Story about Lucius Malfoy and an orphaned niece of Narcissa who comes to live at their

mansion. Sexy , angst ridden story for those who love Mr Lucius.

All rights for characters are reserved to J.K Rowling- apart from Eleanor- she's mine

Rated M- basically be like 16 yrs or older please.

Chapter 1- Welcome to the Malfoy mansion

The carriage rocked and bumped uncomfortably, startling Eleanor awake each time as it did so. The journey had been a long and awkward one with very little stops to eat and rest. She was cold, tired and irritable, her velvet black gown did very little to prevent the cold that was seeping in from the windows and pinching at her body, causing her to shiver, but when the Malfoys were expecting a guest, she knew better than to keep them waiting, she couldn't risk angering them, they were the last family she had left to go to.

It was dawn, a thick silvery fog was winding it's way round the forest floor, and through the bare winter branches, Eleanor had stopped looking out of the window, the looming black trees made her nervous, and she kept imagining wolves were out there, ready to meet her with ravenous, gnashing jowls…

Eventually, after what seemed like a millennium, a large mansion came into sight beyond the frosty fields. It's jutting turrets and dark stained glass windows made it look more like a strange sort of castle, for the first time Eleanor threw back the carriage window, allowing the icy morning to hit her in the face and stared up at the enormous building, which was rapidly moving close toward her.

The carriage grinded to a halt in the extensive driveway before the entrance, which was carved in strong, black marble, each oak door had a large silver snake which wound it's way around the door handles, the stone mansion looked rather eerie under the twilight of dawn, the snakes seemed almost to dance under the flames of the oil lamps beside them, for a moment Elenaor hesitated, wondering if this really was the right pace for her to be.

Before she could think any longer the carriage driver had rung the bell, a ghostly sort of noise issued form it, sounding almost like the wind itself, Eleanor unconsciously pulled her black robes more tightly around herself.

After a moment a large, clunk of chains shattered the silence of the morning and a small house elf poked her head round the huge doors.

She looked up at the driver suspiciously, " How may I help you?" she asked, her huge eyes gave way signs of fear.

The driver held out a piece of parchment, " For the master of the household." He replied not bothering to enlighten the creature any further.

For a moment the house elf dawdled, unsure what to do, eyeing the large man before her anxiously.

" The master of the household is currently away." Came a sudden voice from inside the hallway, ringing clearly through the air.

The house elf hastened to pull the door aside, bashing itself in the toe as it did so, but not making any noise, it seemed to be quivering slightly.

Narcissa Malfoy stepped out onto the front entrance, her eyes instantly flickered across Eleanor, her long blonde tresses tumbled down her front, framing her unkind face in the lamplight.

Without a word to the driver she took the parchment and opened it, she scanned it briefly then nodded in thanks to the man before her, " you may go." She said, turning her eyes to Eleanor once more.

" Good morning Auntie Narcissa." Eleanor mumbled, feeling utterly powerless and knowing that she looked painfully un-presentable, with her weather beaten hair, and tired eyes.

" I am sorry for your loss." She replied, in a tone that could not have sounded less sorry if she tried.

Suddenly she made her way down the stone steps, and stood straight in front of Eleanor, she lent down and continued in no more than a whisper.

" However, this is a respectable family, the name of Malfoy is well carried in many circles, having a Black under our roof is not going to be good for our reputation right now thanks to Sirius- and if you don't want to end up in an orphanage, I suggest you behave exactly as you are told."

Eleanor nodded, desperately wishing that he had somewhere else to be, but hating the idea of an orphanage.

" I will show you to your room." She said straightening up and ordering the house elf to gather up Eleanor's luggage, this was by no means a difficult task, Eleanor had only two suit cases on her possession, everything else had been destroyed in the fire.

The mansion was large and dark, enchanted candles hung from the ceiling, creating shadows which danced off suits of armor and statues, making Eleanor nervous, the glass windows were stained green, each one a shrine to Slytherin.

Eventually they reached her room at the end of a huge, drafty corridor, Narcissa unlocked the door and handed the brass key to Eleanor.

Rather timidly, she entered her new room it was outsized and cold. In the center stood a large four-post bed swathed in green silk sheets, beyond it was an antique dresser and large oak wardrobe. There was a fireplace opposite the foot of the bed; it looked as though it had not been cleaned for some time. The only light came from a generous window opposite the rooms entrance, which surprisingly let in quite a satisfactory amount of daylight.

The house elf struggled in behind them and proceeded to un pack Eleanor's possessions and put them away accordingly.

Narcissa swept across the room and pulled back a set of wooden screen doors to reveal a marble bathroom near the fireplace, she turned to face Eleanor once more.

" This will be your room from now on, breakfast is served at seven thirty, lunch at one, and dinner at eight, apart from that I do not expect to find you wondering all over the mansion, you may use the library and the swimming pool as you wish. The game rooms are for use only when the master of the house deems it fit, and the smoking room, and drawing rooms are only for entraining important guests."

As she spoke she watched Eleanor unkindly, letting her eyes rest on her crumpled velvet dress.

" I will send a house elf with more…appropriate attire for you shortly." She swept toward the door before swinging round one last time, " welcome to the Malfoy Manor."

Eleanor waited until she was fully out of sight before she collapsed onto the bed, and let the tears slide down her cheeks.