TW: rape


A long time ago, she and Draco had been friends. Even in their rivalries at school, they maintained a polite respect. He was actually her oldest confidant, exactly her age and one of the few children she had been allowed to interact with. Lucius had been like a father. He would take them to Diagon Alley and heal scrapes, and Narcissa would hold Felicity very close if she was ever frightened or hurt. But this was apparently much longer ago than even Felicity thought.


The next day, Lucius came and explained things to her. He explained that this was indefinite, that she was expected to be supportive of their cause, that she would not be allowed off the Manor's grounds, and that she wouldn't see her wand again, not for a long time.

"So I'm a prisoner."

"You are my wife."


Later on, they went to the master bedroom, which Felicity knew her way to instinctively. It was there that she and Draco would play house under the bed, there that they would watch the storms that frightened them, even if they would never admit it. It was there, a long time ago, they had both had their first, innocent kiss.


"You understand, don't you?"

They were sitting on the edge of the bed, coming to the end of their first day as a couple.

"I don't really, no."

"I don't know what to do then. He'll kill us if this doesn't happen. He wants you to get pregnant, to begin the new pureblood royalty."

She didn't say anything, and he reached over and put his hand on her cheek, kissing her neck. She slapped him, and he gripped her face harder.

"No," he said. "This is not how it will be. You will not make the rules. I am in charge." And he pushed her back onto the bed, running his hand up her leg.

"Lay still." She did not.

"You better lay fucking still, or you will not like the results."

She did not like the results.


"What am I supposed to do?" she asked the next morning, still sore. Sleep had come fitfully that night, and she felt sinful and sick, her whole life spun round. All she saw when she closed her eyes was Roger's face, their little promises to wait, sweet kisses that ended with kind intentions. She saw piles of school books in her dormitory, waiting for someone who wasn't coming, who wouldn't make it to her NEWTS the next year, or even the year after that. She saw her friends, practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts in a room she wouldn't see again.

"What do you mean?" Lucius asked. He was already dressed, finishing up putting his cufflinks on.

"All day, while you're gone. While everyone is gone."

"I don't know, Felicity. There's a library full of thousands of books, there's a big garden. Draco is here for break, for now. You're on your own."