OMG, so, i totally just tossed this of in math class today, but anyway, I hope you like it! LOL no i hope you LUUUUVVVVV it!

Trystane Kierra Darcy Emilie Coldheart crouched in the bushes by Malfoy Manner, her pale hand clutching a silver pendent being illuminated by the pale, silver, moonlight. The pendant was maid of sliver, in the shape of a twisting dragon twisting around a pale blue sapphire, it was really enchanted to let her speak to who ever had the silver dragons' mate, a gold dragon.

In this case, the won with the other pendnt was Pierce Longbottom, her one true love. But Pierce was married with children, to a suspicious, jealous and ugly wife, and so he and Darcy could never be together, and so they had never admitted they're love. They were both in the Order of teh Phoenix, both spys. Darcy was on a secret mision to infltraite the Death Eaters.

Darcy was only eight teen, the ilegamate daughter of Lord Duncan's mistress, a chambermade at a hotel he staid at once. When his wife and son died when Darcy was eight, he brought Darcy and her mother to the Coldheart estate, Darcy to be his heir, the mother to share his bead. She was raised as a Pure Blood, even though her mother was a common Muggle, and was sorted into Slytherin when she went to Hogwarts. Then she met Pierce and joined the Order of the phonix, even though Neville Longbottom was in it. Pierce had run away from his cousins restrictive control on teh family.

"Longbottom," she said softly and clearly into the pendent. "Longbottom are you their? Can you here me?"

"Loud and clear, Darcy," came her lovers voice. "Everything clear at the Mannor?"

"Crystal," she said, and shuddered involuntarily. Crystal was her mother's name, Crystal Darcy, who had neglected her and run away when she was ten. "Absolutely clear."

"good," he says. Pause. "Good luck, Darcy."

"You to, Pierce," she said. It was the first time she's ever said his name to him.

The tiny light inside the sapphyre died, and Darcy stands up. She was wearing knee-high black leather stiletto boots, fishnets, a black miniskirt, and a torn dark red halter top. Her dragon pendent was hanging around her neck on a silver chain. Her lips were dark red, she was wearing heavy black eye shadow and mascara, and her nails were painted black. Her black curly hair, flowing almost to her waste, was loose and shining in the midnight moonlight. She had blew eyes, so dark they looked blak exept in bright sun lite, but she could never go into the son because it shoed too brightly the shaim she all ways feels. She was beatiful.

Almost imediately she herd the sounds of footsteps along the path. Luscious Malfoy walked quickl down the path, his dark robes were swishing and his pail hair was shining in the bright moonlite. He gazed at her impasively. You would never no by looking that he had been sleeping with the beautful spie for almost a month. Dumbledoor had ordered Darcy to do it, saying 'there's no other way to get inside Malfoy Manner'. But the malfoy patriark was super good in bed, so Darcy didn't really mind.

"Darcy' malfoy says quitely. 'Your early."

You no me,' she sayed with a flirtacious giggle. "I always come early." Malfoy blushed a little. He was ashamed to be sleeping with some one only a year older than his owne sun, but she was sooper-sexy and his wife was relly cold.

"Careful don't talk like that to the Dark Lord,' he cautioned. "hes killed witches and wizards for less."

Darcy sneers a little at her pathetic lover. 'He wont dare kill me,' she sed. "oncehe's met me and knos what I have to offer, he'l want me too be a Death eater too much.'

Malfoy bowed a little knowin she was right. "come than. He will be wating."

Well, whaddya think? i know i'm not that good at spelling or grammar, but hey, it's just fanfic rite? plz r and r!