The Spawn of the Devil Himself

"Ahhh…" I sigh as I rub my sore eyes, letting them adjust to the pitch black surroundings of what seemed to be a bedroom. I didn't remember falling asleep last night…let alone ANY part of last night. I roll over hoping to maybe find a bedside table with perhaps a lamp on it, or maybe I would be lucky enough to find my wand… Thud

"Mmm…"

"What the…?" I peer over at a sleeping mass lying next to me, making sure it was it that had just moaned at me.

I peer closer and notice a head of platinum blonde hair seeming to glow of its own accord, not knowing how seeing that it was impossible to see anything…

"SHIT!" The mass of blonde hair suddenly shot up and looked around crazily, ready to fight. But realizing it didn't have any reason to, it turned its face towards me. That's when I saw him.

Draco Malfoy. Bloody hell…what would my father think? What if he already knew? Knowing my father, he probably did. This was not good.

Draco was staring at me with an indiscernible expression on his face. Blank, which was what it almost always seemed to be whenever he was either annoyed or tired. I'm pretty sure that by my last statement, it was probably now both.

His expression then changed to that of a wild lion stalking its prey. He was staring at me suddenly almost with a thirst, or a hunger. A crazed gleam appeared in his eye as he began to slowly lean towards me.

"Wait." He stopped and his expression changed from that of hunger, to of rejection. I couldn't believe that I could bring across this feeling in him. I didn't want him to think I told him to stop because I didn't like him. To the contrary, I liked him a lot but I couldn't let this go further. I was already afraid that I had let it go too far.

I glanced down at his attire hoping that it would somehow tell me how far we had really gone. I groaned inwardly, noticing his shirtless slightly-toned abs staring back at me. I didn't even want to look at myself, imagining the worst.

"Are you going to say something or stare at my body all morning?" he suddenly asked, stopping my train of thought. I looked up at him and saw a cocky smile lining not only his lips, but seeming to seep into his eyes too, leaving them glassy and (thank god) only a slight sparkle to them. Not at all like the hungry crazed look that he had in his eyes earlier.

"Draco. I'm sorry…I don't know what happened last night or HOW it happened, I'm just afraid that if you don't get out of here now, you may have to answer to my father." I glanced at the door nervously, imagining him busting it down in a rampage and crucio'ing Draco until he went into a fit like how some Longbottom couple ended up, that Bellatrix always seems to be bragging about.

Then I realized how ridiculous I was being…if my father wanted to kill someone he wouldn't need to do it himself, he'd send a Death Eater to do his bidding. But then again, father always seemed to feel more pleasure out of killing someone himself.

Knowing that it was his cue to get the hell out of there while he still had the chance, Draco was suddenly in a flourish, grabbing all of his abandoned clothing off of multiple objects (the leather clad armchair, the stained glass coffee table, the stone mantle over the fireplace…). When he had gathered all of his belongings, (finding his wand under the pillow he had been sleeping on) he ran back up to me, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and almost flew out the door.

Sitting on my bed, I ran through the past 8 months in my head:

I was technically "born" (well…more like created) on December 12th during the infamous Harry Potter's 5th year back at Hogwarts. My father created me from himself, finding a small beautiful baby girl and splitting his soul, sending a piece of himself into her. This girl was to have all the growing knowledge he possessed and yet still retain her own personality (to his great frustration). He then increased her growth rate, so she would age 2 years each month. This girl was me. My name is Mariella. Some call me Mary, some claim me Ella, and to my great surprise someone found Marie in there somewhere. I grew up in Malfoy Manor, my father's new hideout. I wasn't seen by anyone until I had aged 16 years. My father if you haven't already figured it out is indeed Lord Voldemort. But, I still call him "pops" to irritate him. I've almost been killed multiple times because of it (haha). But he always then aims it at a wall or at someone else whenever he casts it. He finally halted the aging spell, leaving me to grow as a normal teen at the end of the 8th month. (Oh joy oh joy, how fun those hormones will be!)

I'm heading off to Hogwarts in 2 days and to Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up my school books. I already know basically every book held in the library at Hogwarts by heart just because my father had read them. But I still had to ACT like I didn't know what they were talking about.

It was interesting, knowing that because Voldemort was resurrected from Harry's blood, it runs through his veins. And now, it runs through mine.

I was created to be an inside "spy" if you will, for my father. Knowing what was happening in Harry Potter's life at Hogwarts, and then passing the information on.

My purpose in life is to help my father kill Harry Potter.

3:05 am

That was what the clock on the wall said. Yet even though I knew I had to sleep, my body seemed to want to stay awake and make me suffer.

My head ached and my stomach felt like it was doing silent dry heaves without my knowing. A hang over.

"Now that's just fucking great." I sighed, looking over at the gently crackling fireplace. The small embers which had consumed the wood through the night were now sending rays of dancing light onto the walls, leaving them a warm autumn orange. I was sure that it was the same color of the many leaves that were now beginning to fall to the ground in the coming season.

I continued to watch the small embers and dancing shadows on the walls until a focused spark of red light hitting the ceiling made me jump. I then watched as it spread into a large rectangle, and it began to pulse "8:00 am". It played a light tune of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Even though it was written by a muggle, I found it beautiful all the same. I looked over to the source and… "Yes!" I almost screamed as I got ready to lunge for my wand which was the source of the interruption. Then as I stood up quickly I got light headed and lost my balance, falling back onto the bed. The still calming chords of the Sonata seemed to float around the room as they slowly crescendo'd and then died out again, repeating the same phrase in an almost echo. I was then unaware that I was floating into sleep with them.

Suddenly a blaring tune of Chopin's Fantaisie began to caress the folds of the bed. Then it was interrupted by the loud subito fortissimo of Beethoven's Turkish March from Ruins of Athens. Someone then flipped my bed over, along with me on it.

"Ooof!"

I heard a soft chuckle and then I noticed a pale white hand reach out to help me up. Shrugging this small gesture off I grasped the side of the overturned mattress and lifted myself to my feet, noticing the blankets in a mess wrapped around me in strange ways. That will be horrible to try and get myself out of. I thought to myself.

"Damn it Draco." I said, glaring at him.

His face then puckered up and out came a fit of laughter.

"You look like a ferocious kitten." I glared harder, not willing to break my wall of defense. "It's…hilarious." he let out between laughs as his hand came to rest on my shoulder. Feeling my defense weakening I slapped his arm away playfully and began to untangle myself from the blankets to go to my bathroom and get ready for the day ahead. But then I realized that instead of maybe being wise and inspecting my choice of wardrobe from the night before, I got untangled and saw him staring at me.

"What?" I asked. But before that one word had fully left my lips, I stared down at my naked body, completely exposed in the morning light coming through the window. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks as I walked the seemingly long distance to the bathroom. Not chancing a look back in his direction.

When I reached the bathroom I began to look around aimlessly. My subconscious was searching for my wand, while my mind was reeling incoherently. I then realized I forgot my wand out in my room and that getting ready would take five times as long the muggle way. Finally thinking ahead, I grabbed a towel out of the bathroom closet and wrapped it around myself. I opened the door to walk back into my room, but was blocked by a long arm reaching out and wrapping itself around my waist.

I was then pulled tightly to his chest, which I was absolutely positive was Draco's. I looked up at his face right as he bent his head down and lightly kissed my neck, right below my ear. I suddenly felt a surge of heat through my entire being. His breath was warm on my neck, making it impossible for me to hold off my hormones for much longer. Oh fuck it. Fuck it all. I thought as I pulled his face towards mine.

His lips crashed down on mine. Not at all uncomfortable, but with a yearning. Our lips seamed to shape to each other as he slowly bit my lower lip.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

We broke apart, and I realized my towel had fallen to the floor. I picked it up quickly and wrapped it around myself. As I did so, I saw Draco move in front of me to block the person who had interrupted from seeing my previously revealed body.

After I finally got at least decent I looked around Draco's stiff protective form and saw an increasing range of colors cross a Lucius Malfoy's pale face, his jaw clenched in anger.

A/N : This is my first Fanfic so tell me how you like it :)

Btw. The character's name will be revealed at the beginning of the next chapter if you were confused about who she was.

Thanks for reading ! :)