The Dark Waltz
Chapter 1
The cold stone walls seemed to watch me as I followed him to the bedroom. They seemed to judge my every movement, as if I didn't belong there. If walls could gossip, they were right. I didn't belong there. I passed a portrait bearing the name Lycoris Malfoy. The man in the portrait had sleek black hair, slicked back just enough to be out of his face. He raised an eyebrow at me, and stared to the painting next to him, one Octavious Malfoy. Even the paintings here knew I didn't belong.
When we finally stopped, we stood in front of two large oak doors, embroidered with metal rivets and iron detailing. I looked up at him cautiously, stone faced and irate. He turned his head up, as to look down his nose at my stoic face. He turned a small smirk in the corner of his lips and reached for the door handle.
"After you, Mrs. Malfoy." He spoke in a low, hushed tone.
I took a deep breath, and then treaded into the room. It was a marvelous room. The walls were stone, as was the rest of the house, the floor a dark cherry wood. A plush green rug stretched out almost the entire length of the entirely too large room. The king sized bed had four large posts at every corner, and was canopied by a field of rich forest green. There was a fireplace, full of an illustrious log and flames. I heard the door creak and click close behind me, and closed my eyes.
"Where shall be begin, my dear?" I felt his warm breath on my neck, and his icy hands on my shoulders. He unzipped the back of my dress and fluidly snaked his hands between the cloth and my bare skin. I tried my best to refrain from shivering, but his hands were like sheets of ice. I quivered at his touch, and heard him snicker quietly as he removed his shirt. He turned me around to face him, but instead of pulling me closer to him, he put a hand on either of my shoulders and pushed me backwards. I eventually stopped once my back was against his bed. He lifted me up and laid me gently on the bed, and then climbed on top of me. As his kisses trailed from my mouth to my neck, then from my chest to my breasts, my eyes began to tear up. I am now and forever bonded to him. How I wished these kisses were from he who I truly loved, but alas, they would never be again, for I was now married.
This is my wedding night, and I will be spending it with my husband through arranged marriage, Draco Abraxas Malfoy.