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Dark Desire

Chapter 2

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Pixie: Here you go guys. Another chapter, so now you can't kill me ducks to avoid pitchforks and spears, not that any of you want to kill me anyway, do you?

Draco: Pixie, stop babbling, and get on with the story.

Hermione: For once I actually agree with this idiot. Get on with it.

Draco: Exactly!

Pixie: (pouts) fine, I don't own anything you recognise etc, etc, etc. Don't sue me etc, etc, etc.

Draco: Finally... hey wait! YOU MUDBLOOD BITCH, YOU CALLED ME AN IDIOT! (Picks things of floor and starts flinging then at Hermione)

Pixie: (ducking) On with the story...

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Recap

"Casso Vinci now then Granger?"

"Yes actually, not that you'd care or anything." I say coldly

I look at his face to watch him take offence at my statement, but instead his expression portrays amusement.

"Well actually I do care, you are now richer, have purer blood, and are a from a darker family than me, so it will be to my advantage to make friends with you. Its not like Potter and the Weasel are going to want anything to do with you now, I mean you are in the inner circle of Potter's worst enemy."

Oh god, he has a point, Harry and Ron are going to go nuts. They are going to stop speaking to me.

"Well, I'll deal with that when I come to it. Just because you can't handle the fact that I have purer blood than you, doesn't mean you have to be so cold towards me."

"I'm just pointing out the truth Granger." He turned his back on me and started to walk away.

"CASSO VINCI NOW DRACO!" My hand flies to cover my mouth, I'm not supposed to call him Draco, its always been Malfoy, he's going to milk this for all its worth.

He stops in his tracks and slowly, definitely turns to face me, "So, you think we're on first name terms do you, Trinity?" the way he stresses my name makes me all the more sure that he's going to rub this in my face. I don't know how to get out of this so I keep quiet.

"Well, do you?"

"It was an accident Malfoy, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." The only way to stop the almost inevitable tirade is to apologise, I think.

"Oh my god Trinity. Pureblood rule numero uno. Never, ever, apologise to anyone of lower social standing than you. Its typical muggle behaviour to do something like that."

I raise my eyebrows, I was expecting insults, or spite, but definitely not preaching.

"Are you mad, Malfoy, preaching to me, it's not like you like me or anything, do you?"

"Well Trinity, I've sort of 'respected' you since that, incident in third year, you know when you slapped me, and if you are going to be in Slytherin, which you will be, then I expect you to learn some manners and how to behave properly. If I have to teach you how to be a pureblood, then I will. I am not having you show us up."

I sigh mentally; he's so obsessed with manners and all that pureblood Slytherin crap.

"Well thanks for 'respecting' me but that wasn't the reason I hit you, I was pissed off at you. Just a minute, who the hell said I was going to be in Slytherin anyway?"

I can't be a Slytherin! That's ridiculous, what the hell will every one think?

"Well, isn't it kind of obvious, you are heiress to one of the darkest families in the entire wizarding world, although only the Slytherins will know that, because your family has 'disappeared', but it makes sense for you to be in Slytherin, and you will have to be resorted anyway as you have found out your true heritage."

I'm confused now.

"So let me get this straight, I am going to be resorted because I have found out my true heritage?" he nods, "and only the Slytherins will know who I am?" he nods again.

"This is messing with my head"

"It happens to the best of us dahhling"

I'm not going to ask why Draco Malfoy called me 'dahhling'. It's far too weird for words.

Our little… conversation has taken us to the patio doors; Draco opens them for me and I brush past him.

I look out onto the expansive grounds of the Malfoy Estate; my jaw drops in shock, - I am vaguely aware of

Draco commenting on how unladylike it is to let your jaw hang open - I always knew they had a lot of land, but this is unbelievable, it's huge. First there is a large formal garden, with low box hedges and neat borders, then a huge orchard, its as big as a forest, then rolling countryside, there are no houses, or other buildings, save one group away off to the right. I point at it and ask Draco what it is.

"That, my dear Trinity, would be Magi Proper. It's the village that the estate built to keep it supplied before shops were invented." Seeing my awe-struck face, Draco continued, "Yes, the manor is that old, it has been the home of the Malfoys for as long as anyone can remember."

"Whoa, that's a long time, unless you all have really bad memories, but I doubt that. By the way, please don't call me Trinity, its Trix if you don't mind." I don't think Trinity is a very good name for a fifteen-going-on-sixteen-year-old, but perhaps I'll let people call me that when I'm older.

"Right then, Trix it is. So what do you want to do until we're called for, I mean its far to late to start trying to teach you anything yet, so we'll just have to occupy ourselves till the Dark Lord wants us."

He lets out a long breath, links his fingers together, stretches his arms up into the air, and flops gracefully - how he can be graceful when 'flopping' I will never know – onto a recliner at the edge of the patio.

How can I still be infatuated with him, I thought I only wanted him because I couldn't have him, but now I can, and I still want him. It doesn't make sense; logic is useless in an illogical world, a world I just happen to be stuck in. Well, I still like Draco, I can have him, and he possibly likes me as well, considering that he's being more than civil to me, so I guess I should throw caution to the wind and take the plunge. Here goes nothing…

I look down at him, his eyes lightly closed, resting and protecting against the harsh rays of the sun. I crouch down and lean over his face, I cross my fingers, and hover, watching his beautiful face, then after what seems like hours I gather the courage to ghost my lips across his. He sits up, and I pull back and look at my feet, afraid of the inevitable scathing rejection.

It never comes; instead Draco cups my chin and pulls my face up so I can look into his silvery eyes, all I see is lust and passion swirling about in the depths. He leans in and captures my lips in a tender kiss. It's heaven, I have wanted this for so long, and now it's finally happening. His tongue runs along my lower lip, asking for entry, entry that I willingly give, our tongues battle for dominance and he takes the lead. I twist my fingers into his hair, urging him closer. With a final, gentle kiss, he pulls back and looks in to my eyes; I feel the heat rise in my face as a blush, caused by the shock of what I have just done, begins to form.

"Thank you Trinity."

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. That's not Draco's line, he's supposed to tell me that it was just a spur of the moment thing, or that he doesn't give a damm about me. At least I thought that's what he was supposed to say.

"Yes, I did want you to do that, because it makes my job so much easier." A look of regret and relief crosses his face.

"Your job? I don't understand what you're talking about Draco."

"I don't know if I should tell you now, my parents don't know that I know, and I think your parents would rather that they got to tell you. I'm sorry, but I think it will have to wait."

I nod, "It's fine, I'll wait."

I sat back down, it seems like a lifetime ago that I came downstairs and discovered the Dark Lord in my living room, and was told that I was pureblood. So much has happened since then, I have been given a small fortune in gifts, I have apparated for the first time, I have met Lady Malfoy, and I have kissed the Malfoy heir! That's a hell of a lot to do in two hours.

I am brought out of my thoughts my Draco taking my hand and telling me that we have been called for. I stand and allow him to lead me into the manor and down the hallway.

"Draco? Why am I here?"

"Pardon?"

"Why am I here? No-ones told me yet and it's getting annoying."

"I'm not really all that sure, I think it has something to do with your parent being re-initiated into the Dark Lord's inner circle, but I could be wrong."

I shrug and we continue walking in companionable silence.

We reach a great set of doors and Draco throws them open – he obviously wants to make a big entrance –

I walk to his side and take his arm. We walk down the steps towards the Dark Lord and our respective parents, I notice that Lord Malfoy is now here, and as we near, Draco kneels and tugs me down at the same time. Copying Draco, I incline my head towards the floor.

"Master Malfoy, Miss Casso Vinci," he nods at each of us in turn, "you may rise."

We stand and I look up, for someone who is living his second life the guy doesn't look half bad, you would expect him to be… dead looking, but he isn't.

"Thank you Trinity, I am again happy that you think so highly of me," damm, I keep forgetting that he can read minds, whoops. "Yes, you are quite good at forgetting things like that, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"My lord, my lord." Draco hisses in my ear.

"Yes my lord." I incline my head once more.

The Dark Lord regards me coolly, and then he smirks. That is one thing I never thought I would see, and judging by the look on my parents and the Malfoy's faces, neither did they.

A smiling Dark Lord is a very worrying Dark Lord. I shake my head in disbelief. Talk about a weird day.

"Well, now that everyone is here, I think it's time you found out why Trinity is here Draco." Lord Malfoy says with an annoying air of being better than everyone else is, and if what Draco said is true, I am of higher social standing than he is, so I don't see how he can talk that way to me.

"Yes, quite right. Sit down everyone."

I go to point out that there are no chairs, but my father flicks his wand and six comfy-looking chairs appear out of thin air, so I close my mouth and gracefully – well I'm trying to be graceful – sit down. I copy my mother and Narcissa, and cross my ankles and place my hands in my lap. I am determined to make a good impression, even if it's just because of Draco.

I notice the Dark Lord's eyebrows rise slightly and remember that he's a legimens. Oh damm, know he knows how I feel about Draco; I bite my lip and wait for him to drop the bomb.

"Well, I think it's high time that you found out what our… plans… are for you Trinity." His deliberate pause before and after 'plans' doesn't do much to calm my nerves, what the name of all things magical are they planning to do with me? It had better not hurt.

"Don't worry Trinity, you will be just fine. Ever since Draco was born there has been a binding magical contract between the Malfoys and the Casso Vincis. This contract was made by your parents to protect you and Draco from me. I could just simply tell you what the contract said, but I would prefer to show you. If Draco and yourself would just step over here," he motioned to a alcove in the wall, "and I will let you see Lucius' memory of that day, just over sixteen years ago."

He rose and proceeded to the stone basin in the alcove, Draco and I following him. He drew his wand from his robes and prodded the swirling liquid in the basin, it's a pensive, I've read all about them but this is the first one if actually seen.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Then lean over it and let yourself be sucked in. I will meet you in there. Ladies first."

I lean forward and press my nose to the cool liquid, then there is a giant lurch and the room seems to throw me into the basin. I fall forward and into the memory.

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"Congratulations Lord Malfoy, you have a lovely baby boy. Do you wish to see him now?" The house-elf that announced the birth was a scrawny creature, dressed in a tea towel.

"Yes, I'll be right through Servile, how is Narcissa?"

"Lady Malfoy is tired, but she is otherwise well. Sir."

"Very good. I'll see them now then." Lucius walked through the door that the elf had come through.

The Dark Lord, Draco and myself followed him.

Narcissa was sitting in the bed, with a bundle of blankets in her arms.

"Isn't he beautiful Lucius? Our baby."

A look of utter adoration filled Lucius' face, "He's amazing." He smiled down at his son, cradling him in his arms.

"What are we going to call him Lucius?"

Without a seconds hesitation Lucius answered "Draconis Lucius Adonis Malfoy."

Narcissa smiled up at her husband. "A perfect name for a perfect child. You had better call Thalia and Andrew, they will need to know, so that we can put the plan into action."

Lucius nodded, handed Draco to his mother and left the room.

The room swirled, and became a sitting room. Narcissa was sitting on a couch with Draco in her arms and Lucius next to her. My parents were sitting opposite them, my mother looking about five months pregnant.

"We think it would be the safest option, you are about to 'disappear' this would keep you connected to the wizarding world. If Draco and your first-born daughter are contracted to marry, then we will be giving them both the strongest protection we can offer. If they are married, they will both own everything that we leave them in the event of our deaths before they turn seventeen." Lucius argued

"Lucius, we are quite aware of that law, but I still don't want to put this weight upon my daughter. It would be cruel, she isn't even born yet and you wish me to do this?"

"Andrew, I know how hard it is, I don't want to do this to Draco either, but it is for their protection." Narcissa soothed.

"Fine. I agree, but only for her protection. I will not have my child fall foul of a Malfoy!"

"FALL FOUL OF A Malfoy? What is that supposed to mean?" Lucius leapt to his feet and screamed in anger.

"Calm down, sweetie, I'm sure he doesn't mean any offence. Do you Andrew?" Narcissa said pointedly.

"I don't want anything happening to my, as of yet, unborn baby daughter, I want the best for her. She is my child!"

"We understand perfectly Andrew, and you can rest easy, as a Malfoy your daughter will have the best that money can buy, and more. Do not worry yourselves, she will be perfectly safe." Narcissa once again took control, and reduced Lucius and Andrew to silence.

"Right then Narcissa, we will see you in a few days or so to have the papers signed, I'm sure Andrew could pick them up when he's at work one day."

"Of course dear. I'll floo you to arrange something, let me show you out. Andrew, Lucius, are you coming, or are you just going to sit there glaring at one another?"

The ladies giggled at their own private joke, as their respective husbands rose and, still glaring, followed them out of the room.

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I felt the room swirl again, but instead of moving to a different place, I found myself back in the, actually, where were we. Oh never mind, I'm back here anyway so lets get down to asking questions, like why the hell do I have to marry Draco?

I open my mouth to speak, but the Dark Lord silences me with his hand. He motions for us to sit, so I sink gracefully into my seat again. This is unreal; I can't marry Draco, what will everyone at school think? What will Harry and Ron say? They'll kill me!

"I'm sure that wont be necessary Trinity, I don't think they will want to kill you. You are their friend after all, if they want to kill you they can't be very loyal friends, can they?"

He has a point, but still, I don't want to put that kind of pressure on them. I don't want them to have to choose me and Draco, or nothing at all. That's mean, they are my friends. I can't do that to them.

"Now, Trinity, I'm sure you have some questions for me and your parents. Do you?"

"Why… when… and what about me being resorted?" I have more questions; these are the most important ones at the moment.

"Why – originally for your protection. But now, because the contract that your parents and Draco's parents signed was magically binding, you and Draco must be married by the time you turn sixteen or something bad will happen. No one knows what, because no one has ever been stupid enough to try and break a magical contract. Which leads us on to when. It will be after Draco's sixteenth and before yours. At the time of your marriage, or bonding, you will both become, in the eyes of the law, of-age wizards. This means you will both be able to practice magic outside of school, and own property. That is the main reason why you were originally contracted to marry."

"If I had killed Draco's or your parents, or both sets of adults, you would still own all your own property, and no one would be able to contest it. It was to keep your family names alive really." That's a hell of a lot of information to absorb in one sitting. Even Professor Binns doesn't drone on that much, but I suppose it concerns me directly, so I'd better remember it.

"As for you being resorted." my mother said, "it will happen, but we can't be sure if you will move houses or not, you probably will as we" she gestured to herself and Dad, "were both in Slytherin, so technically, so should you. That's not always how it works, but nine out of ten times it is the case."

"Right, so the wedding will be sometime between…" I try to work it out in my head, if Draco's birthday is June fifth, and my birthday is September nineteenth, then it has to be some time in… July, August, or September "June and September of… this year?"

"Yes honey, your wedding will be sometime in the next few months. We have so much to do though; there's the cake, the dress, the guest list, the decorations, the party, and the actual ceremony. We have to get started right away." Narcissa gushed. I stared at her in disbelief, I have just found out that I am marrying Draco Malfoy, and all she cares about is simple things like that. I don't know what these purebloods do all day, but it must be boring if they get that worked up about a wedding.

"Trinity! Don't scowl like that. You look simply awful! This wedding is a big deal; you are going to become some-what a celebrity, once word gets out about who you really are, the press will be all over this. You can't go getting seen scowling like that in public!" my mother frets too much. Far too much.

"Don't worry mum, I won't let anyone except close friends and relatives see anything other than a perfect young lady." I say sarcastically. This sarcasm is wasted on my mother and Narcissa, who don't even pick up on it.

"That's the sprit dear. Now we must get our event planner here right away, we have some serious planning to do. But right now, you and Draco need to get to know each other a little bit better."

Narcissa, Lucius, the Dark Lord and my parents all rose, and left the room, leaving Draco and I alone together, again.

"So… it seems like we're getting married then." I asked tentatively.

"I guess it does." He said, his voice not showing any emotion.

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Pixie: Did you like? Didn't you like? R+R please.

Draco: You are an evil, evil, evil, evil... two hours later ... evil, bitch. I don't want to marry the mudblood, got it? I - do - not - want -to - marry- her. Ok?

Hermione: Look, Draco, the story is already in motion, you can't stop it now. Just sit back and ignore it.

Pixie: Bye bye, feed the little purple button, R+R etc, you know the drill. Flames will be used to heat my room; it's too cold in here.