Disclaimer:
Harry Potter and co. belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do own
Blaine, Blaire and family though.
A/N: From Blaire's perspective. I don't have a Beta, so there are
probably a million mistakes. (If you want to Beta this, e-mail me at
starlitevixen@hotmail.com) Um, that's it I guess.
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…Blaire's Dream Flashback…
Her mother sat at her vanity, carefully applying her makeup.
"Mummy? Why do you do that?" the little girl asked curiously.
Her mother smiled, "Blaire, darling, Mummy has to look pretty for Daddy,
because he's taking her out to dinner at a special restaurant."
"But why do you have to look pretty?"
Now her mother laughed, "So Daddy will love her."
The little girls eyes widened in surprise, "But doesn't Daddy love you anyway
Mommy?"
Her mothers' eyes darkened, and she pulled her little girl close to her, "Baby.
I'm going make sure you marry someone perfect. Someone who'll always take care
of you, even when I'm gone. Someone who isn't filled with silly ideas of a
perfect world, someone who can face reality. Someone who wants nothing to do
with The Dark Lord. And he'll take you away, and love you forever. Just like I
do."
The little girl looked up at her mother, with her big green eyes, "Like Daddy
and you?"
And her mother seemed to brighten again, "Yes love, like Daddy…
…End Blaire's Dream Flashback…
"…Blaire, honey, wake up!" Sounded like my father.
"Oh Heavens Above! Someone do something!" High pitched. My mother.
"She won't wake up!" Panicky. Blaise.
There was no use delaying the inevitable, so I slowly opened my eyes. I heard
everyone around me sigh with relief, though none of them went back to the
party.
"Blaire, what happened? Are you alright?" My mother held her hand to my
forehead, checking for a fever, but I shoved her away, and stood up quickly.
"Don't touch me!"
"Blaire, you have to understand…" she whispered at me, with hurt in her eyes.
"I do not. I can't believe you would do this. Do you not see how—"
"One would think that it would be considered a gift. A blessing," Lucius cut
in, with malice in his voice. "To be the bride of Our Lord is the ultimate
privilege to any of his loyal servants."
I quickly realized that the entire party was staring at me, most of them
looking suspicious. I could just imagine what they were thinking. 'Any other
young girl would be proud. It's enough to make you question her
loyalty."
"Well, if course it's a privilege. I was talking about the fact that this was
kept a secret from me. I don't like feeling as though my life is being run by
the people around me." I needed to regain myself, if word traveled to the Dark
Lord of my reaction, there would be repercussions.
The party did not last much longer after that, and I soon found myself back at
the front door of the Mansion. "Thank you so much, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. This
was a wonderful party." I tried to sound gracious, though I'm sure I only
succeeded in sounding bitter.
Narcissa smile and Lucius nodded, and then turned to say goodbye to my parents.
I glanced at Malfoy, who was lounging by the stairs, "G'bye."
For a minute, I thought I saw a look of pity cross his face, but it was gone
before I could tell, and he nodded, "See you."
