The Malfoy's Hidden Treasure

Chapter2

Arriving at Hogwarts around 7 pm, 2 days before classes officially started, I had time to unpack my bags into my separate quarters that branched from my office, connecting to the classroom but also had a door connecting to a hidden corridor that only professors had access to. As I exited my room, I caught a glimpse of jet-black hair crossing into a set of rooms that were labeled for Professor Andrew Potter, the other Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Walking back to my room, I picked a basket of novels and treats that I had made as a welcome basket for him. As I raised my fist to tap on her door, it opened. Andrew was a tall man with sapphire eyes, a broad smile, longer black hair, and casual clothing.

“You’re Andrew Potter, right? I’m Alexandra Malfoy, the other Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I thought we should get to know each other before classes start, so we can be on the same page for our lesson plans and such.” I started, pausing for air.

“Yeah, that’s me. I was just coming over to ask about the same thing. Why don’t you come in?” He said, with an air of caution around him.

“Thank you very much. Here. I pulled this together for you. Some books and things are in there, so tell me if you like them.” I said as I entered his sitting room.

A look of surprise crosses his face. “Thanks! From looking at these books, I can tell I’ve read some of them before, but others are new to me. Why don’t you have a seat.” He adds nervously, ruffling through the contents of the basket. After settling down, we chatted for a while, getting to know each other. We both seemed to like similar hobbies, such as reading and Quidditch. Well, in his case, playing it. His tense shoulders relaxed after talking for a while, and I could tell he was getting more comfortable around me, noticing I don’t hold a grudge against him, unlike my brother. At nine-thirty, we bade each other goodnight, making plans to talk about lessons the next day. At ten o’clock, a sharp rapping came at the door, and I wondered who would be at the door. I opened it and saw it was no one other than my brother, who had a worried look on his face.

My brother looked at the door across the hall, and gave a nasty face. “I don’t like you so close to that bastard. I’ll ask Auntie if she’ll move you to another set of rooms.” Draco huffs, looking proud of himself for thinking of this idea.

“It’s fine brother. He was nice,” I assured him, while my dogs had recognized him and sniffed my brother’s pocket, knowing he always carried their favorite treats, chicken wrapped in bacon.

He chuckled. “Sorry pups, none today.” They walked away, sulking. Everest and Poppy snapped at them, and, regaining their composure, sat either at my feet or on the floor near the door. My brother pulled out my favorite meal, sushi, and I smiled. He knew me so well. As the container was opened, he pulled out another, larger one with the bacon-wrapped chicken. Most of the dogs perked up, and got into a line, waiting for their food.

“Brother, you need to take care of your wife. I know you’re looking out for me, but I will owl you if I need anything. My unborn niece or nephew are much more important now.” Expressing these feelings to him relieved me.

He nodded slowly, and, with his head down, went out the door. As I settled down to sleep, the dogs shifted their positions to be as close to me as possible, but still giving me my space. I drifted into another of my dreamless sleeps.