Hey! back with another chapter!!!!!! wooh lol ok so i think this next chapter is a little....badly writen. it's forced, i tend to write better when i can feel the story and whatnot and i wasn't in the mood to write yesterday but did it for the sake of the people reading the story.

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so without further ado...onto chapter two!!! (is it just me...or does that rhyme??)

"Who's it from this time Travis?" Colette muttered darkly as she coaxed the owl over. As soon as she looked at the handwriting, she wished she hadn't. She gave a small sheik and threw the letter across the room, just to make herself feel slightly better about receiving a letter from an evil woman.

Granted she was her mother's closest friend, while her mother was alive. Plus, the woman always seemed nice…just her freaking child was a ass. She had been dreading a letter from this woman after the tragic death of her mother. The part of the will that went to Colette said that she'd be getting a part of it too.

Colette sighed and went over to pick up the parchment envelope.

Dear Colette Dolohov,

How've you been? I am happy to hear you haven't been sent off to Azkaban yet. I'm sorry to say, my husband wasn't so lucky.

"Well that's awfully straightforward…And why's she telling me about that psycho? Who hasn't heard about that…" Colette mumbled, interrupting her own reading.

I don't know if you've heard yet, but the Ministry's making every war participant return to Hogwarts, yes, it's true. It says that if you're twenty or younger you have to get a diploma for a job. But anyway, what I really wanted write to you about was your mother's will. As you know we were dear friends, and she's made a request in the part of the will I have received. Of course I think it's a marvelous idea, and so does Lucius.

"Well what's such a good idea?!" Colette said aloud again.

I would like to discuss it with you, perhaps tomorrow? Send me an owl as soon as you can, it's very important that you do!

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy

"What a strange woman…how come she comes across…in such a good mood in a letter but then is the complete opposite in person?" Colette asked Travis. He hooted and scooted his way into the kitchen.

Colette crossed the room, her robes billowing as she did, and picked up some parchment and a quill.

"Hmmm…" Colette hummed as she thought of what to write. "Dear Cissy--" she was cut off by her own laughter. "No, no."

Dear Mrs. Malfoy,

I'm sorry to hear about your husband.

"Well, not really…"

I have heard about the Ministry's new law, and am already enrolled. I'd much rather not be though.

I would rather enjoy a visit to your manor, just name a date. But in your letter, you forgot to mention what exactly my mother did request.

Truly,

Colette Dolohov

Colette snorted as she put down 'truly'. But what ever made Narcissa happy…

Colette sealed the envelope and had Travis fly it off. Then she stared blankly after him for about thirty minutes until her owl returned to her with the reply. She had nothing better to do. When he returned he swooped in and perched himself on Colette's shoulder.

"That was fast Travs…" Colette commented. The owl ruffled it's wings and glided off her shoulder after Colette removed the parchment envelope.

Dear Colette,

"Oh, so it's just Colette this time, huh?"

I happen to be free tomorrow, so I shall see you around one o'clock. Please floo over.

Sincerely,

Narcissa

"Well that was awfully short…She still didn't say what my mother's will said either…" Colette threw the used parchment letters into the fire and watched them burn slowly. She was dreading tomorrow's visit to the Malfoy Manor. Firstly because she hated to floo. It was weird and totally unnecessary. Secondly because of her son.

When Colette and Draco were younger, say around six, they had been good friends. She had always wanted to visit him in the summers and holidays, and because their mothers were good friends, she normally got her wish. But when they were around seven some little argument had started between them and everything built up from there. She absolutely loathed him now. She suspected he didn't hate her much, but he was sure annoying. She hadn't seen him since her mother's funeral.

Colette turned over and fell onto the floor, abruptly rousing her from her pleasant dream. The soft midmorning sun shined in through her curtains. She sat up and glanced at her clock, it was eleven in the morning. She had two hours.

She quickly got up and ordered her house elf to fix her breakfast while she shot charms at her hair to make it shiny, black, and curly. Then she ran downstairs to shovel down her breakfast.

After eating her eggs and a bit of toast, Colette was never one to eat much food, she scrambled back upstairs to pick out something from her closet. Her closet itself was the size of a small room, it had a half wall designated to shoes alone, the other three walls were clothes. She walked over to the far corner of the room where she held her expensive robes.

"No green…" she tossed them aside. She never wore green, specifically emerald green, if she could help it; it was very in style these days, because it was the color of the Golden Boy/Savior of the Wizarding world's eyes.

"No yellow…" Way to bright for the black-silver-and-green color scheme of the Malfoy's manor.

Finally after sifting through most of her robes she picked our a very elegant pair of black robes. Of course. They draped over her very tastefully and flowed to the floor, so when she walked she looked like she was floating.

She smudged on makeup and checked the time again.

"Ok, time to go!" It was fifteen minutes to one.

She rushed back downstairs and quickly jumped into the floo after wrapping herself in a cloak specifically designed to keep ashes and soot from your clothes.

"Your mother always did arrive a little early too."

Colette coughed and look over at Narcissa, she was wearing black too. Maybe she should have worn a different color, this house needed some color to it.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Malfoy," Colette dipped her head slightly in a bow. A house elf came over to collect Colette's robes after Narcissa hugged her formally.

"My, you've grown quite a bit," she noted as she led her into the less formal of their two sitting rooms. Of course the manor had no informal rooms, but this one was less formal. It had pictures of her son on the mantle over the fire, seven pictures to be exact. There was even one of Colette's mother, holding Colette as a three-year-old, and Narcissa with Draco standing in front of her.

"Tea?" Narcissa offered.

Colette sat down on a chair next to a mahogany and silver table. "Oh, please." Narcissa snapped her fingers and a small elf appeared with a tray and tea.

"What lovely robes," Narcissa said casually, that was indeed an honor--to be complemented on your clothes by Narcissa. She was extremely into fashion and always had to have the latest 'in' thing.

"Thank you. They were custom made by a French witch," Colette said feeling extremely awkward. "So…you wanted to discuss my mother's will?"

"Oh yes, I was just waiting for Draco, because it concerns both of you," Narcissa said simply. She sipped her tea.

"Oh," Colette felt a twinge of hate twist her gut at the name. "So, er, will he be returning to Hogwarts as well?" Say no! Please say no!

"Most defiantly," Narcissa replied, as if it were obvious. "Yes, he will need a good job in the future."

"Mother? You wanted to see me?" Draco said walking into the room. He was in black formal wear too.

Speak of the devil…

"Ah yes, please join us," Narcissa said pleasantly. Colette shot a small glare at Draco as he sat down in the third chair beside his mother.

"Dolohov," he nodded to Colette. In return she gave him an almost sickly sweet smile and sipped her tea. Narcissa looked oddly happy that Colette had smiled at Draco.

"As you both know, Colette, your mother gave me a request in the part of the will that was for me," Narcissa started. Colette and Draco nodded. He didn't seem to know where this was going anymore then she did.

"The reason I haven't told either of you sooner," she continued, "Was because I thought it would be better for you both to know at the same time." She paused, sipping her tea again. "I hope both of you will honor Soraya's wishes; by which I mean to say, I hope both of you will agree to this arranged marriage."

hehe i'm so mean to Colette...she really does hate Draco so much, he almost sickens her.

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