Chapter 1

"Set fire to the rain"

But there's a side to you that I never knew

all the things you'd say they were never true

and the games you play you would always win

always win...

xxx

"Take a seat", said her father.

Astoria obeyed. She had just arrived from Hogwarts – it had been her last year and she had graduated the day before.

"So", began her father. "You're going to get married in one month. It's been planned since your birth and we expect you to act like a good, Pureblood girl."
"I – what? Are you freaking kidding me?", replied Astoria stunned.

She didn't regret that she had said that, even when her father's hand hit her face hard. "Don't you dare speak to me like that", he hissed.

Astoria snorted in disapproval.

"Seems like you'll have to learn a lot until your wedding day."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure my husband is a rich Pureblood and you successfully sucked up to his family?"

Her father looked at her angrily. "The Dark Lord wants the Purebloods to marry each other. And you are going to do everything I tell you, are we clear?"

"Certainly", replied Astoria. God, what had she done to deserve a father like that?

"Leave."

"Honey!", screamed her mother and hugged Astoria when she came out of her father's office. "I'm so glad to have you back!"
Astoria looked cool at her. "You can't be that glad since you're obviously planning to marry me to some jerk next month. Who are you kidding?"

Her mother sighted. "You have to understand that the traditions are very important."

"How could you do this to me?", asked Astoria. Her walls were breaking down and she felt the upcoming tears burning in her eyes.

"It will work out, you'll see", smiled her mother. But Astoria knew that she was lying.

When Astoria turned around and headed to her room, her mother called after her. "Get yourself ready for eight o'clock. Clothes are lying on your bed."

Astoria turned around. "Why?"
"You're going to meet your fiancee tonight."

"Screw this!", screamed Astoria when she saw the clothes lying on her bed and sank down onto the floor, first sobbing, then crying silently.

At seven o'clock she decided that she didn't have a choice. She made her way downstairs.

"What the hell are you doing?", yelled her father when he caught her smoking outside.

"At least I'm not doing it inside", she replied. He wouldn't have the power over her much longer anyway.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that", he hissed.

Astoria knew that he wouldn't hit her again because he didn't want her fiancee and his family to see the bruises.

"You know, this line is getting old", she replied. Even though the upcoming evening already scared the hell out of her, she would'nt leave her parents without a fight.
"I'm sure your future husband is going to beat the crap out of you for your inappropriate behavior", her father hissed cool with a satisfied smirk.

She sighted. Yeah, probably he would. She knew what it meant to be a woman in this fucking family hierachy and she knew exactly what was expected from her and how she had to behave. But anyway; she just couldn't do the crap they wanted her to do. She wanted to make her father proud, she did. But she felt like she was never good enough.

She knew that she shouldn't have said the things she said to him. But she was angry at him because he was going to marry her to some idiot…

"Get yourself ready", he hissed and pushed her back in.

xxx

"You're looking perfect", her mother smiled when Astoria came downstairs two minuted before eight.

She absolutely did. The black dress her parents had picked for her fit perfectly and her long, light-brown hair fell lightly curly down her shoulders nearly up to her belly. She faked a smile.

"You know", whispered her mother, "the first time is always...hard. But it's going to get better, I promise."
Astoria looked at her. Stunned. If you had any idea, she thought, how many times I've been fucked...

"Come on", said her mother. „You're supposed to wait in the dining room."

Astoria did as she was told. Her heart was racing while she was standing there.

She hadn't considered the fact yet that her fiancee probably expected her to be a virgin. Crap.

When the doors opened, her jaw dropped; her fiancee was Draco Malfoy.

He grinned as he walked towards her. Astoria shivered when she felt his familiar hands on her hips, looked into the familiar eyes although they seemed even colder than the last time she had seen them.

"Surprise", he whispered into her ear which sent a shiver through her body before he walked away.

"Pleasure to see you", said Lucius Malfoy cool and so did his wife, Narcissa.

Astoria couldn't believe what was happening. Her freaking fiancee was Draco Malfoy. Back at Hogwarts, they had been too proud or too screwed up to actually be together but they had always ended up together even if it was just for one night. Her friends had told her that he wasn't good for her and that she shouldn't have fallen for him over and over again, but he had had this effect on her...he had just needed to smirk and she would've dropped her panties instantly. Now, she had neither seen him nor heard something from him in one year and she had painfully accepted the fact that he was done with her, that he had found another girl he could screw on a regular basis...and now, he wanted to marry her?

Astoria drank a lot of champagne to process the news which caused her mother to give her angry looks but she didn't care – she had just been told that she'd live at the Malfoy Manor from now on.

When they reached Draco Malfoy's room a few hours later, a big room which was bigger than other people's whole houses, Astoria saw her things standing in an edge.

She was the first one of them who spoke. "Seriously?"

He turned around to face her. She felt like she was getting smaller and smaller when he came towards her, his cold gray eyes piercing her. "Haven't your parents taught you to respect your future husband?"

Astoria laughed. "Certainly. But I really didn't expect you to be my freaking husband."

He slammed her against the wall and she felt his hot breath against her neck as he spoke into her ear. "If you don't, I'm gonna teach you. But not now. Tonight I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you. You won't be able to walk around straight for a week after I'm done with you."

And there it was again. The freaking effect he had on her. Her body was aching for his touch, she was turned on like hell...

When their lips finally met, he kissed her so hard that her knees went weak. While he grabbed her and made her wrap her legs around his hips, pressing her up against the wall with his body, his tongue explored her mouth.

She screamed out quietly when he ripped her panties away and touched her cunt.

"Naughty girl", he murmured when he felt her wetness. "Tell me what you want."

"You", she breathed. It was almost funny how fast Draco could get a very tough girl like her easily into submission.

He stopped touching her. "Go on."

„Fuck me", she whispered and looked straight into his eyes.

He grinned and slid two fingers inside her tight entry, causing her to moan out loud.

After he'd added a third finger, he finger-fucked her so hard she thought she would break. "Yeah...come for me...", he hissed. "Scream for me."

And she did. When he let her down, she trembled and nearly fell onto the floor.

xxx

The next day, she was woken up by a house elf who told her (from the Malfoys) to take a shower, dress herself and come downstairs within an hour.

When she entered Draco's bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and nearly screamed out.

Her body was covered with bruises and marks. Specially on her hips where he had held her while he had pulled in and out without respect; she also had a bruise on her neck and some on her wrists which he had held down above her head. Although she was in pain, she couldn't help it – she grinned when she thought about his actions from last night. The marriage didn't seem to be that bad after all because she'd at least have amazing sex to look forward to.

When she entered the dining room, there was just Lucius Malfoy – nobody else.

"Astoria." She trembled a little bit when she heard him saying her name. This man scared the crap out of her. He always had.

"Good morning, Mr Malfoy", she greeted him nervously.

His cold eyes were checking her out from the other side of the table.

His cold eyes met hers. "The Dark Lord wants to see you next week."

She swallowed hard and forced herself to nod.