Dating a malfoy, meant you spent most of yours days stuck in the dreary town of Wiltshire. Most full of ancient and noble houses of wizarding family’s, and occasionally muggles. You knew how Draco’s parents were, so suprise took you when they asked you to go on a family vacation with them.

“Italy, how does it sound dear?” Narcissa says with her polite tone, she always treated you as if you were her own. Much nicer than Lucius.

“we’ll stay by the ocean, I figure Draco could use sun. He’s about as white as the snow.” Lucius says, slightly judging Draco, like always.