Fan Fiction ❯ The Unknown Riddle ❯ Gringotts ( Chapter 4 )

"Why are we back at Diagon Alley?" Vivian asked.

 

Draco gave an irritated sigh with the word "Gringotts."

 

"Grin-gotts?" she slowly repeated.

 

"A bank." he added, knowing she'd ask.

 

"Oh."

 

Then her emerald eyes widened. "But...I..don't have any money." She quickly got out.

 

Sighing, Draco took her aside. He already had a grip on her waist.

 

"We're opening an account under your name and giving you some to keep and add to." He stated, this girl was..he didn't know.

 

She let the words register before her eyes grew wide once more. "But..I...you.." Biting her lip and shaking her head she looked back up at him.

 

"Why are you doing all this for me?"

 

The blonde inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled while running a rand through his gelled hair, and answered. "The Dark Lord."

 

"Then..why is he doing this?" she sounded almost desperate.

 

While gritting his teeth, he grabbed her shoulders and bent down enough to look at her eyes.

 

"That first night. We all were taken by surprise because your last name is the same as his."

 

She blinked "Riddle?"

 

Draco nodded before straightening and releasing her small, narrow shoulders.

 

"Then, tht would make me his.....relative?" She softly questionmed.

 

"That's what he's trying to figure out." he replied.

 

"What happens if...I'm not?" Her unfocused gaze was directed towards the ground.

 

The bustling crowd went by, oblivious to everything but themselves. They didn't notice the two awkward couple standing in an alley. Both were silent, Draco wasn't sure how to answer and Vivian became closed off. She had gotten used to bad news since she was born, expecially the physical kind.

 

Out of nowhere a pugfaced woman suddenly lutched herself to the young man's arm.

 

"Draco! Draco, dear, I haven't seen you for days! Where have you been?! Couldn't you have at least called me?!" Finally taking notice of Vivian, she gave the teen a disdannful look. "And who is this?"

 

Malice, Envy, Hate. Emotions Vivian was used to, nothing new.

 

"This is Vivian Riddle and this is Pansy Parkinson." Draco introduced.

 

"So, she's the one everyone is talking about. I don't see why, she's obviously not much to even look at!" Pansy snarled, trying to get some kind of rise out of the victim.

 

"Pansy," Draco untangled her arms and hands for himself "we have things to do."

 

"What do you mean 'things to do'." The pugfaced woman wailed.

 

Draco grabbed Vivian's forearm as his jaw tightened.

 

"Exactly what I said." He replied as calmly as he could and stalked away into the crowd, dragging Vivian with him.

 

"You don't like her?" Vivian hesitantly questioned.

 

"No, but it makes no difference. We've been promised betrothed." He had stopped walking to look back. "We don't have a damn say in the matter."

 

Vivian looked away. "I'm sorry."

 

"Aww. How sweet." Someone new to the redhead came up. He, too, was a redhead and tall, but gangley with who knows how many freckles.

 

"Weasel." Malfoy greeted coldy.

 

"Ferret." The other retorted.

 

"Well, well, if it isn't mudblood and scarhead."

 

Vivian saw the one called Harry Potter, but he also had a woman with him. She had bushy hair that she had somehow gotten under control with oney warm eyes. But there was something else bothering her and asked tentaviely.

 

"Umn...aren't ferrets and weasels related?"

 

They all lost their train of thought and broke off the insulting to stare openly at her. The woman started to go into hysteries, but quickly covered her mouth with a hand.

 

Vivian uncomfortably sidled behind Draco, only to peek around his arm like a shy child hides behind their mother.

 

"Oh, for Merlin's sake! We're all adults, so how about we act like it?" The bushy-haired female exclaimed, then introduced herself to Vivian.

 

"I'm Hermione Granger, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter."

 

Vivian glanced up at Draco, who gave an irritated sigh before answering.

 

"Vivian Riddle." she said quietly watching Harry twitch.

 

"Did you say 'Riddle'?"

 

"What of it, Potter?"

 

Steel grey exchanged a glare with emerald.

 

Vivian bit on her inside mouth and once again gave a tug on Malfoy's sleeve to remind him they were doing something.

 

Potter smiled evilly "At least someone is keeping you Malfoys on a short leash."

 

"Harry!" Hermione hissed with a glare, but not nearly as fierce as the blonde's.

 

"Would you like to repeat that?" Draco spat venomously.

 

"Gladly." Harry acidicly replied.

 

This felt like deju vu to Vivian so she gave another tug on his sleeve just as Hermione helped Ron pull Harry away. The last thing they needed was duel right in the middle of Diagon Alley.

Vivian was looking up at the ex-Slytherin. "Um, Mr. Malfoy?"

 

"Draco." He curtly responded.

 

She was giving him a blank, confused stare.

 

"Call me Draco. Not 'Mister' not 'Malfoy' or those together." He answered the questioning look of her eyes.

 

"O-Okay." she replied gently, looking again at the ground. "Draco."

 

He found him self staring down at her, then quickly turned and headed back towards the wizard bank. He was listening for her small, timid steps but upon not hearing them, his eyes narrowed and he looked back at her. He saw she was standing exactly where he had left her. Going back he asked a big harshly "What's the problem now?"

 

"I-I..uh....nngh." She didn't know how to say what she wanted and was becoming even more nervous. "I-it's...just....I...just."

 

"Just what?" He ground out, straining to stay calm.

 

"Just...that.." Her head loweredfor a moment, then she was looking back up at him. Those emeralds of ehrs were pleading patience and understanding and helplessness.

 

Then it suddenly hit Draco Malfoy like a ton of bricks and sighing, he grabbed ehr waist and led her through the crowd to Gringotts.

 

 

 

When they entered the bank, Vivian could do nothing but stare. She knew she was being rude, but this seemed unnatural. Draco cleared his throat and gave her a light nudge. Which made her not only apoligize but shift closer to his person.

 

"What...are they?" she questioned uneasily in a whisper.

 

"Goblins. Stop staring, they're not the politest." He answered quietly as they approached the one in head.

 

"I'd like to open a bank account for Miss Vivian Riddle." He said as he pulled her to the front.

 

As the small beast wrote down the name he questioned. "The amount?"

 

"Thirty thousand galleons that will be withdrawn from my account anddeposited into hers."

 

Vivian's mouth agape and her eyes had widened while looking at the blonde with disbelief.

 

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy. She will be bault number 656, 766." The goblin handed Vivian a slip of paper and asked. "Would you also like a withdrawl?"

 

"Ohhh..." She glance at Draco. "Would...I?"

 

He gave a small sigh and replied "It's your account."

 

She looked back and shook her head "N-No Sir, I don't think so, not..now."

 

Mr Goblin nodded and dismissed them.

 

Vivian glanced at the slip of paper and found her vault number on it.

 

"Is this...everything.?" She asked Malfoy.

 

"For now. C'mon." He muttered as he wwrapped an arm around her waist.

 

She knew what was coming so she closed her eyes and held her breath.

 

They apparated back to Malfoy Mansion.