Funny how your name can define who you are. Mine does. Alexandra Black Riddle. That tells you everything you need to know about me, doesn't it? Yupp, my name doesn't make me a lot of friends. But it does give me respect, even if it is out of fear. As if my appearance wasn't scary enough.
Let me back up. As you can tell by my name, my father is Sirius Black, the infamous godfather of the famous Harry Potter. My mother is Victoire Riddle, the daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Lynette. Some grandparents eh? Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark wizard of all time. And Lynette, the Queen of the only existing vampire clan in the world. How did that happen, you ask? Vampires aren't able to reproduce with any species except their own. But my grandfather, being the Dark Lord, messed with some Dark magic and, hoping to start some type of legacy, made my grandma have a bun in the oven. Except my grandma gave birth to my mother instead of the man he was expecting. He made a vampire have a baby, but couldn't figure out how to make it have a penis? Go figure.
Anyways, my mother, a product of experimenting magic, miraculously came out okay. Except she was a bizarre half-breed of a human and a vampire. She was extraordinarily powerful and although she wasn't immortal, she was extremely hard to get rid. Apparently not hard enough because she was killed right after my birth. I never met her and was never told why she was killed. My father was arrested for the murder of Peter Pettigrew, although everyone knows that that's complete bullshit. So I grew up without parents and without grandparents (Lynnette was killed in a battle with five Aurors). The Malfoys and my remaining vampire clan were my only family until I turned twelve. They decided it would be too risky to send me to Hogwarts, where I'd be under the watch of the "Muggle-loving fool" Albus Dumbledore. So they sent be to the Beauxabaton School, since it's in France where the vampire clan would keep a watch on me and during the summer I would go back to the Malfoys. Since I'm a half-breed I try not to kill humans and keep my diet to animals, but it's extremely hard! Especially when I have to coexist with humans every minute of every day. So sometimes, I slip. But never with my friends or people from the school. That's barbaric. And because of vampire linage, when I become of age, I will become the next Queen of my clan, something that not a lot of people are very supportive of, since I'm a half-breed. I don't blame them. I don't really want to be Queen to be honest. Where's the fun in that? I'd have to stay in France and marry Martin Johnson, whose father was a loyal Death Eater to the Dark Lord. He's my current boyfriend, but I like to keep my options open, you know?
Anyways Beauxabaton is where I've gone until now. Dumbledore contacted the Malfoys and told them that I was in danger, since there were signs of the Dark Lord returning. This, of course, didn't put me in any danger, but we decided to comply, as it made it easier for me to spy on what was going on with Dumbledore and Harry Potter should the Dark Lord return.
So, at the age of fifteen, I enrolled in the fourth year class of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To keep on ME keeping an eye on HARRY, Martin also enrolled in Hogwarts. He moved into the Malfoy Manor with me after my third year and his sixth year ended. Joy.
I liked Martin, really, I did. But I also liked my little secret affair with Draco. Which was going to be hard to carry out with Martin in the same house. All the more fun right?
"Babe, where are you?" I heard Draco whisper outside my door. My lips curled into a smirk and I let my midnight black waves loose from my hairclip.
"In here, sweetheart," I whispered back throatily, cracking open the door. We were in the Malfoy Manor and Martin and I had just gotten settled in a couple of horus ago. Draco slithered in and pressed me up against the door, his lips hungrily devouring mine. I broke free and wrapped my long legs around his waist. I moaned as he nibbled on my neck and massaged my breast with his firm hand.
"Wait, wait, where's Martin?" I remembered with a start. Malfoy groaned and pressed me harder against the wall. "Will you quit worrying? He left to hunt! He won't be back for another hour!"
I smiled devilishly and pushed him onto my bed. "Well in that case," I said, straddling him, "show me how a Malfoy man handles his business." He grinned and ripped off my shirt. "Rough and hard baby," he growled, taking my breast into his mouth.
When Martin got back, he found us lounging in the pool deck. I was reading and Malfoy was swimming laps in the pool.
"Hey Malfoy guess what?" Martin called to him as he sat next to me. His eyes glittered like rubies and his dark hair shined in the sun. Of course, since he was a vampire, he was bloody gorgeous; even more so since his family was one of the purest vampire families in the clan. I'd be lying if I said his physical attributes weren't the main reasons why I was with him. The boy knew how to work what he had.
"What's up?" Malfoy asked, his body glistening as he got out from the pool. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven with these two guys around. Too bad they weren't into threesomes or else I really would have died.
"Your father got us Box seats to the World Cup!" Martin said excitedly, putting his arm around my shoulders. I shrugged it off and got up.
"Wicked! I can't wait to see it, it's supposed to be a good game!" Draco exclaimed, taking a swig from his water bottle.
"Yeah yeah, I can't wait to see all these ridiculous girls getting wett over Krum. Ughh," I shuddered delicately. Martin and Draco laughed.
"Oh yeah, well you'll love this. Your father also thinks it would be good for Alexandra to meet Harry. So we're going to take the Portkey with him to the Cup," Martin smirked, while Draco choked on his water.
"Good luck with that! He'll probably be with the Mudblood so I suggest you disinfect your hand after you touch the Portkey," he sneered.
"Don't be such a snob, Drac. I'm sure I'll get along with Harry and his little friends just fine. After all, that's the plan isn't it?" I smiled, taking great pleasures in seeing the looks of identical disgust and jealousy in Martin's and Draco's faces.
"Well, I'm tired," I sighed, winking sneakily Draco. "I'm going up to bed. See you tomorrow boys. Wake up early for the game." I gave Martin a long kiss, while Draco forcefully squeezed my ass in anger and went up to my room.