A/N: Hi everybody! This is my first story that I want to really make multi-chaptered! So please read!

I wanna thank Emily, my bestie, for helping me with the grammar stuff because thats so not my thing.

Also: I so do not own Harry Potter because I sadly am not that amazing.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE AMAZING J.K ROWLING! It is today as is HARRY POTTER'S! This 2 people are absolutely beautiful and amazing and awesome!

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A curtain of white blonde hair blocked my vision. I panicked. My eyes flittered back and forth trying to decipher some meaning of why I was here, or even where I was. My arm moved up as if on its own accord as if to sweep away the blindfold of hair. I registered a growl cutting through my hazy mind and looked up into a pair of dull grey eyes, boring into my own. A shimmer of a sneer was traced on the planes of Lucius Malfoy's haunted face. His thin skeletal fingers grasped my wrist tightly, lifting me up to stand. For a second a caught a painful glimpse of a thin trail of blood slowly dripping down the familiar lighting scarred forehead, and then everything went black.

I woke up suddenly, as if shocked, and waited for my jumping heartbeat to slow. I knew what happened after that: taken back to the Malfoy Manor, I was to live in servitude to the one and only heir Draco Malfoy. Not only was I to be his personal servant, but I was also to cater for all his needs and desires. All of them, basically I was his bitch. None of this compared though, to the painful wrenching I got in my heart of not knowing what condition Harry, my harry Potter, was in. I was positive that if he was dead there would have been more celebrating around the Manor, but still the unknowing killed me. Ron, Harry, and I were following up a Horcrux lead in Wales when Bellatrix burst in to our camp. Behind her were the Malfoy slugs, Lucius and Draco. We were caught so off guard it was easy for them to overcome us, stunning Ron and I, and doing who knows what to Harry. I shook my head, knowing if I thought about it too much longer I'd get all worked up.

A knock on my door started me up, and an angry Lucius walked in. "Get up, you silly mudblood!Get up! There is much to be scrubbed and cleaned if we are to be expecting the boys tonight." He gave me a sly wink, "And you must be ready and dressed by seven, as of course you will be Draco's tonight."

My stomach lurched at that thought, but I nodded knowing punishment was worse. It was useless to fight back. "Yes, sir, of course everything will be taken care of, and I will be ready." I tried to keep sarcasm laced through my words but I knew he heard as he narrowed his pale eyes and swished out of the room, slamming the door.

The day seemed to slip by, as I shined, scrubbed, and polished every surface in the manor. Thank Merlin the house elves would be cooking tonight as I was expected to attend the party. I knew these gatherings; they consisted of a select group of Death Eaters who got together to gossip and show off their new eye candy, or in some cases, new mistresses. I opened up my closet doors, staring at the emerald green dress hanging in front of me. I slipped it on followed by the shoes a house elf had surely Apparated up earlier. I walked carefully over to the full length mirror and cringed. The dress was fitted to every curve on my body, draping down to right above the silver stiletto on my foot. The green material hanging from the thin spaghetti straps shimmered in the light. It wasn't all that bad besides the slit that went straight up to skim my hip. My milky skin was completely exposed and I knew that tonight would not end well for me. I brushed a quick bit of mascara onto my eyelashes, always preferring to do it manually then by magic, and put my long honey-brown curls up into an elegant bun. Knowing that I would be severely punished with the Cruciatus Curse if I looked even one bit less than the elegant whore I was supposed to be, was the only thing that motivated me.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out onto the expensive carpet and following the green trail down 3 flights of stairs to a pair of oak double doors. My hands shook as I opened one up and stepped into the parlor, preparing for the torture of fake smiles, happy giggles, and romantic touches I would be forced to share with my very first enemy Draco Malfoy.

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