I am Ariadne Aurelia Bellatrix Malfoy, 17 years old and Voldemorts daughter. The Malfoys adopted me at the age of 1 year old. I have no memory of my biological father or mother, Bellatrix Lestrange.
However, Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa have always told me to hold my head up high and be very proud of my pureblood heritage. Nobody outside the pureblood families knows of my third name or my true parents. I'm just Ariadne Aurelia Malfoy. Aurelia means 'golden' (to reflect my background) and Ariadne is a Greec heroine.
I've always been to school at Beauxbatons as my Uncle and Aunt wanted my to be fully bilingual in French, which I am by now. My cousin Draco was sent to Hogwarts as he didn't want to attend a 'girly' school. For some reason Beauxbatons had mostly female pupils.
However, now that I have fully mastered French, Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa have decided to send me to Hogwarts for my last year as they thought I was too intelligent for Beauxbatons. I had always been the first of my year, although I never had to study a lot for it. I usually spent my time researching about my parents. I missed them dearly. My mother was sent to Azkaban and my father went missing.
Uncle Lucius always told me that one day my father would rise again and rescue my mother, a very comforting thought...
I was looking into the mirror of my personal white marble bathroom at Malfoy Manor. I was blessed with blemish free porcelain skin. My most beautiful feature, namely my emerald colored bright eyes with long full luscious silk ink black lashes were staring back at me... I got these from my father's childhood. I was wondering whether I should wear my mid back length slightly curly (but not bushy) night black hair, which I had gotten from my mother, loose or in a bun.
I decided to wear it loose with a small diamond and emerald (which suited my eyes) tiara that used to belong to my mother, a present from my father. However, I didn't want to look too dressed up for my first school day at Hogwarts so I decided to wear a simple above the knee length fitted silk black little dress from Chanel, an ancient Wizard designer, and paired that with my signature high heels, patent black 12cm Pigalles from Christian Louboutin.
Suddenly Draco came in (without knocking). "Oh Merlin, where did you come from?" "I'm sorry, dear cousin, I didn't mean to upset you, but it's almost noon, we should be flooing to King's Cross." "I'm so excited, do I look ok?""Oh", Dray said, "You mean besides the fact that you look dangerously sexy and all eyes will be on you?" "Oh come on", I responded, "be honest with me, I don't like to attract too much attention".
"Alright", Draco exclaimed, "you're a total knock out", and "have you grown even taller since the last time I saw you" "What?", I answered confused. But I understood what he meant, my heels were pretty high for school. But then again, at Beauxbatons, which was practically a private school, everybody dressed like that, and I didn't want to change myself for a public school like Hogwarts. "Well, it's not because everybody else is so damn poor, money and blood wise (lots of mudbloods were allowed at Hogwarts), that I should act like them." "That's my girl", Draco exclaimed and he kissed me on my forehead.
There was one thing however that I wanted to discuss with Draco before we left. You see, for as long as I can remember, Dray and me, have been very close. And I do mean veery close. We've had a sexual relationship since we were 14 (we were each others first) and we never slept in our separate rooms in the mansion since we were 10.
I love Draco as a sister, but he wasn't my life companion. I always thougt Draco felt the same way as he 's had many relationships and one night stands. But sometimes he looked at me so lovingly, and I knew it...he was truly in love with me.
How on earth am I going to tell him that I'd rather keep our 'relationship' quiet at Hogwarts, so I have a chance to meet new guys. Not that I'm expecting a lot. I mean, I am Voldemorts daughter, how on earth can I find my equal...
"Hmm...Draco?" "Yes, darling cousin?"
"I don't quite know how to break this to you..."
"Are you pregnant?", he mockingly said.
"Oh, please, like I'd want a little brat at 17", I answered while rolling my emerald eyes towards the ceiling.
"I'm sorry, you want to have the talk about 'us', don't you", he replied.
"Listen", Dray went on, "I won't deny the fact that I'm crazy about you, but I know how important it is for you to keep your freedom, so you don't have to worry about me, I won't kidnap you to an empty classroom or anything like that". "However, I challenge you to find a better party than me." "I suppose you could try a Weasel, there's three of them currently at Hogwarts, if you don't count the girl", he said while holding his laughter.
"Oh, Merlin," I replied, "a Weasel...who could ever stoop that low". Draco had told me all about them: more children than they could afford themselves, bloodtraiters, inheritary freckels. By the Gods, I'd rather be dead than have offspring with that lot.
At King's Cross
"I'll miss you", I said to Aunt Narcissa. "Me too, darling", she replied, "but you come home for the weekend any time you want, just like at Beauxbatons". Uncle Lucius had always been able to work something out with the headmistress as he sponsored the school. I just didn't like feeling 'stuck' in a certain place, I need my freedom to go where I want and when I want it. Draco didn't make such a big deal out of it, he usually only left Hogwarts to come visit me at Beauxbatons, or at the manor.
"Oh Merlin, what's that awful smell?", I exclaimed, as I saw several red heads passing by. Aunt Narcissa quickly muttered a cleansing the air spell and Uncle Lucius drawled: "My my, Mister Weasly, is the water getting too expensive for the lot of you, or does it make you comfortable to smell like the inferior lower lifes that you are?"
"You, you, ...", Mister Weasly, shrieked, but didn't get much further than that. "You can make sure I will report this to the school board, and young mister WeaslyI advise you to stop gawking at my goddaughter, or I'll personally make you sure you'll regret it.
"I, I, I wasn't gawking at her, I...", but suddenly the boy tripped over an invisible barrier and landed with his face in a pool of mud. Draco swiftly put his wand back in his robes, and I couldn't hold my laughter. I'll admit at times my cousin 's a bit childish but everybody needs a good lauch from time to time don't they.
After the Weasly's had moved on, Aunt Narcissa asked Uncle Lucius whether it wouldn't have been better to give my a personal bodyguard as she's always afraid something might happen to me. Uncle Lucius replied that Draco could protect me and that I was a pretty powerful witch myself as I had inherited several wandless magic powers from my father. I possessed the power of telekinese and the power to explode things. Although I didn't yet know how to controll the last one. Furthermore, I was prohibited from using my powers in public until I turned 18.
After Draco and I said goodbye to Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius we stepped on the train and went looking for a private compartment. There were no real private compartments but Draco always had his ways. After he'd scared away some first years we took place in a medium 4 person compartment. Draco had explained me that there were three sizes of compartments.
"Dray, I'm just going to the bathroom for a couple of minutes, could you order a drink for me?" "Sure, he replied, if you are in trouble, don't hesitate to call me." "Oh come on, Dray, what could possibly happen." He was always overprotective of me, just like Aunt Narcissa.
When I walked into the bathroom I saw a bushy haired girl crying over the sink. "Hey there, are you ok?", I asked. Two honey brown eyes stared back at me: "Yes, Yes, I'm fine, I just have a headache". "Who are you, I don't seem to recall you?", she asked me.
"Oh, I'am new here for my sixth year, I've always gone to Beauxbatons. My name's Ariadne Malfoy, I'm Draco's cousin, you might know him, he's a Slytherin." "Oh right", she replied while taking a step back to wash her hands at the sink. "I'm Hermione Granger, also a sixth year", she said, without looking at me. Oh Merlin, I thought, she must the mudblood Draco can't stand. Although I adhere to the pureblood idealism, I can't help but look up to intelligent people. I always found it strange how a mudblood could be the first in her year.
"Nice to meet you, are you sure there's nothing I can do to help you?" I offered. "I'm sorry, but why would you even want to?", she said next. "Aren't you a pureblood Malfoy". "I'm not as judgemental as Draco," I replied. In fact I always look up at intelligent people, as they remind me of my father, even though they don't share his ideas. I couldn't tell her who my father was of course. "...Alright, I'll be seeing you at school I guess", and she went back to her compartment.
When I got back to my compartment, I noticed 2 big guys had taken place. They were Crabbe and Goyle an pretty much acted as Draco's bodyguards, they were too dumb to have an actual conversation with. Draco immediately dismissed them and told them to stand guard by the door of our compartment.
"What took you so long, my lovely cousin?", he asked me. "Nothing I just reapplied my lip gloss (Chanel number 97 Hibiscus)". I couldn't possibly tell him I had a chat with his favorite mudblood, could I.
Suddenly Draco stood up and embraced me, "You look so heavenly, I can't resist you", he murmured in my ear while kissing me. "Oh Draco", I sighed, lost in our embrace. We eventually had some sex in our compartment, but just at the moment we were about the get dressed again, we heard someone knocking. "Oh, Merlin!", I exclaimed. I quickly pulled my dress over my head, luckily I didn't need a bra for my 36B sized breasts. I usually depended on my clothes whether I wore one.
We heard some knocking again as Draco had just zipped his pants, and then the door opened just when I noticed I had forgotten my La Perla string. Draco had his wand in his hand and was about to hex the weasel, when said weasel shrieked: "I, I, I'm sorry, it's the wrong compartment, I didn't mean to". "Didn't mean to what", Draco exclaimed, "didn't you hear my father weasel?" "It wasn't on purpose, I swear it", the weasel desperately answered, but Draco had already hexed him and he fell to the ground in a full body bind.
After Crabbe and Goyle had returned (they had gotten some candy), Draco ordered them to put the Weasel in the empty compartment next to ours. "unless you want to blow him up", Dray referred to the weasel's body. "Oh come on, Draco, maybe it really wasn't on purpose", I tried as I didn't want Draco to get punished for hexing another pupil. "I saw the way he was looking at you at the platform and just now, this wasn't a coincidence", Draco answered fuming.
