Harry Potter Book 4: Clash of Bloods

by ashestothewind

Faye: He was Possessive, Controlling, and Obsessed but he was my Draggie Avery: I lost everything, but he knew how to fix it all in a heartbeat. My lion. DMxOC,FWxOCxGW,OCxOC Violence, language, and sexual content later in story

1. Chapter 1

After what seemed like ages they finally made it to the Quidditch World Cup, or more specifically the camp grounds. Walking from the point they arrived, where they'd had a bit of a disagreement with the muggle owner of the grounds. For some reason Faye just did not understand that you couldn't whip out sickles and gold coins in front of muggles! They were deep into the grounds, where they weaved to and fro in the crowds. Avery had to stay farther back and make it look like they weren't together, though no one was looking at her anyways, she had taken extra precaution to make sure she put on a cloak. They walked for a bit longer, every once and a while Faye was stopped by other Slytherins. They talked for a few, before going different ways and ending the casual and quick meeting.

They finally reached a tent that was a beautiful green trimmed with silver, covered with small snake patterns on the top that moved around. Faye looked over her shoulder to spot Avery's blob out of the mass of people, once finding her she locked eyes and nodded. Faye looked inside the tent; it was like a beautiful, small, and not as elaborate mansion that was hers and sported the Slytherin colors with beautiful silver shimmers and that hung around and graced various things; she saw neither parent or her brother (whom she doubted would even step foot within the tent while here and would probably hang out with the twins instead) she straightened up and made a signal that Avery would recognize after all the years they had spent sneaking around; trying to make sure nobody would find out a Slytherin pureblood was associating with mudblood.

She glanced around and stood of a little from the entrance easily making her way into the tent where she waited for Avery to arrive. Once the other girl stepped into the area her face became even more distraught, it made Faye wonder why.

"Why are you making that face?" Faye asked her, and when Avery turned toward her with a raised brow she continued, "You know..that face, like you're totally lost or really uncomfortable being in here. Is there something wrong with the place?"

Avery shrugged, taking another look around and sighing. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose like she had a headache, mumbling lowly, "Er…maybe it's because you have a tricked out freaking mansion for your tent?" She asked, looking around with curious eyes. "..God Faye…this is ridiculous!" Finally she let her hand fall back down to her side, obviously realizing it wouldn't help her headache in the least.

"Aw'h, this? " Faye stopped, giving a dramatic little gesture with her hands to the tent around her. "This is nothing compared to the real thing..well maybe the second small den. But anyways! Since I'm not going to be seeing mother or father until after the match there's no real need for much space," She shrugged, causing Avery to give her a dirty look that obviously said 'this is not much space?' but Faye was off again in a heartbeat, "Here come with me and I'll show you my room," She said off handedly and took Avery by the wrist, dragging her along until they reached the little area with a big cozy bed and porcelain snake-fixture for a light. It was beautiful, especially for something inside of a tent.

The shocked muggleborn had simply followed obediently, and once again was surprised. This tent was probably bigger-and nicer-than the whole apartment she shared with her mother! "Jeeze this thing is huge.." She giggled, "It's like..woah..why does magic have to be so awesome?" She asked with a little pout, her eyes wide and gaping at every little detail. She was vaguely reminded of how Faye had acted the first time she'd been to Avery's house, like a deer in headlights, and would've bet anything that she looked like that now.

"Because it's magic, why else? Why can't muggles evolve past their boringness and into magic?" Faye countered, -but was secretly wondering the question with interest-. They stopped in front of a large area that would take up over half of Avery's house just in this one room. Faye ushered her in, leaving for a few moments. Avery was left to simply look around her in awe, gaping. When Faye came back she was carrying a plate of snacks and tea, and the two sat back and enjoyed themselves, chatting away for the next few hours.

Faye had risen to her feet with a little smile, "Hee, I'm just going to take this to the house-elf so it can be cleaned." And left without another word. "..Jesus freaking..ugh..you make me feel so poor." The shy girl whined when Faye returned, hanging her head, her curly dual-colored bangs hiding her face. Her fingers twirled a small black cell phone absentmindedly; it wasn't really like she needed it. The only person who talked to her on it was Faye, since Hermione had gotten too busy these days and she didn't know any other wizards with cellphones. "Um..hey I'm gonna take a smoke," She got to her feet, tucking her cell away in her pocket. "kay?"

"Okay just don't get caught, 'cause..Well my cousin, Craig, got into a fight with a Hufflepuff once, and people know you're a muggle-born too.. And my family is known for its grudges, even though you're not in uniform you do still wear some Hufflepuff colors," Faye said, ignoring the first comment and nodding towards her bright hair, "And plus, this is a Slytherin family…mostly. Which reminds me..I've got to go find my brother and tell him he needs to tell mother who he's staying with tonight."

Faye kept rambling on, before walking toward the door after Avery. "Well, as you smoke, we'll go look for Carter, Kay?" Faye didn't wait for a response and just headed off in a random direction before stopping and turning toward Avery, "Hey umm.. You wouldn't happen to know where the Weasley's tent is at would you?" The Slytherin girl turned and gave an embarrassed grin.

At first she just lit up a cigarette and sighed, but at the mention of the Weasley's she turned to face her closest friend. At first she looked surprised, raising a brow, but her face was growing red, "Uh..Yes. Wh-why?" She stammered meekly, suddenly seeming to find the world's most interesting story written across the tops of her scuffed up converses as she took a long drag off of her cigarette.

"Carter is best buds with the twins, and I'm guessing that they're with their family right?" Faye said raising a brow, "I would text someone if I could but since you and Granger are the only ones that I know from school outside of Slytherin, and the Weasley Twins." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I wish that boy could at least do a few things on his own" she muttered and glared off into the distance. Quickly recovering, though, she turned back to Avery after a few moments and asked again.

The smoking Hufflepuff shrugged nonchalantly, "I'll go by myself if you want." She rubbed the back of her neck and sighed, mumbling as an afterthought. "It's no biggie," She added with a shy smile, stuffing her hands into her pockets and holding her cigarette between her lips. "I mean..it wouldn't look too good would it? A snake in the lion's den?" Her brows rose again. "If you think..well this," She gestured between herself and her best friend, and then continued, "is bad, imagine the reaction your dear daddy would have if he found you with the Weasley's, let alone Harry Potter." She chuckled, brushing some hair back from her face.

Faye shuddered, terror washing over her, whether it was over the Gryffindors or the thought of her father finding out, was a mystery, it also showed on her face, which had gotten noticeably paler. "Yeah..good point. That's way too scary," Faye put a hand to her chin and thought, "Well..what if you went and talked to Carter for me that way I wouldn't get caught and I could stand at the edge of the Slytherin area? I mean..aren't you supposed to be sitting with them at the match anyway?" Faye turned toward Avery with the biggest, most glossed over and pitiful puppy dog eyes, and gave a small whimper. "Pwease?"

"..Aw'h..Damn you. Don't make that face at me! I'll go already, I said I would to begin with!" She grumbled with a slight pout, moving a hand up to take her cigarette from her lips. "But only 'cause I freaking love you. I'll have the big dope text you and all that when I find him." She spoke quietly, taking in another lung-full of smoke. "But you so owe me," She added under her breath. Without another word she headed off towards the long line of red and gold and brown tents that were set up on the opposite hill from where she stood now.

xXx Eudora Failyn Ivi Vaisey (Faye) xXx

"Love you too! Thank you so much," I said waving her off before spotting Lucius talking to the Minister of Magic. He caught my eye, waving me over after the Minister said something. I walked over to him the whole time thinking I was caught for hanging out with Avery after we had gotten so well at hiding it. I held my breath and tried not to let my inner conflict and worry show on my face or body language.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy," I said politely. "Minister"

"Ah, hello Eudora, do you know where you'll be when the Match begins?" Lucius spoke crisply, "Are you aware that your mother requested you sit with Draco during the match?"

"Yes, sir, you wouldn't happen to know where Draco is, would you?" I asked, not wanting to text him that way I could take my time getting to the specific area.

"I would think near the entrance. He was rather…ecstaticq about coming here."

I was interested by that, the short time I had known Draco he rarely showed interest in anything other than tormenting Harry Potter. "Thank you very much sir. I'll be going now" I said and nodded at them and walked back toward my tent and went the long way over to the Gryffindor side. I looked down at my phone and saw a text. It was Draco.

Would you mind getting yourself over here before I lose my head for not watching you, Ivi? I'm at the arena, get over here

It read, even though text it was easy to hear (let alone see) the snide and slightly pompous face of Draco, his typical drone of irritancy was hard to not know after three years.

-(Draco PV)

He was leaning against a post, the archway behind him lead into the arena where the match was to be held. His pale, long fingers twirled the muggle device absentmindedly as he waited -impatient as always- for her response so he could go and fetch her. Damn babysitting.

I sighed and knew he was probably upset when wasn't he.

I don't need to right now. I'll be over in a few.

I sent it and almost immediately there was a text back.

Rite, where r u? I guess I'll just go there. Apparently we have to like..spend all day together. ur mother thinks u'll get hurt. haha. I think ur just gonna get urself into trouble.

He sent back, pushing away from the wall to head off in whatever direction she happened to be at the moment.

What is that supposed to mean Draco? I can take care of myself just fine thank you!

I stomped my foot, it wasn't right that Draco was treating me in such away. Right after sending that I got a text from Carter finally.

Oi, Ivi, it's Carter. We're kidnapping your little puffey friend and I sent a message to mum 'bout me stayin with Gred and Forge.

It means you're a little snake, Ivi, you know how to get into trouble, so where are you anyway?

Draco looked around in the Slytherin area; he walked by her family tent and walked around a little bit more till he spotted her near the Gryffindor edge glaring at her cell phone. He gave a smirk and sneaked up behind her.

I decided to text back my brother first since I was still 'mad' at Draco.

Aww try nt 2 scare her till she faints cuz if u do. u get 2 deal w/ mother. And u kno she doesn't kno who in the name of Salazar they r

I sighed and went back to the message Draco sent me and replied and calmly -as calm as I could get- waited for my brother to text back.

Don't worry about. I'll find you just hold on another minute.

Carte texted back.

Well now, I think the poor girl might just die. Y didn't u tell me she was so entertaining? haha da guys hve a new play toy! : D"

He sent back Avery's eyes got big as she stared at the three. "..I'm not easily scared!" She cried out defiantly, looking utterly adorable and pathetic.

When he moved a little closer to her, hoping to scare Faye, she turned and bumped into his chest, making him chuckle lowly. It wasn't often he laughed, the chuckle was mostly all you'd ever get out of that damned stoned-faced Slytherin unless he was tormenting someone.

"Oh, Draco well why didn't you tell me you were already here," I said still leaning onto his chest. We had a rather odd relationship it was love-hate one but it was…different almost. He was almost….almost nice to me and talkative when no one was around. And was tolerant of my presence when with people which was a lot coming from Draco since he rarely even did that. I guess it made for knowing him for a few years… and went to his mansion on so many occasions it was almost like a second home to me and vise versa to him. Plus the fact that their fathers were old friends… and the fact that his mother adored me and treated me as her own daughter. We saw each other a lot it was a real surprise that he hadn't found out about Avery by now. He was usually sharp on things like that but I guess Avery and I were just that good.

Draco chuckled, raising a brow, "You ought to be aware of my presence at all times, Eudora." He smirked, hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki slacks. He was pale against the royal green of his short-sleeved collared polo. His hair was slicked as always, although his bangs were a bit longer than they'd been the last time he'd seen her. "Are you behaving yourself?" He added with upraised

brows.

"Of course I am Draggie, have you been?" I gave a smile at him, calling him me nickname that I've called ever since I moved here. It started a few months after I moved here when we visited their family and we were told to go outside while they discussed stuff and it kind of just happened.

And when I found out that this little…ugly, pug face girl was calling him Drakey. I had a non-letting out flame of hatred toward the girl. So from then I went out of my way to make sure she was put in hell every chance and tried to stay around Draco as much as possible; because I knew that most who had keen eyes could notice he treated me very slightly different from the others and I used that to my utmost advantage against her.

He made a face and rolled those stormy grey eyes of his, "Ugh, I swear. How is a bloke to keep up a reputation when people go around giving nicknames like 'Draggie?'" He asked with a half-smirk that showed he honestly didn't mind it at all. He just liked teasing her. He started walking, hoping she'd decide to follow instead of just standing there. "I've been alright, father bought me a new broom and since that old owl Hermes is worn down he got a new, gorgeous owl. I've yet to name her."

I laughed, shaking my head, looked back over my shoulder and then down to my phone and decided to answer in a minute. I followed after him walking along beside him, "You have enough reputation to last through even to your kids. So I'm here to make sure your ego doesn't get over inflated," I gave a chuckle at his playful glare. "I liked Hermes you know he has a beautiful midnight black color, but the new owl sounds interesting, what's her color?"

He sneered at me, but shrugged, "Haha. She's salt and peppered. Like…This slate gray and speckles of black and white. I really like her, what should I name her?" He asked curiously, sneering as they passed by the area where Gryffindor's tended to bunk down. Mumbling a low, "Filthy blood traitor lions," when he spotted one of the many Weasley's, "That She-Weasel gets on my nerves," He mumbled with a scowl, staring down his nose at Ginny.

I sighed yet again and dragged him past the poor Weasley girl just because this was one of the few time I got to see him somewhat open about something. "Come on Draggie," I mumbled under my breath but loud enough where he could hear me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along till we were a safe unhearing distance away from ears. "Well since I have been your best friend," I knew I probably hadn't or wasn't even his best friend but my Slytherin ego got to me, "for a good three years, you should name the bird after me" I said turning to him and giving him a semi-large smile.

I knew there was no way Draco was going to name the bird after me. He was probably going to say and 'you're a bloody idiot if you think I'm going to name the bird after you' or 'that's ridiculously no bird of Malfoy's is going to be named after you'. So I wouldn't really be let down that much if it did happen. It was to be expected and I was rather okay with that.

He looked thoughtful, then gave a mischievous grin. "What an idea, I can name the thing after you, and then maybe for once I would have an Ivi around that will listen to my orders," He teased, ruffling my hair slightly before stuffing his hand back into his pocket to lift his cell phone out, making a face. "Eww..pugface." He grumbled as he read over the text message he received. "Salazar is she disgusting." He added with a disgusted groan.

"Hey! I'm not that bad. I just don't like listening to certain people," I said mumbling the last part but he heard and glanced over at me, his eyes narrowing, "Anyway what had she said this time?" I asked trying to keep the jealous of the fact she ruining our time and all of the disgust into that small but efficient sentence. I knew that in a few short moments he was probably going to come to his senses and just stop the openness and it will go back to the bottling up of everything. But until then I wanted to hold on to every minute; it was a chance to see Draco at his sensitive side a very rare side that was barely every shown and that very few knew of.

He chuckled and shrugged, "The usual Pansy stuff, about how she adores me and she wants to be with me at the Quidditch match." He made a face, almost feeling enough compassion to keep her secrets, but then realizing he didn't care, "And that she wants me to sneak into her tent." He made a gagging noise and glanced sideways. "She's a foul excuse for a pureblood."

I had to use every ounce of my very small self control to not just yell at him that, that's just wrong and shouldn't joke about it. And…and she dare text him that she wanted…I was beyond livid. I didn't even think of controlling my emotions that flicked across my face from one to another. Though I was glad that he didn't like it and was freely expressing it, so that must mean he doesn't like her… or at least I hoped he didn't because that would terrible and for some reason painful. My cheeks puffed out and I glared at the distance.

"She's not going to be sitting with us," I said I meant to make it a question but it just wasn't going to happen. Though I know how Draco responds to people telling him what to do that had no authority -or if they do- to do so. So I somewhat wished I had asked, because I remember what he did to pug face when she did that.

He stared at her for a long moment; it looked like he was angry with the way she spoke to him, puffing out his chest and scowling a little. But it seemed he caught himself before he let out a breath and closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing and becoming less tensed up. "Um…Right. Well I don't...I really don't think her family will be sitting in the Minister's box, we barely managed to get you a seat."

Which was true, Avery was supposed to be sitting with Carter and the Weasley's because my father didn't want her, a muggleborn, to be seen with the high society Slytherins.

I blushed and remember that it wasn't me that asked more along the lines of both my parents so that I could sit with the Malfoy's for what reasons are not really known. Though I want to believe the reason is because they trust them and not my brother.

"Oh well I guess forgot," I said pulling back one of my hands to push back a bang only to notice that they were interlocked with something. The other hand moved fine but this one didn't I looked down. Stopping which for some strange reason caused Draco to stop almost immediately. I noticed that it was a hand that was connected to a arm that was effectively connected to a certain blonde haired Slytherin.

Draco stared at the hands with surprised eyes, like he'd noticed for the first time, too, tugging his away and stuffing it into his pocket. "Right, right, so forgetful. I daresay you'd forget your head if it weren't attached to you," He smirked, looking forward, he was guarded and less open again. It was probably the fact that she brought the whole 'hand-holding thing' to his attention. "Then again, if it weren't attached all that hot air would make it float away."

Still frozen from the fact I was once holding Draco's hand I almost completely missed his insult. "Yeah and if it weren't for me deflating that ego of yours, your head would pop like a zit because of it." I said smirking from my reference as I also stuff my hand into my pants pocket as we started walking again. I clenched said hand it seemed colder… like it missed the warmth.

I swallowed and kept my head face forward not even daring a look. I knew from the tone of his voice he was closed back up and there would be very little to open him back again. I felt like sighing again we were actually lasting a little bit longer that time. It seemed almost depressing that were back were we started.

He didn't say anything else about it, just seeming to shrug it off. "Well that may be. But I'm handsome and blond and have tons of adoring fans. So I win." He added pompously, stopping in front of a elegant, slightly larger tent that resembled Faye's and pulling open the cloth, "I'm not sure about you, but I think it's a little too hot to be wandering around in this damned sun." He mumbled with a semi-smile.

"Yes it is. And the only reason you have fan girls is because of your money don't you know that," I said as we dropped back into our almost-normal pace of things again. "I'm thirsty, are you?" I said as I headed off in the kitchen direction. I went in front of him and knew he was following it should of felt usual for me to have someone following me. Since Avery did it all of the time since I had longer legs than her it just happens but it felt weird to having Draco doing it.

He plopped down on one of the many comfortable green chairs near the kitchen, getting comfortable. "I'm parched, wouldn't mind fetching me a tea as well, would you?" He chuckled, glancing back at me with that snide look on his face he wore so damn well.

"Oh of course your Majesty," I said my words laced heavily with sarcasm, I sent a playful glare his way. Though I still did it, it had become routine; one that I didn't think I wanted to break anytime soon. I looked around in the cabinets for the tea leaves we had everything but those. I spotted them up on the very top, I knew I could of easily gotten out my wand and just 'Wingardium Leviosa' them down but I don't know what complied me to do it. But my mouth opened against my will, "Hey Draggie can you get the leaves for me?"

I stilled, everything was too quiet; I was scared he would be able hear my heart pounding, it was beating so fast I could barely hear myself. My body was frozen and my mouth wasn't working again, it wouldn't open to tell him it was a joke I was paralyzed. I had made a big fool out of myself in front of Draco, who was known as tyrant at our school. He would no doubt make fun of me to the end of times for saying something so…muggle-like. I would have bad of a reputation as Myrtle the ghost, my mind started going rapidly over the various bad things that could happen.

He laughed, a rarity, but it was a warm musical sound that seemed to fill the room. Nonetheless he rose to his feet. "If I didn't know you better I'd say you were no better than a muggle, but then again...you are short." He mumbled, rolling his eyes and wandering over to me, easily reaching up to grab the tea leaves for me. As he handed them to me he smiled, "Hah, at least you don't break the law of Underage Wizardry. Funny. I always thought you were one to jump at rule breaking."

I was stunned I couldn't believe this I felt like jumping in joy and just crushing him in a hug but I didn't feel like taking any more chances. I just nodded and blinked; I was on the verge of tears from it all and just finished with the tea. I didn't trust my voice enough at all to afraid I'd say something that would make the situation worse -if possible- so I just picked up the drinks and ushered past him to set them on the table and set down in a chair that was farthest away from him.

He raised his brow at that, looking more than a bit puzzled by the way I was acting. Nonetheless, he took his seat, sipping at his tea with half-lidded eyes, "You alright, Vi?" He asked from behind his cup, looking curious.

I swallowed a little tea, he rarely ever called me that anymore I missed it was sort of just our thing like with Avery calling me Faye. I missed it and when he said it brought back the memories of our fun, carefree childhood. I wish I could go back to it, but you can't you never can, "What are you talking about I just a got a little dust in my eyes is all," I said though afterwards I realized he just if I was okay not that if I was crying. I hoped he had an oblivious moment where he just skimmed over it… or something just happen… I knew I shouldn't of opened my mouth.

He frowned and for a moment thought about pushing it, but decided it was probably best to let it go. "Ah, well..." He was cut off by a small squeaking voice as a small, bug-eyed elf with a large red nose and a dirty potato sack for clothing wandered into the room, murmuring in a shaky, terrified voice. "Young Master Malfoy has a visitor, Bitsy will show her in, yes?" The elf asked, her large ears flopping slightly as she bowed her head over and over.

I relaxed and looked over at the elf, "Do you know who it is?" I ask the elf the elf looked even more nervous seeing two people.

"She says her name is Pansy, Mistress of Young Master Malfoy," the elf said bowing yet again. My eye twitched…Mistress? I've heard it so many times before the elves were rather intent on calling me that. Though Draco was seemingly oblivious to the comment and continued staring down at the elf.

He groaned, "Great..." But before he could say "no," There was a high pitched squeal, "Drakey! Oh, Salazar I thought I wouldn't get to see.." The pug-faced girl stopped mid-step, as well as mid-sentence. Upon seeing Faye she frowned, "Oh. Hello Eudora." She spoke crisply and coldly.

Draco scowled, "It's rude to invite yourself in. You're excused, Bitsy." He mumbled nonchalantly to the elf, which was wailing and whimpering as she ran off to punish herself for allowing Pansy inside without Draco's permission. The blond pinched the bridge of his nose, but the damage had been done.

"You should really say you're sorry for bursting into a home that isn't or never will be yours," I said my voice dripping with absolute venom and ice. I looked toward Draco and I gave a grin that only he would understand - scratch that Avery would and would definitely be hiding her face behind her hands at it-, "Isn't that right Draggie? You said we would spend the whole day to ourselves without any.." I glanced over at Pansy as she was glaring I stood up and walked toward Draco, "Pests or inferences," I said and put my hand on his shoulder and smiled down oh so lovingly.

Draco narrowed his eyes and rose to his feet. He didn't play favorites, he needed Pansy for her family name and her pure blood, just like Faye, and he didn't plan to break alliances with someone for barging in. No matter how annoying and idiotic they may be. The scowl on Pansy's face didn't help her horrid looks in the least. "Rudeness is distasteful in a lady, Ivi, and that goes for you as well Pansy." The raven-haired girl scowled, but looked at her feet, "Ok. Sorry I barged in." She grumbled lowly, crossing her arms over her chest. He gave Faye an expecting look, but his eyes were somewhat apologetic. If only a sliver of it.

I looked at him, not giving anything away, "What? I have nothing to apologize for, I was properly invited in and haven't been rude or obnoxious about it either. And what I did wasn't rude, it's merely fun, isn't that what you do to the Potter kid? You have no room to speak on that matter. Besides, I don't apologize or at least not meaningfully, you should know that by now, Malfoy," I said knowing he wasn't going to like that I used his last name. He had told before, when we were younger, that it didn't sound right with me and that he demanded I not call him by Malfoy. Since then, I'd always called him by his name or one of my many nicknames over the years. I've rarely ever said his surname, and like all those times before, I was mad at him...or extremely upset and using him as my outlet. I couldn't believe he would go against me! I thought before we had an agreement, even if it was a silent one at that.

He raised a brow, scowling harder. "You should learn to hold your tongue in the house of a Malfoy, Eudora, and you should know that." He practically growled, his knuckles whiter than his pale skin, his cheeks were showing the faintest hints of pink from his anger. Draco was well known for his temper, after all. But before he could get another word in Pansy was advancing toward me.

"Now you listen here you little bitch!" She snapped, it was rare to find wizard kind using muggle curses, especially the high-society rich kids. "No one talks to my Drakey like that!"

But Draco raised his wand and narrowed his eyes to the point they were just slits. "Shut up, the both of you, or I'll hex you into next week!" He snarled, trying to restrain his quickly rising temper. "I don't want to hear another foul word or argument about it! I can very well take care of myself, Parkinson." He snapped in Pansy's direction.

My head was down and I was shaking with pure rage, she dare speak to me like that? My control was way worse than Draco's but it took a lot to anger me or one Pansy to do it. My fist we straining and sending pain signals to my brain but I ignored them. I looked up at Pansy my rage was so overwhelming just seeing her was sending me in fit. I knew my eyes had to be red because she stepped back and gasped. I wasn't worried too much about Draco at the time if he did put a spell on me I knew he would take it off not too long afterwards.

I took a step towards her, "You ever insult like that again you will wish your pathetic excuse of a witch self was dead and gone by the time I'd be done with you," I said my voice was too low I didn't recognize myself, I was to calm, I was to nonviolent, I stopped in my next mid-step. I looked back over to Draco, "If I have no say in your house, then your house is not a place for me," I said and started stalking toward the door.

He growled and gripped my sleeve, jerking me back so that I fell hard into the seat. "Pansy. Get out." She'd opened her mouth to protest, her eyes full of tears, but she just turned and ran, sobbing. Draco didn't look at me, let alone touch me again. He was trying so hard to restrain himself from doing something he would regret, "I'm meant to be watching you, you git, you're not going to just up and leave. Now stay put and calm down or so help me Salazar..." He grumbled lowly, taking deep, labored breaths.

I glared up Draco so hard I hoped that it burned thru his skull. He yells at me, tells me my voice is not wanted in his house and then… I was blinded by rage the things I felt I was going to yell I don't think I was going to mean to say them…or was I everything was to backwards to focus on anything, "Don't tell me what to do Malfoy, you don't own me! You have nothing to keep me here other than maybe a small punishment! All I am to you is just a chore! Something that you don't want to do! I'm pretty sure if I wasn't here and you didn't have to be "babysitting" me you would be all over that…that ugly looking pug dog of a thing!" I screamed and stood up back away from him, I was not going to let the tears that were hovering right on my eyelids to come out…no matter what. I would not be that weak in front of him, all I really wanted to do was run, just run away and that made it even more confusing I had never wanted to do that. Ever.

He growled, deep and guttural this time, grabbing her by her shoulders and shoving her down hard against the seat, "Don't you ever talk like you know what I would or wouldn't do, Vaisey, you don't know shit!" He howled, doing his best to control the urge to strike her, he knew better, respected her more than that. His face was going a deep red, now. "You don't know a thing you little brat! You're just jealous that I didn't jump to take your side!"

"And if I was jealous that you didn't?" Tears were slowly going down my face one by one but I wouldn't let that stop me from yelling back I couldn't lose I had to stay strong.

He frowned, leaning closer and frowning harder than before. "Then you're an idiot." He hissed, "Because you don't seem to realize that purebloods keep alliances for a good reason! There aren't exactly many of us left, now, are there?" He frowned, "And what would happen if the Parkinson's and Malfoy's became enemies after years of friendship just because a daughter of their family is a disrespectful harlot?"

"Then I'd say they damned themselves for letting her get like that," I said glaring straight at him I started building up my walls unconsciously, cause the reflection of my eyes in his showed my eyed were very conservative and blocked in. "Get off me Malfoy," I said, my voice shredded of all emotion.

He stayed put, reaching up to wipe some tears from my face, "Listen here, alright? We've been friends for Merlin knows how long? Just chill the Hell out. It might be their fault but my family still needs them." A flash of hurt washed over his face before he blocked it out. "And a little punishment for letting you run out is nothing compared to what I'd get if I caused something like that between families. You have no fucking idea, Vi." He snarled, "So cheer the Hell up, drink your tea, and let's get back to being normal."

I stared at him and put a hand against his chest to move him back, he didn't budge, I knew what he wanted but I wasn't going to say it. No I understood the family problems but he should of put her also in her place more than he did but I was the one getting extra punishment - he just yelled a little at her, I was the one that got a bit of abuse too; though I knew he probably didn't mean to that- . This was his own doing not his families he was the one that… was showing my mistakes and was helping me I knew that subconsciously …but I didn't want to admit it. I stared at him a bit longer before I closed my eyes from the burning that I was just now noticing from glaring and crying too much. Actually when I thought of it a lot of my body hurt. I blamed Draco, I knew with a doubt I shouldn't have though.

"Get off of me Malfoy," I said again in the same non emotional way. I had to keep my dignity no matter what he could all he wanted now, the only thing that would change on my expressionless face would be the glare I would set on him.

He sighed and kissed her forehead, standing up and grabbing up her tea, holding the cup out to her, "Drink up," He sat on the table so that he was in front of her, looking troubled and a little distant. He was just glad she didn't delve into his comment about the punishments. She was a girl, she didn't go through the type of treatment a male pureblood did, especially a son of Lucius Malfoy, the ex Death Eater. The cold hearted aristocrat.

I raised the cup to my lips and drunk some it helped my starched throat. I wanted to scream and kick at him again; he kissed my forehead and so many emotions popped up and like with my hand I missed the warmth but this time I wanted a bit more. I looked down after sitting the cup on my lap and focused on one spot. We were probably never going to be able to go back the way we were. I said to much this time; I know now that I had stepped to far over the line a bit to far even a wife couldn't even go. I knew I should say sorry but like I had said before I don't do apologies. But the main reason I wouldn't do it was because I know he hates me, I'm nothing more than like a Pansy to him, just some alliance he needs to keep so his family survives like the rest. It hurt to think or even skim over that in brief moment but I pushed it to the back of mind to study on later.

No. I couldn't do it we have been friends far too long for it to end like this, I don't care how much he hates me or shoves me off of him. I dropped the cup, wrapped my arms around his neck and sobbed out a pitifully weak 'I'm sorry'. It was truly a deep and meaningful sorry that only Draco would be able to pull out of me after so many years.

He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing her back, "Easy, Vi…easy." He whispered, "Look...I'm sorry, okay? You're probably one of the only friends I got..." He mumbled into her shoulder, feeling a little uncomfortable at being so open with her, but she wasn't like the other Slytherins. Just because someone showed her a weakness didn't mean she'd laugh and use it against them. "Easy does it, Vi. It's alright; I know you didn't mean it. Let's just...settle down and have our tea and pretend Pansy's in some kind of agonizing pain. "

I gave a small weak laugh and then felt bad she was in a worst predicament than me she probably didn't have someone like Draco consoling her. I sobbed a bit harder and clutched him tighter. After the racks of sobs went down, "I'm sorry, you right I'm such an idiot," I whispered against his neck. "Promise not to tell anyone about this?"

He laughed a little and ruffled my hair, "Only if you swear on your name that you won't tell the world that Draco Malfoy knows the definition of compassion." He shrugged, smirking and grabbing up his nearly cold tea. After one sip he made a face, grimacing, "How about I warm us up a little more tea and get something to snack on, that sound good?" He heard my phone go off saying I had a new text, but he ignored it.

Oh me oh my, dear little sister I do believe your Hufflepuffer has some feelings for our trickster twins.

There was another that got sent very quickly.

Faye. That's a bold-faced lie!

I read over what the texts said, and stood up, off my knees from the crushing moment that just happened, knowing Draco wouldn't want to dwell on it any longer than necessary. To sit on the big couch, sliding of my shoes and sitting my legs next to me; as Draco got us new teas. I glared at my phone taking in what those texts meant where they hurting my poor little muggle of a friend! I texted back furiously

Are you okay? Do I need to beat some asses! I'll do it I'll curse them so far into next week they'll be sorry!

Draco was busying himself with the tea, not noticing her move, let alone imagining the idea of her violent attitude starting up again. A text was quickly sent back:

No, no, they're just teasin me and bein mean. Your brother tried to get me to kiss him to get my phone back! )': They're so weird! I misssss yoou (prolly shouldn't say that, Car keeps calling me a lesbo ): ) D: but no beating asses!

I screeched and texted back furiously, muttering about stupid brothers that I was going to kill

U better tell him, if he ever comes back home when I'm around I'll kick his bloody ass straight to hell! I'm srry ): he's such an embarrassment I'm soooo srry u can hit me when we see..

The text ran out of space and she sent another after it

Each other again. So u can let out the stress&the fact that he's my brother out on me. Just dnt hate me b/c of that …thing?

There was a loud curse and a banging, Draco poked his head out of the kitchen, brows upraised at the sound she'd made, "You okay in there? Sounds like someone killed a bloody cat!" He chuckled, tilting his head slightly to one side as he waited for a response.

'No! Don't do that! He was just trying to be funny..or something. Idk..he's being all weird and flirty..WHAT DO I DO? D:'

Another popped up really fast.

'And don't hurt him! (plus, I don't hate you ): You're my bestie, so no hatin on Carter either) I'm sure he's just picked up his habits from Fred and George is all..'

I ignored Draco as I'd rather focus on my little muggle girl that was taken abuse from my evil brother. Who invades my room every chance he gets and throw my bras and underwear everywhere so I can walk in on it. Evil.

IGNORE HIM. He hates that w/ burning passion as much as Tacos..(don't ask) Oh I dnt hate him just want to massacre him. Damn twins I think it's car changing the twins ^.^'

'That's mean tho! v.v I can't be mean..*blushes* Faaaayyyeee he's being weird again!'

I glared at the phone very hard…I heard the whistle of the tea ready go on…and go on…what was Draco doing in there…I got up and walked toward the kitchen still texting not even noticing the fact Draco hadn't budged and looked slightly peeved.

I'm sorry the best thing to do is to ignore and um…talk about something else that puts it off of u. He'll eventually stop…hopefully

Draco stared at her, rolling his eyes, "Um. Way to ignore me, Vi," He mumbled when I walked right into him, backing up and going over to tend to the tea, while laughing all the same. "What's got you so riled up?" He peered curiously at my phone.

'O ok. =P So what are you up to exactly?'

"Oh, I didn't even hear you say something… and nothing," I said pulling it to my chest to hide the screen from his eyes that was over my shoulder. "The question here should be what are you doing?" I laughed and finished up the tea but not before putting my phone in my back pocket.

He made a face, "Hiding things from me?" He asked, hands on his hips in a mock attempt of looking stern. It just looked funny.

"Pssh…you're delusional…" I said extremely unoriginal and totally stupid. I bit my lip and twiddle with the cups before picking them up and hurriedly walked back in the small den. If he found out that me and Avery were friends, I'm not sure that he would do something overly hurtful to me, maybe punish me personally -though the punishment might be rather weird- instead of going to my dad, and probably be so over my shoulder for weeks maybe months to make sure I never talked to her again. Which, now that I think about it, he would most definitely be one to do something like that. I have to be careful; though I have sense of dread coming over me like it's going to happen soon, too soon.

But my biggest fear is what he would do to Avery, no doubt that while I'm weak or in a dungeon somewhere (or locked in his room…again…) that from the punishment he will go to her and let out his anger that he most definitely won't use on me I've seen a small dosage, but a full blown angry Draco, I didn't want to think of. It would probably kill her, especially since she's a mud—I mean muggle-born (in my mind its sounds to wrong to call her that) and rather scared and shy; I know she can be brave, but against Draco's pure rage she wouldn't stand a chance…Hell even I wouldn't. I shuddered at thought of something so terrible happening to the sweet and innocent little Hufflepuff; it ripped into my heart and I set that fear right there, so that I would protect her at all costs on the honor of my family. Slytherins may not be known for their loyalty-or lack thereof- but once we make a promise on anything in our families name, it's not going to be broken unless severe torture, or said thing or person is at cost.

"Delusional, am I?" He snorted, glowering now and drawing me back from my thoughts, "Are you hiding things from me, little Miss Vaisey?" Draco attempted to take on a mature, paternal-like voice. It only vaguely worked.

I calmed down and got my act together, I turned with a brow raised only to see him mad…again. "You're paranoid is all," I said sitting down with my tea on one side of the couch leaning on the arm of it. "Don't you want tea?" I said after seeing him not move to sit.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Right, sure I'll have a bit more tea," He brushed his bangs from his eyes, he seemed a little more at ease, but there was still a look in his eye that told her he didn't fully believe her.

I mentally breathed a sigh of relief, I patted the spot next to me that was at least a foot away from me because Draco is just like that. I smiled trying to make all the unsure feelings go away. "Your bangs are getting longer do you like them like that?" I asked.

He glanced at her, tugging at one of the locks of nearly white blonde hair that nearly covered his eyes, "Yeah. I mean, father doesn't approve," He paled a little and seemed to be lost in thought, but recovered quickly, "But I like it better this way."

"Me too," I agreed. We lapsed into a comfortable silence; I started thinking Avery's probably going to think something bad happened since I didn't answer her I reached to my back pocket and finished the text.

Hanging with Draco…mother said we have to spend all day together. Then I have to sit with him during the match. -sigh- but nothing important has happened so far.

He closed his eyes, contentedly sipping at his tea and enjoying the silence. At least they weren't fighting anymore, but the more time she spent texting away on that damned muggle contraption, the more curious he got. His father disapproved of him owning one, but agreed that it was useful. He refused to allow him to use it around the house, though. So he really only got to text people when he was traveling, since cell phones didn't work in Hogwarts.

..EW. Just..ew. ugh *shudders* sucks for you. That means you gotta deal with that jerk lucius! Man I feel bad for you. haha Car and the twins are ragging on them : P

I smiled a smile at the phone before texting back.

Draco's not that bad. Lucius is…okay at least hes polite. I expected as much oh and tell Car that mom told me earlier this morning that he was going with us to the Malfoy's whether

The last little bit not fitting on the text…hate when it does that.

He liked it or not.

As an after thought…

This summer

'): Poor Car. Dear God the snakes are brainwashing you! Quick! Who's your best friend ever? : D

and a few moments later she added,

He said to Hell with that. Apparently he doesn't approve :/ he doesn't look really happy now. Did you know Carter's really scary when he's mad? ):

I laughed out loud at the first text.

Haha no their not. Draco…jk jk You! You know that

I laughed even harder at the second text.

I live with the idiot. Duh I know that I do it all the time cuz I find it funny. And tell him fathers making him =P

'That's just cruel! wahh! ): You're gonna make me cry. jk jk..sorta. But seriously. Draco? D I don't like him. and I fel really bad for Car now..'

A new text popped up from Carter's phone.

'i dont give a damn what tha crackpot old bastard says, id rather join the damned death eaters and follow the Dark Lord himself before I stay in his right hand man's home. Ick. I'll run away.'

I read over both before answering Avery first.

Haha tho ive known him longer…but ur my huffey. Draco is very…complicated. I don't.

Car you kno u dnt mean that besides ill be there with u. and if u do run away ud miss me and u kno it =3

I sent them to both, I glanced up at Draco.

Draco had been staring at her intently, looking curious, "Who's better than me to talk to? Because you're totally ignoring me," His voice still held that smug sarcasm he wore so well, his eyes flashed with deep curiosity and slightly irritation, but it was obvious he wasn't mad at her.

'Ugh. Complicated? When he DOES talk to me he just talks shit. :/ and that's mean ):'

'I do too mean it. I'll be seventeen after this year. I'll just go live with Fred and George.'

I let the phone vibrate in my hands; and kept eye contact with Draco. "No one?" I said and smile "Well except this guy I'm texting…" and put on a fake dreamy look. I looked back down at my phone and texted Carter back first this time.

And leave ur oh so adorable sister alone =( u no love me?

Yes he is. U have to kno him to understand. And I try to stop him. Yes it isn't but that's us Slytherins.

He scowled, but shrugged, rolling his eyes. "And after all that babble about how Pansy is foul?" He asked with a chuckle, wiggling his eyebrows, but he made it obvious that he was joking. Obviously he was worried she'd go off on him again and they'd get back into a fight. Because at the sight of her he tensed up and watched her closely, like she'd jump at him at any moment.

"She is and you and me both know. Your just jealous." I laughed and shook my head, he was sometimes too cut. Wai..what the… did I just think…? I blinked and went back to texting.

'Right, right. Slytherins enjoy making people hate themselves. My bad. Totally forgot that his attitude is socially acceptable and required.'

Answering Avery's who's came in first.

No need to be rude. Its been like this forever and u kno it. I'm Slytherin so were all are like that so u sayn somethen?

Then Carters popped up in the middle while replying to that one.

'Like you'd care, mum and dad would throw a party if I left.'

A text came through a few moments after Carter's,

'..I'm sorry ): that was mean..I just don't like him. He's foul..'

I looked at the phone with disdain before back up to Draco.

Draco scowled at her playfully, "Right, right. Me? The Slytherin Prince, jealous? You're joking, right?" He held a hand over his stomach and started to laugh, "That's rich, if I didn't know you better, Vi, I'd say you're off your knocker." His lips curling into a teasing smile, he looked at her with his eyebrows raised, trying not to pick on her too awful much. But when she looked up at him with a slightly annoyed/upset face his smile slipped and he cocked his head slightly to one side.

I looked at him for a moment and thought of what Carter said 'He's foul.' poor Draco had to go through that every day it made me want to take him home with me. I wonder if he'd go I could talk to his mother I'm sure if I tell her something cute she'll buy it and force Draco too. Or me too his place. Either way worked I was probably going to end up doing it anyway. Mother wouldn't mind if I got out of the house a while. I'll bring it up in a minute, I ignored his look for a moment to text back Carter fastly.

I would miss u. and no they wouldn't…I think and I know u don't but u could at least do it so im not stuck their by myself

He ran a hand through his slicked back hair, suddenly finding it to be the most important thing in the world to be cleaning himself up. He rose to his feet, hands stuffed into his pockets. "Hate to kill the cozy mood here," Sarcasm dripped off his words, lacing into his crooked smile, "But I believe it's about time we met up with father, the match should be starting soon, it's getting dark," He commented, glancing out of the opening of the tent that was nearby.

Right. I'll think about it. But I'll threaten dad that his only male heir will run away and disinherit himself, Hell I'll become a Weasley or marry that cute little Hufflepuff friend of yours, to make him realize he can't tell me what to do.

"Draco I'm staying at your place tonight, okay?" I asked him looking down to put back on my shoes. I didn't want to look up at him because I knew he was contemplating on whether he should allow it or not. But I hoped he would though usually when I did that it got shot down so I thought of something else. Quickly I put back on my robe that I had taken off, without thought when first coming in and turning back at him to get the result all in a quick spin. I ignored the text from right now Carter, I could know his decision here in a minute Draco's was more important.

At first he just stared at her, looking contemplative and wondering where that all came from, just out of the blue like that, but he gave a shrug, "Ask father. He's the head of the house, not me," It wasn't particularly sugar-coated, but it was a good sign. If it wasn't a flat out no, then it was a possible yes hidden behind formality to make him look less eager. One of Draco's many ways to water down any form of emotion. He was eerily good at it.

I smiled at him that was just Draco for you. "I'm sure father wouldn't mind when I tell him the reasons why," I said with a smirk and walked past him to get out of the tent once out I stretched and breathed in the now somewhat cooler air. I waited for Draco to come out, while glancing around I saw other Slytherins starting to come out as well. I nodded at some and waved, and said hellos.

A text caught Draco's attention, but he ignored the sound, why didn't she just turn that damned thing off?

Hey. I'm sorry, didn't mean to talk bad about Draco or whatever..you know why I don't like him. I'll keep my mouth shut. Sorry ): And I'm gonna shut my phone off until the end of the match, first though where am I staying tonight if you're with Draco and his family?

He stepped closer to Faye, cocking his head to the side, "You're turning that damned contraption off before we meet up with father, correct? You know how he feels about them." He chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets to fish out his own and switch it off, tucking it neatly back into its place. His set his pale blue-silver eyes on her face, smiling a little. "Are you rooting for the Bulgarians or the Irish?"

"Yeah I will just got to tell my brother something and a friend then I will and the Bulgarians, you?" I said with interest. Listening still but wanted to finish up the texts.

Carter should let you hang out with him. And its fine I kno how u feel im that way about someone else to. And me too so bye

Haha course you will. Thanks Car I gotta go now bye.

Shutting down my phone, putting it in my pocket and looking up at him.

He smirked, "Good. I'd hate to have to lose respect for you for rooting for those damned Irish," He chuckled, heading towards the arena. The area where it was held was an open, barren field surrounded by trees. There wasn't anything around for miles, except for the campsite and the forest. The area was dark, for now, and then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field.

Draco took my hand to lead me along, because they were flocked now by many, many people, hurried into the wood, following the lantern-lit trail. We could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them, shouts and laughter, snatches of singing. I held onto Draco's hand tightly as we were scrunched together as the mass of people squeezed to get along a curve. We walked through the wood for twenty minutes or so, talking and joking, until at last we came out on the other side and found ourselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium. It was huge! From where we stood you couldn't even see the top of it. But it was brilliant, gold and intricately designed. "Seats over a hundred thousand," A witch nearby called out breathlessly. Draco saw his hand and hesitantly released mine, though he knew his father had already seen it and had an unintelligible look upon his face. Lucius was standing proudly by the side of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, who was-as always- in his pinstriped suit and bowler hat looking jolly as always.

"Ah, I was beginning to worry you'd gotten lost." Lucius's voice didn't sound particularly worried. More sharp and irritated than anything; Draco flinched.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Was your day well?" I said politely as usual when Lucius's presences and even more so when with people of so far up. I would have to work in their some way and ask if I could stay the night; maybe once the Minster has stepped aside.

Lucius gave me a tight, cold smile, like he did with everyone, "Ah, Miss Vaisey, a pleasure to see you again." His eyes were much like Draco's but colder and far more dangerous. His hair, unlike Draco's, cascaded down his back in the same elf-like white-blond color, shining in the golden glow of the stadium. "I hope you enjoy yourself." Then he turned on Draco, hands folded in front of him and resting on the handle of his cane where he stowed away his wand. "Draco. A girl, a friend of yours she claims, Miss Parkinson, seemed to think that she was to be sitting with us." He glanced in the direction of the fuming Pansy. Obviously she'd seen Draco and I holding hands as well. "I would hope you made it very clear that it was quite an event just getting dear Miss Vaisey a seat and that she is expected to sit with her family." Draco nodded, glancing at Pansy with cold eyes, obviously not pleased that she had actually irritated his father with an attempt to earn a seat with him.

"And I'm very grateful that I did get a seat," I said giving a little smile toward bit the Minister and Lucius, "I'm sure it will be spectacular sight to see from there," I said with a smile. I turned toward Draco "Shall we tell her there is no available seat?" I waited for him to walk first.

Draco looked hesitant, and gave me a seriously cold look that told me to behave, "Right, of course." He straightened up, "We'll be back in a moment, father, it's a pleasure to see you again Minister, I apologize for this," Fudge just smiled pleasantly and went back to talking to one of the many different ambassadors behind him. We walked over to Pansy with cold eyes, speaking lowly, "Pansy. You obviously didn't understand me when I clearly said you have a seat with your mother and father."

Her eyes narrowed and she pouted, "But Drakey, why does she get to sit with you?" Pansy asked in her obnoxious nasally voice, pointing a finger violently in my direction.

I looked at her finger and pulled a gritted teeth smile but in the inside I was a raging mess. I looked over at Draco and saw him give me the look said don't-do-anything-stupid. I turned back to her, "You see Pansy my mother talked to the Minister of Magic and Mr. Lucius way before the match begun to get mine ahead of time." I said making up something that I hoped was close to the truth.

Draco chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Exactly, you see, Ivi's mother and father couldn't attend, so she's staying with me." And he left it at that, "Now run along to your mother and father, Pansy, the match is beginning and I would like to get to my seat." His voice was so formal and icy it was scary, he sounded unnaturally like Lucius. That dangerous glint in his eyes caused terror to wash over Pansy's face. I suppressed the urge to shudder as she had done.

She didn't say another word, but scowled at Faye, and let out a low, "Bitch," before hurrying off to find her parents. Draco returned to Lucius's side, the man only acknowledged him with a nod and straightened up. Fudge smiled and clasped his hands together, "Right then! Let's find our seats." He turned, flocked by the various ambassadors; Lucius gave Draco a dangerous look, but quickly turned back to Fudge and the others with that calm mask of polite niceness.

Draco sighed and followed obediently behind his father, now snaking his hand back into mine nervously. He glanced at me and shrugged, leaning over to speak right next to my ear. "Wouldn't want to lose you," I couldn't help but feel the tingle go down my spine at his mouth so close to my skin. It was unbelievably loud and terribly hard to hear. Once they were seated they had time to look around. A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their places in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field. Everything was tinted with a strange golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself. The field was far below from their lofty position. At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high; right opposite them, was a gigantic blackboard. Gold writing kept dashing across it, advertising random products as they waited for the match to begin.

I squeezed his hand as reassurance without words and gave him a smile, not thinking to look around at the people to see who might see us like this I was too caught up in the moment and amazed by everything I saw seeing it so close up. Everything was decorated beautifully that it felt unreal; except for the fact that the place smelled like wet pig and feet cause of all the people that had sweated during the day. We kept close to the Minister and Lucius and finally we reached the Ministers area.

Upon looking around, Draco scowled, spotting the nappy red-heads that were a tell-tale sign of the Weasley's, accommodated by Hermione Granger, the Golden boy himself, Harry Potter, Carter, and Avery. They were sitting in the row of seats right in front of Draco and Faye. Avery tensed when The Minister spoke up; allowing them all to notice that The Malfoy's had arrived. It was a tense moment; Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other. "Ah, Arthur," Fudge spoke kindly, "Pleasure to see you again, and Harry m'boy!" He reached over the seats and shook the boy's hand like they were old friends. The brunette looked incredibly uncomfortable.

"Good lord, Arthur," Lucius said softly, sneering slightly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

"Ah, Arthur, you know Lucius and his family, I presume?" Fudge, who wasn't listening to Lucius comments, said proudly, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

The red-headed, slightly balding man looked up to the Minister, "How - how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile. Mr. Malfoy's eyes had returned to Hermione, who went slightly pink, but stared determinedly back at him. Draco knew exactly what was making his father's lip curl like that. The Malfoy's prided themselves on being purebloods; in other words, they considered anyone of Muggle descent, like Hermione, second-class. However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy didn't dare say anything. He nodded sneeringly to Mr. Weasley and continued down the line to his seats.

Draco shot Harry, Ron, and Hermione one dark look, then settled himself beside his father. Avery looked severely shaken, her face red. She'd seen Draco and me holding hands; glancing at Carter she glowered, suddenly looking a little sad as she sank down in her seat a little. Carter didn't look back over at her just stared at the enjoined hands. Before he lowered himself down to his seat glaring off into the distance once turned complete back around.

I sat down with Draco our hands never leaving each other; he was gripping my hand overly hard. I watched as everyone got to their seats I figured it would be a while before the match actually begun. I tried very hard to ignore my pain that was coming from my hand before, I leaned over to him, "My hand has to have circulation to Draggie," I said and practically murmured his nickname; I didn't like using it in public to worried that he would get mad at me over it. But I felt it was necessary to use it at that moment.

Draco looked repulsed, running his thumb over my hand as an apology for crushing it. "I can't believe we have to sit behind those disgusting blood traitors...and two mudbloods to boot." He hissed lowly, but tried to calm himself.

A man with wispy blond hair and a Quidditch uniform that was a bit too snug for his large belly charged into the box had called out happily, "Minister - ready to

go?"

"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge, waiting patiently with the rest of them. Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, and said "Sonorus!" He spoke easily over the roar of the crowd that was now filling the packed stadium. His voice echoed over them, booming loudly and strongly.

"Ladies and gentlemen...welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

The big chalk-board was now wiped clear of its last message and showed BULGARIA: 0, IRELAND: 0."And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce.." He hesitated for the effect, finally adding, "the Bulgarian National Team Mascots!" The right-hand side of the stands, which was a solid block of scarlet, roared its approval.

Down below Ludo, Avery nearly jumped from her seat at the loud noise, but held herself still, sighing and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Obviously it was upsetting to see me, her best friend, so chummy with such an awful person.

"I can't believe her." I heard her whimpered quietly, hugging herself. It was windy and cold up in the higher part of the stadium. I heard the vague low growl of "Slimy gits," from Ron as he and the others turned to face the field again.

Since I was still leaned over toward him, "Be nice Draco," and I swallowed and add for I didn't want him to get too suspicious as to why I was saying it without a mean comment. I said it rather low so the people in front of us didn't here, "They don't deserve to be recognized," Down below the most gorgeous women I had ever seen graced the field and drove the men of the crowd mad with their wonderful singing, it didn't last very long, though. I sideways glanced at Draco he didn't seem too entranced by them but that small sliver of want got me mad and I glared at them.

I vaguely heard Mr. Weasley call them "Veela." Obviously they weren't human. They were followed by an onslaught of leprechauns, and then the match was on. Draco was occasionally watching, but for the most part, he was turned to face me so he could ignore the group in front of him.

Draco scowled, but spoke loud enough for them to hear, "Right, they aren't good enough to be recognized," And the black and blond haired girl in front of them tensed, before sliding even lower. It was obvious from where we sat that she was hugging herself tightly, one of the twins glanced back at them. Specifically me. And his eyes were full of disgust and hate before turning back to the girl next to him; he wrapped an arm around Avery's shoulders and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Her hand moved up to her face, and Draco chuckled. "Aw. The little mudblood is crying." He chuckled, glancing back to me. "I apologize that our match has to be ruined like this."

I wanted so bad to punch him in the face, and just go down there and hug her she needed me and all I could do at the moment was sit here with her tormentor with fingers intertwined as I watched her cry. I bit my lip from crying as she did below me; though I knew if I did act on that impulse it would be worse for her I would get punished doubt put then I would be okay, her on the other hand would get so much worse. She would punished severely, tormented worse and lose all contact with me and her family oh Salazar would get such bad claims about them in the muggle world, her mother would be able work nowhere and eventually she would be separated from her family.

I blinked and looked at him and said in a tone I hope Avery would notice and understand, "Yes me too. But let's ignore them… okay?" I asked Draco after seeing his father glance at us sideways I had to remember to be respectful.

Draco looked suspicious, but nodded, glowering at them. He seemed confused, and obviously didn't like this nice side of her, below the small frame of the girl was shaking slightly and resting against the twin. He ran his hand through her hair and kept saying nice things. A look of pure disgust crossed over his face and he glanced at his father, who seemed just as revolted as he was. Chuckling, Draco nodded towards her and then spoke quietly to his father so as not to alarm the Minister of his cruelty. "I'd cry if I had her blood too, I suppose a filthy blooded git like that can do no better than the Weasley's." Obviously this impressed Lucius, he showed what could almost be passed as a true smile, cruel, but true, and then chuckled. "Very true, Draco." The man looked at the match with narrowed eyes. Bulgaria was not doing well.

I heard what he said and gritted my teeth, from not yelling, I must of consciously started squeezing his hand tight like he had done to me before cause he turned toward me with an eyebrow raised. "Huh? Oh sorry the tension of the game is getting to me,"

I lied with a small smile. I leaned in front of him toward Lucius and said quietly to him though I knew he could hear, "Mr. Malfoy, since my parents said they may still be out when I came back and my…sibling.." I tried to say with disgust, "is staying with Weasley's is it alright if I stay at your estate tonight," I asked after a few second pause I added, "Besides you wife said she had something to discuss with me."

Lucius looked surprised, brows raised and face cold in contemplation, but he leaned back in his seat and folded his hands elegantly in his lap, "I suppose there wouldn't be any harm in allowing you to stay with us, will your things be brought to the Hogwarts Express tomorrow so you're prepared to take the train?" It was more of a this-best-be-true-or-I'll-say-no kind of thing, but he kept a half smile that didn't touch his eyes. Draco just watched the match, trying to hide our hands from Lucius.

"I'll contact a house-elf as soon as possible, when we arrive they can handle that much at least," I said with an cold smile back at him though mine didn't look half as mean. Lucius nodded and went back to watching the match I leaned back slowly and pulled our hands into my lap and out of Lucius's possible gazing eyes. And turned toward Draco and gave him an am-I-good-or-what look.

Draco just smiled, relaxing in his seat and watching the game. Occasionally he'd release my hand to rise up like the other fans from the anticipation, clutching his hands so tight that his knuckles were bone-white, and every now and then he lost himself and shouted something before settling back down and rein twining our hands, but for the most part he just watched it or made small talk with me about school and Quidditch and many other things.

He sat back down again, slipping his hand inauspiciously back into mine. I was tired a many times I had raised up with him and few times I didn't and couldn't resist standing up by myself to see how Avery was doing she looked up once and I smiled down at her.

I leaned against him the match was coming to an end and I was extremely tired. I yawned and situated myself better against his shoulder to lay better while still watching the match. I was really too tired to care if Lucius or anyone else saw us like this I was cold and tired and Draco was warm and comfortable.

Finally the game ended. Draco looked pretty peeved. It seemed that the wonderful Bulgarians couldn't beat the Irish. There had been a little fight amongst the mascots at half-time, but other than that it'd gone smoothly. "Are you coming back to the tent with me, then?" Draco asked me quietly as he led me down and out of the stadium. It was packed and Avery had bumped into me in her rush to get away from them. His brows rose as he looked at me. He looked a little tired and was trying not to show that he was quite bummed out about the outturn of the match.

I nodded and leaned against Draco I was too tired to care. I looked up to him the place was twice as loud from the screaming of the Irish lovers victory and fighting's with people who didn't much care for the Irish. I had an arm wrapped around him and he had on wrapped around my shoulders. I squeezed him and he looked down at me, "Can we take a shortcut? I'm tired and starting to get a headache," I asked looking up to him with the same puppy dog eyes I used on Avery.

He looked a little surprised; his face even had a slight tint of red on them. But he nodded, easing me off of him so that we could walk easier, but he held me close enough to keep me steady. "Shortcut is fine by me," He mumbled, though his voice seemed a little tight, like he was trying to force back a lot of things all at once. His hands were fidgeting slightly against me, but he tried to keep them still.

Once he veered off the path the rest of the crowd was taking to go through the woods, "Are you okay, Draggie? You look a little bit shaken up?" I asked looking up at him with concern. Was he sick? Or Cold?

He glanced down at me and smiled weakly, "Hah...yeah I'm alright." He mumbled lowly, not sounding like himself. He brushed some bangs back from his face and veered off of the normal path; he'd been wandering here earlier when he'd been waiting on everyone to arrive, so he learned a short-cut. It only took a good ten minutes rather than the usual twenty or so. "Why?" He added curiously.

"You look a bit shaken is all. Maybe you're just cold," contemplating out loud while still answering his question.

He shrugged, "I'm not cold," He laughed, like he just told a joke, but didn't really fill her in on it, only tugged her a little closer and kept moving towards the tents. He could already hear the noises from the Slytherin tents. "I'm sure none of them are particularly pleased," He mumbled under his breath.

Then even though there was a muffled back ground from the Slytherin's area ahead you could still hear the buzzing of a cell phone on vibrate. "I thought I turned this thing off," I mumbled, grabbing my cell phone, the screen lit up and we read on what was on top. It said 'brother', I sighed not wanting to answer. But before I could put it away it vibrated again I expected it to be Carter again but was surprised and frozen when it said Avery…I knew he saw it and was scared to know what'd he say. I just stared down at it in fear, this was it what I was scared was going to happen and it was.

Draco stopped moving, grabbing the phone from my hands with narrowed eyes and read the name. Slowly he looked at me, his face hard. "I see." He smirked, but it wasn't his usual cute and sly smirk. This look could've rivaled the terrifying coldness of Lucius Malfoy. "I thought you were better than that, Eudora." He hissed lowly, tempted to read the text. His brows were pinched tightly together.

Slowly he looked back up at me, his hand clutching the phone so tightly it made a little creaking noise as the material protested. "I never want to hear, see, or read of you and this filthy little mudblood speaking again. Ever. Or I will..." He leaned close to me, backing me to a tree with that dangerous look in his eyes. One of his hands was resting on my neck, like he'd wanted to hurt me, but he just let it lay there loosely. "I will personally make sure that you wish you'd never been born, Ivi, I'll have such disgrace brought down on your family name that you'll have no idea what it means to be important anymore. And you can go live in a filthy disgusting hovel with the other blood-traitors." He never spoke above a whisper, but his voice was terrifyingly loud in the clearing.

I was so scared; I had to stay strong, I just had too. I also need to be strong for Avery, I had to get her out of this no matter what, I swore to it. I could barely respond and when I did it was weak and defenseless, "If I do wil-will you not harm or desecrate Avery in anyway?" I asked, pleading after a while of him saying nothing I came out begging, "Pleas..I'll-I'll do anything!" I yelled I couldn't think of anything logical. But I guessed it was sort of fitting I would literally do anything for her, to protect her even before I swore my promise, I would have.

He glared for a moment, leaning in closer. "Treat her like you should and break her down. I'll let her be, so long as you do that." He hissed lowly, lifting my chin so i could stare into his narrowed eyes. He was so like Lucius it was sickening. "I'd hate to have to have you both treated that way." He growled, running his fingers along my collar bone gingerly. He was trying to be nice. Their faces were dangerously close. "But you belong to me from now on, if you want to stay in the good sights of the Malfoy's and Slytherins, you'll never even so much as smile in her direction."

It was hard deal to make, and considering he was so close I could barely think straight let alone think long enough to fight back. My breathing was getting slightly harsher…did he say I belong to him..From now on? What could he mean? My mouth reacted faster than my brain did, "If I have too, to keep her safe I will set her, in her place," I licked my lips, "Did you say that I was yours now?" I said my eyes were half lidded as I watched his every move.

He chuckled darkly, pushing her against the tree with the hand that was on her collarbone. "Good. Don't go getting soft on me," He whispered, inching closer, he seemed to be calming down but, the damage had already been done. A hand slid down my side, his breath warm on my lips, "And yes. You belong to me, Eudora. I have every right to say that, since you betrayed me with this muggle-born cockroach of yours." He hissed lowly.

My breath hitched even more and I knew for sure that he could feel my pulse going out of control, "Betrayed such a harsh word I like to think I was interested in muggles when I first saw her and things happened," I whispered back, against his lips, "How do you think your father's going to react when you tell him I'm yours I'm pretty sure he's already got you a wife waiting for you when you're old enough." I said off handedly not really focusing on that as much as his lips that would get so close before moving away.

He laughed quietly, "My father has no such business with me, things like that are up to my mother. He doesn't want his hands in that, too much work." He mumbled, his lips brushing hers as he talked, hovering between the tiny spaces that decided whether he would kiss her or laugh in her face. "And as far as you're concerned. I said I own you, I didn't say I'm going with you, there's a difference between possessive ownership and a relationship, Ivi. You'll have to earn my trust back before you get anything more than that."

"I don't know which irritates me more, the fact you can't decide if you want to kiss me or that damn attitude of yours," I gave harsh small laugh, "I guess I'm lower than Pansy now huh? Worst dream ever. Guess you got that wish, you wished for when we were little huh Draggie?" I was starting to get a small grip on my old none seduced self.

"You belong to me, start acting like it." He mumbled lowly and pressed his lips to hers to keep her from responding, being gentle but forceful at the same time. He placed both hands on her hips. They would've stayed there all night if I didn't start to smell smoke. At first we ignored it, his eyes were half-lidded and I was trying not to close mine.

I was definitely brain dead as soon as his lips touched mine; I felt my body get tingly the longer he kissed me. His lips were firm, warm, and amazingly good; I didn't want to move. My body was probably the only thing functioning right, and I was automatically responding, kissing him back and clutching his shirt. The world seemed so far away, I forgot all my troubles and worries with the touch of his lips. I found that this was what I was craving earlier; it had to be, this was amazing.

He put his hands on either side of my face, kissing me deeper, and held me there, neither of us bothering with the outside world, until he had to pull away to breathe. Licking his lips he opened his mouth to speak, a smirk found its way there, and it this one was more like the old Draco than the Lucius-esque one he'd portrayed before the kiss. But he stopped, his face growing serious. "..Do you smell smoke?" He asked breathlessly, moving his hands back from me and looking around. In the distance he could hear muffled footsteps, running, and laughter. At first I figured that it was just his imagination. Then people began to scream.

Suddenly there was a loud call of, "Master Malfoy, we must leave!" and Draco sat up quickly, looking confused. The little house elf from earlier was bounding into the woods, looking terrified.

"What..?" he said.

I could tell that something was wrong; the happy noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped and I could hear vague screaming now, followed by people running. I touched my lips, they were still tingling, and looked at Draco. He grabbed my hand, looking slightly annoyed, "We need to go. Now." I did as I was told and hurried out of the woods, the house-elf at my heels. Thanks to the fires that were still burning throughout the area, I could see people running away from the tents and into the safety of the forest from something that was moving across the field toward us, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises. And boy was it moving fast. Loud laughter and a burst of strong green light filled my senses, which shone more light on the area, I could see better now.

There were a crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with their wands in the air. They were marching slowly across the field and I tried to see who they were, what they were doing, and realized that their heads were hooded and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling silhouettes were being twisted and moved into grotesque shapes, like ragdolls on strings. They looked like puppets. Two of the figures were very small, I felt sick. Children, for Merlin's sake! More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd moved closer and grew larger. Several tents had caught fire throughout this. I cringed as the screaming grew louder.

The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and I realized with disgust that these were muggles, a man, a woman, and two children. One of the marchers below flipped the woman upside down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal her drawers and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee.

I tore my eyes away from the horrible scene and that's what I caught sight of her, not too far away from where I was standing, frozen in place despite one of the twins pulling on her hand and trying to keep her moving. Avery was staring up at the family, tears pouring down her face. But she managed to look away; unfortunately her first glimpse outside of the horrific display just had to be me.

Fear turned to disgust, which melted into hurt. I don't think I've ever seen Avery look at me like that before. But she scrubbed her face free of tears and marched determinedly towards me. I felt a knot in my stomach, but Draco was still staring at the cloaked figures, he looked paler than normal, although he didn't seem to see Avery. Thank Merlin.

For a long moment she just stood there, her eyes red and puffy, shaking slightly, and in that time Fred managed to get over to her, standing a few steps behind as he evaluated what was going on. In that time she gulped in a few breaths of air and straightened.

"I trusted you.." Her voice shook and was raspy, I didn't like see her like this, it tore me up inside. But she was fighting on and Draco was suddenly aware of her presence. And Fred's.

His hand gripped mine tightly. Avery didn't like that. She clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes at him, it was the first time since...ever that I'd seen her look like that. It was actually kind of scary. No one spoke; I think we were all holding our breath, waiting to see what she had to say.

"I fucking trusted you! Have a good laugh about me and my filthy blood, did you?" She screeched, now in hysterics. "Well at least I know better now! I can't trust anyone like you, I can't believe you're even related to Carter, at least he cares about people! She managed to force out behind her choked sobs. Covering her mouth and taking in sharp breaths. Finally she seemed to be steady again and fixed her eyes on me. "Enjoy yourself. I hope you're fucking happy, are you?" She flung her arm in the direction of those poor people, looking terrified again.

"Or would you rather I was up there, huh? Then you and your filthy disgusting snake could just laugh your heads off! Where's your dear daddy Draco?" She was looking at him now, driven on a mad whim to threaten him of all people. It seemed that she got violent when afraid. Her lips were tugged into a tight, manic smile. "I bet he's under one of those robes, is he looking for filthy little mudbloods and blood traitors? Is he going to torture us all one by one so you can feel better about yourself?"

The crowd was getting closer and closer to us. I suddenly felt like we needed to get out of here. I felt Draco's gaze on me and knew I had to say something or else.

I put on my best glare and thought of her as Pansy and Lucius mixed together that way I didn't screw this up. "You should get of here or else your mudblood of a body will be up there. Yes, I'm very ashamed to have the same blood as that disgusting Gryffindor; generations of Slytherins and he had to be the weird one and in mine time along with my brother that. Though you'll see his real side soon underneath all that laughing and jokes is a true Slytherin side that he has barely ever let out. Since you were a just a toy something of interest for a flitting moment for me. It seems my pathetic brother has taken interest in you afterwards… well he can have the scraps I left behind I have better things to do then be around your filthy blood!" I screamed…my heart broke and I felt like puking at my own disgust. I kept back my tears; though I knew very well that they were visibly and some of my dignity went away I couldn't cry in front of these many people it was hard enough in front of Draco.

Avery froze. Looking sick and terrified at the same time. "..Y-you.." The tears were back and she was angrily rubbing at her face again, making low sobs and choked noises as she tried to find her voice.

Draco was laughing, hard; He was enjoying this. He straightened and walked a little closer to her, smiling from ear to ear, "You heard her, cockroach. Get lost. Nobody wants you." He pinched his nose as she stared up at him with horror and hate in her eyes, "I don't want you stinking us up with your filthy blood."

Fred started forward, his hands balled into fists, but Avery straightened, taking a shaky gulp of air and speaking as strongly as she could muster. Her voice quivered slightly, but she was trying her hardest to keep herself from breaking down. "You're despicable. You and your fucking psycho fucked up daddy." He tensed, eyes narrowing into slits, he opened his mouth but she was talking faster now, her words nearly running together. "Don't think I don't notice, you're a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin. Cowering behind your daddy? Does he still hurt you? Huh?"

She wasn't prepared for the strike. And it seemed like it moved in slow motion as he drew back his fist. If it hadn't been for Fred she'd have fallen straight to the ground. She clutched her jaw, staring up at him with a bit of blood forming in the corner of her mouth. "..I'll take that as a yes," She giggled maniacally, but Fred drew her to her feet. He looked, for a moment, like he was going to attack Draco. But seemed to think better of it. "You'll get what you deserve, Malfoy. Just wait." He snapped darkly, his eyes flicking over to Faye, "And you ought to be ashamed of yourself." But he didn't say much else. He just started dragging her away, towards the woods.

Because the cloaked figures were gaining, and fast, and Draco smiled. "Run away, little mudblood. Don't let the big bad death eaters get you or we might get to see your knickers too."

"MALFOY I SAID NOT TO HARM HER!" I screamed when they were a distance away, it was good thing everyone was to busy to notice us or even give it a second thought. "You lied Malfoy, you're the despicable cockroach here," I said throwing his hand away from me and backing away from him, a look of absolute horror and hate on my face. Tears lined my face now as I remembered her face.

He looked at her, frowning, "Ivi.." He was still pissed, but obviously felt bad for breaking his promise, walking closer to her and trying to grab her hand, "She antagonized it, Vi…she...no one understands! I refuse to let her talk to me like she's better than I am!" He shouted, there were hints of tears in his eyes and he looked somewhat afraid. "Please...I won't...I mean…Vi you know I didn't mean to. I won't let it happen again.."

"Yeah, well how about the next time she says something like that and you harm her again…what are you going to say it again?" I yelled at him moving hands away from him, we had never fought this badly that he would actually cry almost. I didn't know what was which worse with seeing my two best friends crying or one almost that I had known for longer and that never had. "You yell at me for trust and stuff but here you are breaking down mine for you…Do you enjoy seeing me like this?"

He frowned, sighing and running a hand over his face, "..I lost control. Okay?" He mumbled something under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Vi...I don't want you hurting, okay? She's bad for you...you heard the way she talked to you. She's the one who jumped to insult and distrusting you. I'm sorry, just...we need to get out of here...please come with me." His eyes showed he was truly upset, and disgusted with himself, and he held out a pale hand.

"You lost control, huh? What gave you that clue, the minute you yelled back or how about the punch? The only person that's making me hurt is you… she's not bad for me I could open to her…tell her the secret that's been riding on chest for so long…Draco I know what you go thru for the most part…My parents aren't letting Carter have the estate I'm the heir to it all; I have all the pressure of making sure I beat him at every little thing. And plus she has every reason to hate cause right now I hate myself too!" I screamed and complained at him. Letting it all out and falling to me knees my body was too weak; I sobbed again for the second time that day.

He knelt in front of her and held her face in his hands, "Vi...don't you tell a soul.." He whispered, leaning forward and spoke right next to her ear in a shaky voice, "She wasn't lying...about Father." He sounded more terrified than he'd ever been in his entire life, at least as much as Faye had ever heard him. It was enough to worry anyone; But he glanced over his shoulder, looking nervous and hesitantly sliding his hand into hers, "Faye...these guys are seriously dangerous...even to us…we need to leave.."

My body felt frozen…his father was a… I paled considerably that was why Draco…I nodded, "How?" said standing on shaky feet with him helping.

He took my hand and shook his head, frowning, "Not here." Again, he looked over his shoulder with that same fear and managed to get me away from the open area, "..I think we can use the Floo network," He mumbled quietly, lacing his fingers with mine. "I'm sure the Slytherin tents haven't been touched…most of those people out there are.." He shuddered and shook his head, "..anyway. We should be able to do it from our tent.."

I nodded and we ran back to the tent I fumbled in cloak and finally got some of my remaining Floo powder out. We dodged people running right for the tent, my hand almost slipped out of his multiple times but he wouldn't allow it and held mine tighter to the point I felt like I couldn't feel it but that wasn't the problem. We got to the tent, I pushed him toward the fireplace, "You first, I'll stand watch till your gone."

He shook his head, "No. They won't hurt me.." He mumbled, but looked pale, he spoke like he knew them personally…"Just go, Vi, I'll be right behind you," He mumbled lowly, his voice holding no room for argument. His eyes pleaded with me, begging to obey him for a change.

I looked at him and saw the urgency and heard a loud bang and hesitated before grabbing it and pulling him down for a quick kiss…just because I was afraid I would lose him…"You had better be right behind be," I demanded quickly and went to the fireplace and looked up at him; I needed reassurance from him immediately or else I wasn't going.

He nodded "I will, just go" He murmured, waiting patiently, when he heard her shakily cry out, "Malfoy Manor!" he smiled weakly. For a moment he was tempted to stay put for fear of his father, but let it go. A promise was a promise. So he took his own handful of the powder and stepped into the fireplace as soon as the green flames were gone. He repeated what she'd spoken, closing his eyes.

I stepped out of the fireplace quickly and saw that we were in the main den there was only a few candles lit. I heard some elves saying that the 'Mistress of Young Master' was there and to alert the head lady herself. I turned around and waited for Draco; he had better of not lied again…I was shaky at the thought and tried to throw it out of my head he trusted me enough to tell me of …his father; I could at least trust him enough to come back to me.

A few moments later Draco stepped out of the fireplace, dusting himself off and sighing, running his fingers through his slightly grimy hair. "I hate the Floo network...so filthy." He grumbled, he would've said more but a frantic Narcissa wrapped him in a tight embrace, burying her face in his shoulder, "Oh Draco!" She nearly sobbed, "I was so worried.." She breathed out weakly.

He looked a little uncomfortable, but his eyes softened and he returned the embrace with closed eyes. "I'm fine, mother, honestly.." He sounded a little annoyed, but Narcissa looked up at him and they shared a knowing look. She looked rather cross herself, but the both of them shared a deep look of fear behind it.

Narcissa slowly pulled back, dabbing at her cheeks with an elegant green satin cloth before smiling a little at Faye. "Ah," She sniffed, "Eudora, it's nice to see you again…I'm glad you're alright."

"Same to you, Mrs. Malfoy," I usually called her Narcissa but only when it was me and her it was our little secret. "I believe I'm going to go rest, is that all right?" I asked after all the fatigue caught up to me I felt wobbly and was dying of exhaustion.

She smiled warmly and nodded, holding a hand out to her, "Of course, dear, I'll take you to the guest room. Draco it would be best if you did the same."

There was a low tone in her voice that he seemed to understand, leaving me out of the loop with their looks and voices, they seemed to have this bond, and they understood each other so well. He nodded and sighed, "Yes, mother. Sleep well, Ivi." He looked straight toward me and gave me a look that I wasn't sure what was saying to me.

"You too," I murmured to him. I grabbed Narcissa's hand, as she led me through the very many elaborate halls. My room was around the corner and two doors down from Draco's, as usual this place couldn't be considered and guest room. It was more like my room just at Draco's place it had all my other stuff here. I even had a wardrobe here.

"Your things were delivered earlier," Narcissa said and glanced sideways, I nodded. I had before, when Draco wasn't looking, already had my stuff delivered here by their house elf in the tent, Bitsy. We went into my room and straight to my closet, she just knew, like her maternal instincts or something that, I was going to need help. She picked out some clothes for me as I went all the way through to the bathroom that was installed inside it. I stripped and sat down inside the water-that had been made before hand; Narcissa came in after me and laid the clothes next to the sink. She came closer before gasping, I looked at her confused, "Your shoulders…what in the name of Merlin happened?" she said coming forward and tracing her fingers along them lightly.

"I…ugh…" I cleared my throat and blocked some tears from the pain of such a simple touch, "I'm not sure. I think I bumped into to people too hard and that's what caused them," I said not looking up at her instead focusing intently on the bruises that were shaped as fingers along my shoulders. Narcissa must have known what they were and why they were there… but I'm not sure if she suspected her own son. She helped me clean and get dressed; before she left she said softly, "You know he's just confused and unsure of what to make of the feelings you're causing inside of him," but before I could ask her what she was talking about she said her biddings and left.

I stayed awake for another hour I was sure everyone was asleep; the blankets were down at my waist because it hurt to have them any further up, I also had to have my head my head tilted up because if I tried to lean my head down too low it caused my throat to throb and ache where it was so raw. And even if all that didn't matter, the fact that if I added any pressure to my hands it hurt, but I was pretty sure that, that pain would be gone tomorrow because it was minor compared to the others. Plus, my eyes hurt from glaring and crying, and embarrassingly my lips were still slightly swollen from the kiss.

I heard Draco's voice as he said 'good night' to his mother and walked by my room, I held my breath to hear better, I didn't hear any footsteps and I knew he couldn't have left with that few. I shut my sore eyes rather quick when he peeped into my room, before going in all the way and shutting the door behind him. I feigned sleep…hoping he wouldn't catch me awake still. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn't find the will to sleep, I just stared at the many decorated walls that I had come accustomed to seeing. It was rather odd considering I was usually the one sneaking into his bedroom because I always heard stuff in his house and I knew it wasn't haunted (now that I know of Lucius, it may have been him) I would run to his room and sleep with him. He had gotten used to it after awhile; and would always stay up late enough so that when I ran in, we could get comfortable and sleep. Oddly enough, we never got caught except by one or two elves and we bribed them to be quiet…though I suspect Narcissa knows and keeps quiet about it, but that's just a hunch.

"Don't fake with me, Ivi." He mumbled lowly, his voice sounded tired and old beyond his years, there was a small hint of regret in his voice, but he kept on, "We both know you've never slept well here, Vi," There was a weight on the bed next to her, showing that he sat next to her and placed a hand on her forearm. "Are you still mad at me?" This time his voice was far quieter and held a bit of hesitation in it.

"Like you care…" I pouted half heartedly, pouting out to the wall, my cover was blown. "I guess I'll hafta get use to it huh?" I said my voice trimmed with fear at that thought of staying alone in this scary place. He sighed, moving his hand away.

"Don't be like that, Vi." He grumbled lowly, "I apologized didn't I? You should understand why I acted that way by now," There was a hint of anger bubbling up in his voice.

I reached out and put my hand on top of his, "Are you sleeping here or are we going to your room?" I asked him not wanting to fight at the moment. His arm jerked, like he was about to pull it away but decided against it. His skin was cold compared to hers and he slowly took her hand into his, rising to his feet.

"Vi...I wouldn't suggest either of us..." He cleared his throat, sounding scared again, "Father will want to speak to me when he gets in." There was that cold emotionless mask again, he wore it too well.

"Will you stay in here till I fall asleep then?" I asked, I felt scared for Draco; but I knew I couldn't help in anyway. I sighed at my uselessness, "I'm sorry, you're not a despicable cockroach either," I said, looking up at him for the first time since he came in.

He looked pale and exhausted, there was a faint smudge of blood on his cheek like he'd rubbed something against it, "Sure, why not?" He mumbled lowly, folding one leg under the other and sighing. "Just try and sleep, we'll be back at school tomorrow, away from all this."

I reached up and used my sleeve to wipe away some blood and mumbled my 'night' and closed my eyes and went to sleep fast knowing he was near me.