A/N - this is my new Dominique/Scorpius story. I hope you all like it. It will be a lot different from my other one. There will be themes and plots and scenes that a lot of you probably won't like. . .but I like touching subjects that are touchy. There's a scene in this first chapter that shows this. I'll happily answer any questions you guys have.
Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter.
There's a method for everything.
That is Dominique Weasley's motto. There is a method to get what you want and if you want it enough it eventually turns into a need.
A must have.
A demand.
Money is Dominique's ultimate must have, she needs money.
You can never have too much money, that's what she tells herself. If you have money, you can be protected. Security, that's what money is. Security. If you have enough money you can be safe. If you have enough money you can protect those who you love, keep them secured and safe.
Protecting her loved ones is Dominique's next ultimate must. She must protect those who she loves the most in her entire world.
Money and taking care of the people - money and taking care of the person, who Dominique loves most in the world.
The things she'll do to get that money to look after the person she loves the most. . .well, that's her story.
Turning her back on the crashing, banging and heart-wrenching sobs and screams, Dominique hurried down the pristine, white, sterile corridor. She took several deep breaths before she practically collapsed into the chair in the waiting area. The screams were still echoing around her head as she tried to catch her breath.
How many times will she have to come here to see her looking like she did? Hearing her plead for her help, begging her to get her out of this hospital or to do the kindest thing and kill her?
How many times will she have to listen to her cousin, best friend and the person she loved most in her entire world, beg her to kill her?
"Miss Weasley?" Dominique's head snapped up when she heard the voice of her cousins main Healer. Mr. Marcus Summerby was crouching in front of her in the empty waiting room. A patient expression and tone came easy to him when dealing with Dominique, as she knew. Over the past year he had been dealing with Dominique and her cousin and he had seen just about every reaction her cousin had suffered.
"I'm fine. . .it's just today of all days, her asking me to kill her again. . ." Dominique trailed off and checked the clock on the wall quickly. "Marcus, I'm gonna have to go. My family will be wondering where I am." she stood from her chair and grabbed her bag.
"Of course." Marcus stood with her and walked with her to the cellar, where the train station that would take her directly to the French portkey point was located. "Dominique, I really suggest you get your families help on this. She's been here for a year and a half now and she hasn't shown any signs of improvement -"
"Our family can't know about this. It will kill them." Dominique shook her head stubbornly. If her family discovered her most guarded secret. . .the entire stem that held the Weasley-Potter family tree together would burst into flames.
"They think she's ran away. They don't know how ill she is -"
"And they won't know until she's better. She made me promise." Dominique interrupted him again.
"Fine, but I should remind you; your next payment is due in three days." Marcus reminded her gently.
"Of course, with the festivities and stuff, I forgot. I'll bring the money on my next visit on Monday. Have a good holiday." Dominique forced a smile on her face.
She didn't say anything else after that. When the train pulled up, Dominique got on and handed the correct amount of money over. She sat in her usual spot and nodded her head to Marcus who waited until the train was out of the station/cellar before he would go back upstairs and return to work.
Dominique sat in silence on the twenty minute train journey and thought over this weeks visit. Screams, sobs, begs for death and pleading for her addiction.
Marcus was right, Dominique thought icily as the train pulled into a slow stop at the apparation point.
Lily isn't getting any better.
Dominique applied lipstick before she stepped out of the bathroom of the Burrow. She needed money and she needed it fast. There was no hope in hell that she could raise the sort of money the clinic needed before her visit on Monday. That was four days ago, but Marcus trusted Dominique so he'd happily give her the extra day to get the money at her convenience.
"Hurry up!" one of the guests at her Grandparents' annual Christmas Eve party hammered on the door. Resisting the urge to scream something vile back to whoever wanted the bathroom, Dominique made sure her make up was perfect, her hair was in place and her top was low-cut enough it would attract the right attention but not enough for it to be overly-inappropriate considering her father was at this party.
Dominique pushed past the group of girls who were wanting the bathroom and walked through the halls of her grandparents house with her head held high. Ever since she admitted Lily to the clinic eighteen months ago, she hated being in this house with all of its memories of the times the two of them shared together before Lily became hooked on the partying lifestyle and the drugs that came with it.
Snatching a flute of champagne at the entrance of the tent, Dominique sipped from it while she looked around the party for her typical method of getting money when she was at her lowest for it.
"Ding, ding," Dominique whispered under her breath when she saw a group of middle-aged men all around one table with an empty chair beside a face from her past.
She drained her champagne as she walked over to the table.
"Room for one more, gents?" Dominique purred, already sitting down in the spare chair. She deliberately brushed her foot across Gregory Goyle's leg when she crossed her knees and she kept her foot against his leg for longer than needed.
She recognised some of the old faces in front of her as parents of some of her old school friends; Nott, Zabini, Goyle, Malfoy, Flint. She recognised some of the old faces in fronf of her as some of her old methods of paying for Lily's treatment; Nott, Zabini, Goyle, Pucey, Montague.
Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Adrian Pucey, Alexander Montague and Theodore Nott all looked towards her with a greedy look on their face. Even though Dominique was a Weasley, she knew her secret method of getting fast money would be kept silent. No Slytherin ratted out another Slytherin. No matter if they were a first year or on their death beds; a secret in the Slytherin community is a secret until death.
Besides. . .even if they decided to tell, Dominique was prepared. Not only were Zabini, Pucey and Montague married, but she carried around a potion of her own concoction that gagged them from revealing their exchange of sex for money. People could speculate, but nobody could tell her. This potion even made Veritaserum void.
Draco Malfoy and Marcus Flint nodded politely at her.
"May we offer you a drink, Miss. Weasley?" Zabini offered her coolly.
"I'll have a firewhiskey, Blaise." Dominique smirked over at the older, darker gentleman.
Her source for Lily's fees has been found.
Dominique charmed Blaise Zabini all night, she danced with him, drank the drinks he bought for her, allowed him to feed her from his fork and laughed at his jokes.
When the party was coming to an end, she took his hand and apparated away with him, ignoring the angry look from her father, the disappointed look from her mother, the disgusted look from her sister and the annoyed look from her brother.
Dominique and Blaise apparated into the same place as last time; his servants house in the huge manor where his wife and children were probably sleeping. Just like last time, Dominique swallowed down all the voices, screams and pleads that her inner self was making and allowed the older man to touch her, to kiss her, to rub her skin, to squeeze her and she forced herself to do to him whatever he asked. Not that she needed to be asked; after being one of Blaise Zabini's. . .customers, for the third time now, she knew what to do and when to do it.
Less than two hours after they apparated in, Dominique lay in bed watching as Blaise slowly dressed back in the expensive suit that he probably paid a small fortune for.
"You need to be gone by sun rise." Blaise spoke as he sat on the bed in his boxers and shirt. He slowly looked over his clothes for hair, a smell of Dominique's perfume or a lipstick mark before he dressed.
"I want an extra two hundred." Dominique told him in a strong voice. She picked up his solid gold wedding band that he took off and placed on the bed side table before they made it into the bed and rolled it between her fingers.
"Not a chance. I pay you enough as it is -"
"An extra two hundred or I go nowhere." Dominique interrupted him and flicked his wedding ring up into the air and caught it easily; years of playing on the Gryffindor quidditch team as the seeker made her reflexes super sharp.
Blaise didn't say anything as he pulled his trousers on and then his jacket. He didn't say anything as he pulled out his money bag from the inside pocket and carefully counted out seven hundred galleons.
"It's a good job you're good at what you do. Call it a Christmas bonus." Blaise leant over the bed and trapped Dominique's wrists in his hands, trapping her. Dominique froze as Blaise dipped his head and kissed her squarely on her lips and then snatched the ring from her skinny fingers.
"Merry Christmas, Weasley."
"Merry Christmas, Blaise."
It was only an hour before sun rise when Dominique slowly and quietly crept back into the Burrow. She expected to be able to change into a pair of pajama's, go to her spot on the living room floor and pretend to be asleep until everybody woke up and she could claim the shower first. She didn't expect all of her aunts and uncles, grandparents and her siblings to be sitting around the magically enlarged kitchen with cups of coffee or tea in their hands. When she walked in, they all looked up at her.
"Where the hell have you been?" her father growled before anybody else got the chance to say or do anything.
"Out." Dominique slipped out of her heels and carefully bent down to pick them up, trying not to jostle her clutch bag in case they heard the clanging sound of her wages.
"Out where, bebe? Just tell us, please." her mother came up to stand in front of Dominique and pushed a loose strand of her hair out of her daughter's face.
Dominique looked up into her mothers beautiful face; age had worked well with Fleur Weasley. The very few lines around her eyes and mouth only enhanced the beauty she inherited from her Veela grandmother. Her lips were still as full and luscious as when she was Dominique's age and her hair still the strong silvery blonde that Dominique's brother and sister both inherited. Not for the first time in a year, Dominique considered telling her mother the truth and allowing Lily's parents to cover the cost of her treatment, to be able to share the worry over whether Lily would get better or not.
"I've been out, Mum." Dominique didn't tell her the truth; Lily needed her, she needed Dominique to be strong or else she'll cave back to the addiction and she would most likely end up dead.
"With Blaise Zabini?" Victoire asked from her spot in between their brother and father.
"That's none of your business." Dominique shrugged out of her jacket and wrapped her clutch in it, silencing any sound that may come from it.
"If my sister is having one night stands with men more than twice her own age - with married men more than twice her own age, then it is my business." Victoire told her icily. "You do know that man is married and has children? Merlin Dom, Imogen Zabini was in your year! Louis has dated Megan Zabini!"
Dominique just rolled her eyes and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Weirdly enough. . .neither his wife nor his children came up into conversation." and then to end the current conversation, Dominique made her way over to the staircase. "Not that there was much conversation."
Dominique hated being cold to her family. If she let any of them into her life, they'd make her stop and she couldn't stop. She may not like selling herself, lying to everybody, stealing, selling Merlin-knows-what for some of the shady people she and Lily used to hang around with - but Lily needed it.
And Dominique would do it, because Lily is family and even if she's not acting like one right now, Dominique is a Weasley and that means family comes before anything else.
A/N - I'm sorry it's so short, I promise that the next chapter will be longer, I really do. I hate uploading short chapters because I think they're pointless, haha. I promise I'll make up for it.
I really hope you like this story.