A/N: Hey guys! So, this story is completely different than anything I've ever written before. I usually like the lovey dovey stuff but I decided to feed into my darker side. Muahahahaha :) Buuuuut, anyways, I need some feed back! Tell me what you like, what you don't like, what you want more of and what you're tired of hearing about. I NEEEEEEED you guys to R&R! Help me out (: On another note, the large italicized blocks of text will be flashbacks or memories, these will mostly happen while in Helena's POV.

P.S. Sorry about the wonky formatting on this submission, I fucked it up and couldn't get it back to how it was so that's what you get for this chapter. I promise I'll get my shit together for next time (:

- Love, Kruegs

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but Helena and the plot line and maybe some other minor character along the way. All credit goes to JKR. And let's please thank her for the sexy goodness of Draco Malfoy!

Helena POV

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were a magnificent sight to see. They sat upright and proper, they were polite but aggressive. Perfection. I nervously smoothed my dress, fiddling with the small jewels on the edges of the deep emerald layers.

"You look absolutely stunning, Helena," Mrs. Malfoy commented, noticing my nervous habit. I looked up, meeting her soft green eyes,

"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy, although I hold nothing to you" I replied blushing from the compliment, not lying one bit. She wore a magnificent black dress which would intimidate even the most important of people, her hair was up in a tight knot at the top of her head, and she wore the most stunning jewelry.

"You're very kind, dear" she said, giving me a smile before resuming the conversation my mom and her had been having. "I believe it would be in the best interest of Draco and Helena to have Helena stay here until school starts. That way she can start her duties right away instead of having to wait two weeks, they can figure each other out first and then add their studies into the mix." Mrs. Malfoy said, I looked up to my mother who was smiling, looking very happy to be rid of me.

"If you feel that's appropriate, I'm sure the Dark Lord will compensate you for any money you'll have to spend on her, or I will." My mother said,

"Nonsense, it will be a pleasure to have Helena at the Manor with us!" Mrs. Malfoy said, smiling from my mother to me.

"Then I can't see why it would be a problem. What do you think, Helena?" My mother asked, not even sparing me a glance. I would have been shocked and pleasantly surprised that she had asked my opinion if I hadn't known that she was testing me and my dedication to my duties. I may have been rebellious to her, but I knew my place in a setting like this.

"Of course I would love to stay, serving Mr. Malfoy is my duty and I cannot wait to start," I said, trying to keep the robotic, monotone sound out of my voice. It was such a practiced answer.

"Well, then, it's settled! The house elf will have your things taken to your room and then we will eat once Draco arrives," Mrs. Malfoy said, taking my small hand in her bony one and giving it a squeeze.

"So sorry, but I should be leaving." My mother said, abruptly standing up. She looked relieved and anxious.

"Don't you want to meet Draco, Anna? I thought you might want to, seeing as he and Helena will be spending quite a bit of time together." Mr. Malfoy spoke for the first time this evening, standing up and looking down at my mother.

"I trust she's in good hands, Draco can do whatever he wishes to her. She is his now," my mother said firmly, giving him a tight smile, I was startled that she didn't get after him about using her first name. She didn't like to be called Anna, only my father had called her that. Then again, Mr. Malfoy and my father had been good friends.

"Very well, I will escort you out, then" Mr. Malfoy said, holding out his arm to my mother, she accepted, not even looking back once as she exited the lounge.

I sat in the large armchair as Mrs. Malfoy disappeared from the room, I looked around awkwardly. Butterflies filled my stomach, making me feel like a silly school girl. I was horribly nervous to meet Draco Malfoy, I felt as if I were going to throw up. When the Dark Lord had assigned me to wait on Draco Malfoy's ever desire, I had been confident and thrilled. Now? Not so much. I stood, crossing the room to look into the large mirror by the bay window facing the gardens. My bright green eyes glistened with nervous tears which were welling in my eyes so quickly that I couldn't keep them down. I wiped hastily at the tears that swiftly fell down my rosy cheeks. My heart was beating faster and faster with every passing moment, it was dangerous to be alone, that was when I became emotional.

My mother had made sure I looked perfect today, my dress was made by the best seamstress in the wizarding world and was encrusted with emeralds and diamonds. My shoes were amazing, six inches tall and black with an emerald heel to boost my small stature. She had a necklace and bracelet made from the finest silver and emerald available, my auburn hair was pulled up into a loose braided updo, and she made sure I only wore mascara and a small amount of blush to bring out my innocence. Innocence is sexy to men of power, she would always say to me. I was very innocent though, virgin and all, my mother made sure of that before promising me to Draco. The Dark Lord had made sure I understood that this wasn't a marriage arrangement and I wasn't expected to be in a relationship with him if it never came to that but if Draco wanted that side of me, then he had best get it.

I finished wiping the tears from my eyes and resumed sitting on the chair, waiting for instructions on what was going on. Just then, Mrs. Malfoy reentered the room, accompanied by Mr. Malfoy and a young boy, my age and strikingly handsome. I stood, feeling a little like I was going to pass out. I could feel the blood draining from my face as nerves set it.

"Helena, this is our son, Draco. Draco, this is Helena Rosier" she introduced, I could feel his gaze looking me over, I cast my eyes downward,

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy" I said, trying to project my voice so they would be able to hear me. I tend to be outspoken quite a bit because of my shy nature.

"The pleasure is mine," he said, his voice low and drawling. I swallow thickly and dare myself to look up. I blush immediately, cursing myself.

"Let's all have dinner, shall we?" Mr. Malfoy suggested, breaking the thick tension.

"Father, I've already eaten at Goyle's, I'm going to pass," Draco said,

"I can skip this meal as well, I'm not feeling very hungry either," I said and Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy shared a look before replying.

"Very well, the house elves will prepare something for you to eat if you get hungry later on," Mrs. Malfoy said and she and Mr. Malfoy exited the room once again.

Once they had left, Draco and I stood in the room, looking at anything but each other. After a few moments, he offered his arm,

"I'm tired, let's go to my room, shall we?" he asked, his tone light. I shouldn't have been scared, but I was. This had been the first time any male had invited me into their room! Whether this was going to be a platonic relationship or not, it was the scariest bloody thing I had ever experienced. My hand shook violently as I reached out and took his arm, I couldn't seem to settle down.

"Bloody hell, you're shaking like a leaf" Draco observed,

"I-I'm chilly, that's all" I said, even though I'm sure he could feel the warmth I was giving off from blushing so damn much.

"Right," he said as he escorted me out of the lounge and up a full flight of stairs. From there we took a left and then a right. Hidden at the end of the hallway, tucked out of view from visitors, was a dark mahogany door with a large brass "D" emblazoned in the middle. Twisting the doorknob, Draco led me into the room and shut the door. Locking it. My eyes widened as I heard the lock click into place.

"Does that make you feel uncomfortable?" Draco said, his hand on the deadbolt, smirking and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No!" I said, a bit louder than I had intended, "sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I just haven't been alone in a room with a boy before," I said, trying to be honest with him in hopes that he would understand my awkwardness a little better.

"I could sense that," he said simply, turning away from me and unbuttoning his suit jacket. I walked over to him before he could take the jacket off.

"Allow me, Mr. Malfoy," I said, standing behind him, slipping my hands onto his shoulder underneath his jacket, guiding the jacket off his sculpted arms and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.

I couldn't help but watch as he loosened his tie, squeezing my legs together as butterflies rose in my stomach once again. This time from a different feeling.

"Are you going to change as well? I would imagine you'd want to get out of that dress," he said, motioning to my bags that had been piled in the far corner by his dresser.

"Er, yeah… I'm mean, yes sir. I, um, I need help with the back though…" I said nervously, clenching my hands tightly together.

"Well, turn around then," he ordered softly, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around. He quickly undid the lace back, spending less than a minute untying the silky thread.

"That's not the first time you've done that," I mused quietly, he chuckled and I blushed, momentarily forgetting that he had been standing right behind me while I said this.

I quickly changed into a pair of black cloth shorts and a black tank top, kicking off my heels and stuffing them into my suitcase. I was momentarily alone in the room, Draco had left to get something sweet to eat for the both of us. I sat down on the edge of Draco's bed, sinking into the soft mattress. I looked around, noticing that there was nothing personal up on the walls. No pictures of him with friends, nothing to represent the proud Slytherin that my mother boasted to me about. It was strange, but maybe he was like me, always surrounded by people but never truly connected. Everyone brought up in the lifestyle he and I grew up in was like that, it seemed. There was a Nimbus 2001 sitting in the corner by the green armchair, freshly polished and cured, the tip of the bristles were a dark green color; for Slytherin. I moved across the room towards it, examining the wood closely. I had always wanted one but my mother didn't think it was appropriate for me to join such a 'manly sport' as she put it.

"Have you been through my drawers, too?" Draco teased, entering the room with a house elf following close behind. I blushed once again,

"Not yet, no. You hadn't been gone long enough," I dished back, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, too bad for you," he smiled and offered me a pumpkin pasty, I accepted, sinking my teeth into the treat.

"Mmm, these are good," I nodded, giving him a thumbs up. He shook his head, chuckling at me.

"My girlfriend is going to be coming over later tonight, I plan on breaking up with her. You will be pretending you're my girlfriend for the sake of me not wanting to have the breakup process go on any longer than it has to be." Draco explained, finishing his pumpkin pasty and washing it down with a large glass of mead.

"Why would you break up with her?" I asked curiously, "not that you have to have a reason," I added quickly, reminding myself of my place. It was not to question his motives.

"I don't need her anymore now that I have you. I feel it's much more convenient to have you pose as my girlfriend to avoid any suspicion. Her name is Pansy and do keep in mind that she will be attending Hogwarts with us so don't do anything to intentionally piss her off," he said, sitting at his desk and picking up a quill, "I hope you think my proposal is appropriate, Helena."

The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. I had never felt such an attraction to anyone in my life. I had expected him to be cold and cruel but he was turning out to be a bit better than I had envisioned him. No, a lot better than I had expected. My hands start to shake again as I remember the feeling of his strong arms as I slip his jacket off him. My breath was now coming in short pants,

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking up from the letter he was writing,

"Yes, I have to be honest though...I've never had a boyfriend, pretend or not," I said, trying to stick with my honesty policy I had mentally committed to just a while earlier. Draco looked up at me, his eyebrows raised.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" he asked incredulously, I shook my head, lowering my eyes so he wouldn't see me tearing up for no apparent reason other than embarrassment. I was pretty sure I was going to die within the next few minutes if his questioning continued. He turned back to his letter, writing faster than before. His writing ceased suddenly, he folded up the letter, handing it to a magnificent eagle owl who then flew out the window faster than any other owl I had seen before in my life.

"Pansy is coming over sooner rather than later. Now, I need to excuse myself for a moment. You'll stay in here. I'd prefer you wear something other than that, dress up a little. It want her to feel jealousy when she looks at you," Draco said, getting up stiffly and swiftly walking out of the room, locking the door from the outside.

I dragged my trunk onto the bed, opening it and revealing all of my nice clothes. I pulled out my favorite black wrap dress that hugged my body, figuring men liked stuff like that going by the reactions I got from wearing it to dinner parties my mother made me attend. She always had fun dressing me up. I paired the dress with a simple pair of black stilettos and clipped on a fine gold necklace with a small gold heart pendant hanging from it. Just as I sat down on the chair, pulling out one of my favorite potions theory books, I heard a low growl and a moan come from outside of the bedroom. Alarmed, I set the book down on the bed and crossed the room, pressing my ear against the wooden door. Silence enveloped the space around me for a moment before the moan came again, this time sounding more frantic than the one previous. And then it clicked in my brain. I gasped, my eyes wide. Is… Is he…? Merlin's beard, he's pleasuring himself right now… I backed away from the door, now trying to ignore the sounds coming from one of the rooms down the hall. He was awfully brave doing this when his parents were home, unless he had the whole floor to himself. But still, I would never attempt something like that. For Merlin's sake, I sat back in the chair, feeling my cheeks heat up, turning bright red. My heart was beating uncomfortably in my chest. I didn't know how to feel right at that moment. Should I tell him that I had heard him? Or would that be too weird? Because I was at a loss for words. A small part of me felt horrible that I hadn't been able to help. I recall the Dark Lord's words,

"This is not a marriage arrangement, young Helena. After Draco's mission is over with, you will be able to leave if you so choose. But do understand that you are his to vent to and to… Take out his frustrations on. Whatever those frustrations may be. Simply put, if he wants to take you, you will allow him to do so, it is essential that he is operating at his best. Do you understand me, Miss Rosier?" The Dark Lord finished with his explanation of my duties and I nodded, remembering not to meet his eyes. "She's a virgin, I presume? I think that would be preferable to Draco, am I right, Lucius?" I blush, closing my eyes tightly, trying to shut out embarrassment.

"It would be a bonus, any man with a right mind would think the same," Lucius confirmed and the Dark Lord looked to my mother.

"The girl is, indeed, a virgin. Proven to me by Veritas Serum," she said and the Dark Lord smiled his twisted smile and clapped once,

"Well, it's settled then! Good girl, Miss Rosier, you will start immediately."

I took a deep breath, trying to stop the throbbing that had been making me ache so deliciously at my center. I crossed my legs, hoping that it was enough friction to get me through for now. I don't know where this came from, it's not like I had ever been with another man or knew pleasure of that kind in any way, but I was feeling the full power of sexual attraction. I tilted my head back, trying to release some tension that had built up in my neck. The door opened suddenly, revealing Draco, looking cool, calm and collected. Alright, Helena, think of something witty to say! I thought to myself desperately.

"You look relaxed," I said dryly, putting on my best coy smile. Draco looked up, left eyebrow cocked,

"You don't say," he said, amusement clear in his voice.

"Mmm," I barely acknowledged him as I opened my book and began to read.

"So, what do you want from this arrangement?" he asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence. I opened my mouth to reply but there was a knock at the door, saving me from having to answer that loaded question.

"Draco!" a shrill voice called out, making me shudder in annoyance. If I had to guess, this was going to be his soon to be ex-girlfriend, Pansy.

Draco positioned himself slightly in front of me so I was in view of the doorway but I would be protected if Pansy went crazy and came at me. I didn't have very good fighting skills and I couldn't use magic outside of school yet so I was hoping that Draco was able to protect me.

"Come in," he said, his voice relaxed and light. Poor girl, she didn't know what she was about to see. I almost felt bad. Almost. This is what Draco wanted though, so I was unapologetic.

Everything happened rather quickly, Pansy had entered the room, looking very sexy in a black set of lingerie under her bright blue cloak. I looked down at my dress, feeling regretful that I had worn the black one. The minute Pansy saw me, she picked up whatever was closest to her and chucked it at Draco. I stood, feeling obligated to protect him even though I knew I didn't stand a chance against anything, really.

"Who's this, Draco?!" Pansy shouted, she was fastening her cloak shut as she marched towards him in a rage.

"Pansy, darling, this is my new girlfriend. I'm afraid things between you and I aren't quite working out." He said with finality in his voice, holding his arm out to prevent her from coming any closer.

"She looks like a cheap whore!" Pansy spat, looking at me with glowering eyes. I moved closer to Draco in fear that she would hit me, even with me in heels she was a good bit taller than I was.

"You will not insult her. Do you understand me? Now get out of my sight, what we have is over." He said loudly, facing Pansy straight on, meaning business. It took another ten minutes to get her out of the house and she broke multiple things on her way out, like a painted portrait of Draco and his mother and an expensive looking glass vase. I cringed every time something hit the floor. Finally she slammed the door and was gone… Gone until the school year started, that is. And then I would have to deal with her on a daily basis. By that time she'll be done being mad at Draco and begin to hate me.

I followed Draco back to his room, helping pick up the larger pieces of glass and wooden frames. I also informed the house elves that the upstairs left hallway was in a right mess before entering Draco's bedroom again. I fell into the bed beside Draco, who was sitting on the edge, looking tense. He looked down at me,

"Now back to my earlier question, Helena. What do you want from this?" He asked, reiterating his question from earlier. I sat up, crossing my legs. I thought over my answer carefully, knowing that if I answered it wrong, I could be in a load of trouble. Plus, part of me definitely didn't want to blow the opportunity to lose my virginity to such a good looking man. Hormones were a strange thing.

"I can't answer that. If you want something from this relationship, Draco, you need to establish it. I'm yours already, but you're in charge to define what this is. I cannot… I just can't define it, it's not in my nature to play the 'lead role', so to speak."

"You don't want to give me that kind of power," Draco said, his voice low, dangerous.

"I just did," I said, almost challenging him to say what I couldn't. I wanted this, him.

"Helena…" He warned in a growl, clenching his fists.

"I have one condition." I said quickly, backpedaling a little on the huge revelation we just had. He looked up at me, his pupils dilated. I just then noticed the steel grey that colored his iris, they captured me with their depth. My heart pattered against my chest violently, making me feel light headed.

"C-can we please take it slow? I-I've never done this before," I said, tears gathering in my eyes for an inconvenient reason. I blinked them away, looking down and sniffling.

"I don't intend to use you, if that's what you're talking about. This is going to like any other relationship, Helena. This is very real to me,"

"I cannot believe this is happening," I said, breaking the heavy tension with my thoughts.

"What?" He asked, looking confused,

"I just never expected something like this to happen," I replied, feeling myself blush, which was going to be permanent if I blushed anymore frequently than I already had been.

"I have one condition as well." he spoke slowly, carefully controlling his voice. I nodded, urging him to go on, "pull down the skirt of your dress right now or there won't be any such thing as 'taking it slow'," he said, making me look down. I had crossed my legs which hiked my skirt up revealing a little too much leg for what was appropriate right now.

"Sorry," I said quickly and shoved my skirt back down where it belonged and uncrossed my legs.

"Now, I want to know about you." He said, scooting back on the bed, resting his head against the leather headboard, patting the spot beside him.