A/N: Here my newest story. I know I said that I was going to work on my other fanfics before starting a new one, but the fanfic faerie would not leave me alone until I wrote this. I am currently in the middle of writing 3 stories now, so updates on each story might take awhile, but I do plan on finishing them all, eventually.

This story is told from the POV of Pansy Parkinson. I know that in the books she is supposed to be really annoying and ugly, but this is my fanfic and in my little fantasy HP world she isn't. Or at least shes not annoying to me, she might or might not be to you. The story is going to be set in their 5th year, but since this is an AU story Sirius doesn't die and the whole scene in the ministry will not happen because in this the Ministry isn't as stupid and believes that Voldemort is back. Voldemort still isn't as strong as he needs to be before he is ready to make a public appearance and he is not able to break any of his followers out of Azkaban, at least not yet. I think that is all you need to know for now, so on with the story. Enjoy!

Deatheater's Child

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 1: The Dinner Party

"Girl, get down here now!" Father yells for me to come back down to the dinner party. The party tonight is at the Malfoy Manor and the only reason I came without complaining was because I knew my boyfriend, Draco, would be here. Only a few minutes ago, we had snuck up to his bedroom to get away from all the people. Everyone is talking about us because we are pledged to get married next year, after Draco turns 17. Draco and I are fine with the arranged marriage. We were already dating when our parents told us we were pledged to each other the summer before 4th year. Just everyone is making it such a big deal over us. Saying that we are the next generation of the Malfoys, it is really getting annoying. Neither one of us wanted to go back down there, but we do anyway so our fathers don't get mad.

"We are coming, Father," I said as Draco and I walked back done the grand stair case leading to the ball room.

"Look everybody, it's the lovely new couple!" Lucius Malfoy shouted for all the people, just other Deatheaters and their children, to hear. He was clearly drunk.

When we got down the stairs, we made a beeline to where we spotted our friends Blaise Zambini and Millicent Bulstrode. "Hello lovebirds," Blaise greeted us. "Were you having fun up there?" he asked wagging his eyebrows.

"Get your mind out the gutter, Blaise, we weren't doing anything," Draco informed his best friend truthfully. We hadn't been doing anything in his room, well nothing that Blaise was insinuating that is. Blaise thought that just because the only thing he wanted to do when he got a girl alone with him was sex – everyone else did too. Maybe Draco did too, but he never said anything about it. But I doubt it because we have slept in the same room plenty of times, even the same bed a few times, over the past few summers and he has never tried to get me to have sex with him. Blaise, however, didn't believe this.

"Yeah, sure you weren't," He teased. He turned to me and asked, "So, Pansy, what were you two really doing up there, in Draco's bedroom? Together. Alone."

"We weren't doing anything you are suggesting we were. Unlike you, Draco thinks about other things besides sex," I informed him. "And even if we were, I wouldn't tell you. We were just talking."

"Right, just talking," Millie jumped in following Blaise's example.

"Yes, you guys can believe what you what to, but that's the truth," Draco tried to shut them up, he was starting to get annoyed. Draco hated when they teased us like this, he didn't see what the big hurry was about having sex. He wanted to wait until our wedding night, so it would be special. He really wasn't as bad as most people make him out to be.

"Whatever. Anyway, after the party is over some of the other Deatheaters are going to go Muggle Hunting. They asked me if I wanted to go, but I decided that I was going to go home with Mother. She isn't going with them tonight, neither is your mother," Blaise said, giving up on trying to get us to admit to nothing. "Draco, you father wanted me to tell you that you could come tonight if you wanted to get a taste for what it will be like once you are old enough to join."

"Why would I want to do that? I told you how I feel about what they do. I don't like it. It's sick. I'm all for not liking muggles but torturing and killing them is going too far. It's one thing to tease mudbloods and bloodtraiters at school, it's an entirely different thing to do what they do," Draco reminded them. He dreaded the fact that he would have to join them once he turned 17. I will to when I turn 17, all Deatheater's children are expected to. We don't really have a choice. If our fathers didn't kill us when we told them we didn't want to do it, the Dark Lord would. And we didn't want to die yet. I don't know if I want to try to join the other side of the war though either, I just don't want to have any part in the whole thing all together.

"Yeah I figured you'd say that, have fun telling your father that though," Blaise said reminding him that Lucius wanted him to follow in his footsteps. All four of us have talked about this before, but even though Millie and Blaise knew how we felt about the situation they didn't know what to believe yet. It's not easy trying to go against everything you've been raised to do.

"What did you guys get on you last Potions exam before break?" I asked changing the subject to something we all liked. We continued talking about school and other things that didn't really matter for the rest of the party. People started leaving around 11:30, eventually mine and Draco's families and a small circle of Deatheaters were the only ones left. At midnight, the group of Deatheaters – excluding Narcissa – left to go to a small muggle village nearby. I really don't want to think about what they are going to do once they get there.

After they left, Draco and I went back up to his room to get away from Narcissa. She was clearly very drunk and she was just annoying in general. We must have fallen asleep, because next thing we know there are people shouting downstairs. I figure our fathers must have just gotten home so I suggested that we go downstairs before they call for us.

Although when we got down there we were greeted by a group of Aurors instead. 'This can't be good,' I thought when one female Auror noticed us and started walking our way.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. If you did, or even if you didn't, review and let me know what you think of it. I will except anything you want to comment on. Thanks,

~Emily Paige