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Chapter 2

Dinner and other things that are common settings for fights.

I leaned back in my chair, twisting my food around my fork. My parents talked quietly with the Malfoy's, discussing international news and other wonderless things. Suddenly, I felt something sharp spike into my ankle. The Replacements heal had struck me and I could see her glaring at me above the table.

"You will behave." She hissed quietly. I held my hands up in mock surrender. When she had returned to her and Narcissa's discussion, I resumed my previous position and continued to twist my food. But soon I felt another blow to my ankle.

"God damnit, bitch! Don't touch me!" I yelled, the room going silent, and all eyes turning onto the two of us. Her eyes were narrowed with hate, and she seethed with rage. She stood up and I followed her movement, towering over her short 5' 1" stature with my 5'11" height. The Malfoys watched, Draco with mild amusement, Narcissa with a look of shock, but Lucius kept his face bored, but his eyes trained on me.

"Insolent child, you will not speak to me in such a manor!" she moved her hand to slap me, but I caught her by the wrist. My grip wasn't tight enough to harm her, but if looks could kill she would have been dead sevenfold.

"I do not care if you are legally bound to my father. I do not care if you are the mother of my younger siblings. You are not my mother. And you will not touch me; the Heiress of the Blackwell family." I hissed at her, narrowing my eyes to a slit. She ripped her wrist out of my hand and looked toward my father.

"Won't you do something about her behavior?" She asked the stone faced Italian. He shrugged and put another bite of food in his mouth. The room was silent as he chewed, waiting for his response.

"She's right." He said finally, much to the surprise of The Replacement, Draco and Narcissa. A small smirk played at the bottom of my lip. "You are not her mother, and you have absolutely no real connection to her," She stiffened at his blunt comments.

"I am more her mother than that whore of a-"

"You will not speak of her!" My father snapped acidly, cutting off her snide remark. He closed his eyes and dabbed his forehead with a napkin. "Cain is an Heiress, and it's in her personality to command respect. But you," He turned toward me, pointing the fork in my direction "you will also respect your elders. I do not care if you have any feelings what so ever towards her. But, she is my wife, and you will not touch or harm her." He said, staring me in the eyes. I stared back. "That's an order." I gave a curt nod.

"Acknowledged." I articulated, standing up from the table. "May I be excused?" I asked looking at both Lucius and my father. My father shrugged and waved me off, returning to his meal as if nothing had happened. But Lucius was watching me with an expression I just couldn't figure out. I cocked an eyebrow.

"You may." He said finally, picking up the conversation with my father once again. I caught Draco's eye and winked. His lip curled and he returned to his food. I turned on my heel and left the dining room.

Walking up the stairs, through this new house and a particularly new life, I reflect on what I would think I would miss the most. It wouldn't be family, at least not my younger siblings or step mother. My older brothers had already left with mom when they were of age, leaving me here to fend for myself. I shook my head and shouldered my way through the door to my room. I finally decided I would miss the city's the most. Los Angeles, The Strip, Portland, but I would miss Seattle the most. The way the rain washed the city clean every waking moment. How everything blossomed. From the trees and plants to the magical life, there were so many unusual and gifted wizards and witches in Seattle. They were everywhere else in the world she knew as well. But, to her, Seattle was like the breeding ground for all things unique. From the music to the magic, nothing was the same. I flopped onto my bed and curled my legs up into the fetal position, sighing heavily. My freedom ends tonight… I thought, making the lights dim and breathing in a staggering breath. "I just want to be free…" I choked out softly, tears beginning to spill over my eyes. And with that, I rolled over and cried myself to sleep.

Draco's POV

"I just want to be free…" I heard come from her door. She was speaking quietly, but any passing person would've heard her. I rolled my eyes but didn't walk on just yet. I placed my ear against the door. I could hear her cry. That little spoiled Heiress was sobbing in her bed. Still, I didn't want my parents to hear her. Quietly, I cast the Imperturbable Charm on her door. But I wondered… Why was she crying?

What do you all think? I won't do a lot of Draco's POV I think, but I will definitely add it in!

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