Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do own Blaine, Blaire and family though.

A/N:  From Blaire's perspective again. I don't have a Beta, so there are probably a million mistakes. (If you want to Beta this, e-mail me at starlitevixen@hotmail.com) This one is pretty short. But it gets the point across.

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"Hello Daddy. Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked him with a small smile.

"Yes, but more importantly, are you darling?"

"I suppose. I haven't seen Blaine yet though, have you?"

He shook his head, "Uncle Andrew sent an owl, said they'd be late."

"Oh…"

"What's the matter Pumpkin, you seem distracted? Aren't you happy to be back?"

"Yes. Well, I guess I am," I lowered my voice to a whisper, "People are looking at me strangely. I don't know what it is… It's like everyone knows something except me."

My father shook his head with a smile, "Don't be silly, they're just happy to see you."

Sometimes I wondered if my father really did live in his own strange dream world. To him, things were always fine. When I was little, he told me that everything he did was to make the world a better place for me. I guess he realize one day, how difficult that would be, so he decided that the world was already perfect.

"Well darling, your mother seems to be finished gossiping with Roslyn, so I'd better get in a dance while I still can." He kissed the top of my head lightly, and walked off towards my mother. I decided that rather than find Malfoy, I'd go get myself something to drink. This turned out to be a very bad idea, because I ran into Pansy at the refreshment table.

"Blaire! How nice to see you again. I saw you dancing with Draco. Did you hear of our engagement?"

I gave her a sickeningly sweet smile, "Of course Pansy, Draco was telling me all about it. Congratulations."

"Well thank you. And congratulations on yours," she said with a tight smile.

"I think you've been misinformed, I'm not engaged."

"Oh. So it's true then. You really don't know!" She laughed to herself, sounding extremely gleeful.

"Please stop Pansy. What's going on? People have been looking at me all night, something isn't right."

"Oh darling!" She laughed, "Haven't you ever wondered why they sent you off to Durmstrang?"

"Of course I have. What has this got to do with anything?"

"You're to be his bride."

"Whos bride??!!"

"Our Lord."

I felt a sharp stab of pain in my side, as she uttered those two words. Our…Lord.

"No…" My voice came out in a whisper, barely audible.

She grinned wickedly, "Yes."

"NO!" This time I screamed it. The entire party turned to look at me, and I notice that they didn't seem surprise. They all looked relieved. Relieved, because they didn't have to keep it a secret any longer.

The room began to spin, and the last thing I saw before I fainted was Pansy's smug face.