When Iris woke she was on the floor. She didn't remember falling asleep. Here eyes were burning and it felt hard to open, like they were glued together. She managed to get them open and saw a creature standing before her, picking up socks from the floor. It was was brown with shrivelled skin, like a creepy old man the size of a Hobbit, and it blinked its massive eyes at her before disappearing in a puff of smoke. She sat up and saw the boy form earlier at a vanity set in black robes.

"You'll want a change of clothes. Father won't want you dressed like a commoner."

She stood up and brushed off her clothes. She didn't think they were that bad. "I don't think they're that bad."

"Doesn't matter what you think." He turned around and his grey eyes looked her up and down. "I suppose you'll do."

"Huh?"

"We're to be married," he moped, then went over to the bed and sat down. He held his head in his hands.

Iris walked over and sat by him; she didn't know what else to do, and she didn't want to leave the room and see anyone else. "What's wrong?"

He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair and moistened his bottom lip. "I was dating someone. Pansy. She . . . We've been together since we were fourteen, and I have known her my whole life. We started dating when I was fourteen, and I turn sixteen today. The first I heard of this betrothal nonsense was yesterday. If I'd known that Pansy and I would never . . . I wouldn't have . . . What's the point? We-Pansy and I, we were in love, and none of it matters."

"I'm sorry."

He nodded, and then smiled at her. He wasn't bad looking. She supposed that it could've been worse if she'd been betrothed to someone ugly. Not that she was shallow, but she had to find the positive in the situation, no matter what it was. If he'd been ugly, she would've focused on how nice he was.

Her mother had always told her to be positive.

"Come, Mother will want us to eat." eh stood and so did she. As the walked to the bedroom door, he stopped her, and slid his hand in hers. "Since we're to be married, we may as well try, right?"

Nodding, she squeezed his hand and walked out of the room with him and to the dining room, where they were having breakfast.

Food was already on the table. The man with the cane, who had killed her mother, sat at one end, and a woman with silvery blonde hair sat at the other. She was led to the table and the boy pulled the chair out for her and pushed it in when she sat down. He sat beside her.

She put her napkin on her laps and ate in silence; nobody spoke to her and she spoke to nobody.

"Have some wine," the man with the cane said.

"I don't drink alcohol," she whispered.

"Beg pardon?"

"I don't drink alcohol," she said louder.

Her fiance cleared his throat beside her.

The man with the cane snarled at her. "It's is most ungracious and rude to deny a drink your host offers. You will drink, or you will be punished."

She grabbed the glass of wine in front of her and drank it. She wrinkled her nose and gagged after she swallowed.

The man with the long blonde hair stood and raised his cane, coming towards her.

"Father," said her fiancé, "she's not used to this lifestyle. Maybe we should give her some time."

He sat back down.

"Draco," he said, looking at her fiance, "perhaps you should introduce us to your future wife?"

"I don't even know her name, Father."

"Iris," she answered. "Iris Hummel."

Draco, as the man with the cane and blond hair had called him, nodded at her in thanks. "Iris, this is my father, Lucius. This is my mother, Narcissa. I'm Draco, and we're the Malfoys."

Iris nodded and drank some more wine. It was bitter on her tongue. But she kept a straight face in fear of the man's cane. They were all very attractive people, she realized, and they had an attractive manor. She remember the albino peacock outside. Clearly they bought things simply to be seen as attractive. The plates were pretty, the walls were gorgeous-everything about this place was beautiful. It had to have been on purpose.

The food was better than any food she had ever tasted; her mother hadn't been a very good cook. She remembered her mother dying from that spell she didn't recognize and she bit down on her lip, trying to stop herself form crying.

Draco squeezed her hand, but she knew it was only for appearances. They had to try to like each other, didn't they? It was pointless to resist.

When she finished her food, Narcissa shooed Draco and Lucius. They left, and she came over to her, and held her hand, pulling her out of the chair.

"Hello Iris."

Iris blinked at her. "Hello Narcissa."

"I know how you're feeling. I too was betrothed to Lucius and I was scared of many things. I worried we wouldn't fall in love. I was scared of the wedding night. But in the end, it all worked out. I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll be here for you. Ask me anything and I'll do my best to answer."

Iris nodded, then felt her stomach clench. She looked around to make sure no one was overhearing. "What's to be scared of on the wedding night?"

"Oh, you know. Sex. Losing your virginity."

Iris frowned, feeling shivers go up her spine and goosebumps go up her arms. Narcissa tilted her head and Iris swallowed the lump in her throat.

"What's sex?"

Note: Sorry for the long time between updates! I just got really busy with school. Also, I'm sorry if this seems rushed, but I was trying to get a chapter out to hopefully end my writer's block. I have some really good ideas of where I want this story to go so the next chapter will be better. I might change this story to NC-17 now that I'm seventeen (but don't tell my parents lol.)