robe. Obviously the girl was wealthy. She glared up at him with piercing green cat eyes. Her lips curled into the sort of pout most girls envied.
“S-sorry,” he apologized offering his hand.
She grasped it tightly as he pulled her up off the floor. “Thank you,” she snarled, gathering up her packages and marched out the door.
“Draco, how clumsy you are!” Narcissa scolded, “That was the Eslamis’ daughter…quite a pretty creature though, isn’t she?” Draco muttered vague agreement. His mind was somewhat numb at the moment.
*****
Following his father into Magical Menagerie, Draco asked his father about the Eslamis.
“Where do they live?”
“They have many estates…mostly in Egypt and Saudi Arabia.”
“They don’t live in England?” Draco asked crestfallen.
“Weren’t you listening? How many times do I have to repeat myself? I said they have several estates. So yes…they do live in England.”
“I was their daughter today. She’s my age I think.”
“The Eslamis don’t have a daughter,” he said dismissively, “Now. I’m leaving you here. Pick out your owl and I will come to fetch you in half an hour.”
“Where are you going father?”
“I don’t believe that’s any of your concern,” he said coldly.
As Lucius strode out the veela girl rushed in, “Have you seen Madame Domitor?”
“You!” he yelped.
“Yes me,” she replied vaguely; barely paying him notice, “Where did you say she was?”
“I didn’t. I dunno. I was kind of wondering myself.”
“Oh all right,” she sighed as though it was his fault.
They both stood silently. Draco staring at her and she drumming her fingers upon the counter. “Are you a veela,” he burst suddenly.
“Does it look like I sprout wings and talons?” she barked knowing perfectly well what he meant. “Sorry,” she added slightly ashamed, “No.”
“I just meant you looked nice,” he muttered his cheeks pink.
The girl smiled at this. Flattery after all worked surprisingly well on her, “My name’s Laila. Yours?”
“Draco…Malfoy.” He had expected her nose to wrinkle or at least her eyes to widen at the name, but she merely thought a moment then nodded.
“Really? My parents have visited your house”“
“Manor,” he corrected.
“Yes…manor...sorry….Like I was saying. My parents visited your manor once. They seem to always enjoy your visits.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’m not allowed to attend.”
Madame Domitor appeared, “Laila, I’m glad you’re here. Would you mind showing our customer around? An owl dear?” she asked looking down kindly. Draco nodded. “I figured. I need to go to Gringots.” She began addressing Draco, “Laila has been helping for several years now. Goodness, she must know just as much as me. Maybe more in the dragon area. But yes…she’ll help you find your owl. She has a knack for finding the perfect pet. I’ll be off now.”
Laila grinned, “You want a large owl don’t you?”
Draco nodded slowly, unsure of how she knew.
“Hmm,” she looked up at various owls while strolling through the aisles, “Found him. Yeah, you wanted a he, so here we go.” She handed him the cage in which a great eagle owl was perched. “Let’s sit down. My feet are tired.”
Draco hesitated then sat down gingerly. He noticed Laila’s feet were small even for her and wore heels. He had never known girls his age to wear heels. She flopped down, “Don’t worry…Madame Domitor keeps the floors really clean.”
“Do you work here?”
“
Nah. I just help. I like animals a lot. But you probably figured that out already.”
“Why did she say you know more about dragons?”
“Oh. Because my brother works with them in Romania. He teaches me all about them.”
“I like dragons. My father”“
“Get up you filthy little brat?” whispered Lucius as he pulled Draco up off the floor.
“I was just”“
“You wait till you get home. I’ll sort you out there. Just you--”
“Good day Mr. Malfoy.” Cut in a deep voice. Laila felt herself being picked up.
“And you are?” inquired Lucius.
“Arash Eslami. And this would be my sister, Laila.”
“Ah. I see. The famed Arash. Though I had no idea you had a sister? The only other I presume?” he asked eyes glittering in Laila’s direction.
“Yes.”
“Well I would have liked to stay and talk but it seems I have business at home today. Do excuse me.”
“Of course,” he said inclining his head.
“Come Draco,” though there was no real need as he was clasping Draco’s arm; steering him out the door.
“Wait…your owl.” Laila yelled but they kept going. “What did I do?” she asked up at her brother.
“Nothing,” he answered gravely.
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