Hey look it me! haha ok well here's chapter three! :D sorry it took a while but i recently discovered the awesomeness on Sims2. i had seen an ad about Sims3 and asked my mama to get it for me...and well she bought the wrong one. but that's sooo fine with me! cause i love it! haha anyway i have band camp this week so i wont be uploading for a while. good news though i will bring my lap top with my and try to write on my off time. (why yes band camp is an over night camp.) i get back saturday after noon btw.

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on to the story!!

Chapter Three

With a wave of her wand the rest of her clothes packed themselves neatly into the last of her trunks. She sat down and leaned against the wall of her closet and looked around for what was to be the last time. She was sad to leave; she didn't want to leave. She was only doing this for her mother, only because she had to.

The silence that followed Narcissa statement was so immense that you could have heard a pin drop.

"Of course I will," Colette blurted out against her will. If it was for her mother, she would do anything. Draco agreed.

Narcissa looked pleased and explained in depth about the marriage part of Soraya's will. She had even already set a date: August fourth.

"Of course not this year," Narcissa stated. Colette let out a sigh of relief, August fourth was in a week.

"So we will have your room ready for you in a couple days," Narcissa explained as she and Colette walked back to the fireplace in the foyer.

"My room?" Colette asked startled.

"Oh yes, we'll have you move in right away to get used to the house and they way things work around here. Plus I'll need you around to discuss wedding details and of course there's the matter of the Law to attend to as well…"

"What law?"

"I thought you knew about that one," Narcissa seemed mildly surprised. "The Ministry passed a law that everyone must have three kids, because the Wizarding population was depleted immensely after the war."

"Th-three?!" she was sure glad Draco wasn't in the room any more.

Narcissa smiled and 'of course' and said her goodbye.

"See you soon," Colette said before she vanished in a puff of green flame.

Colette let out a frustrated sigh as her house elf came into the room to take down the last of her trunks, which meant it was time to go.

"Three kids…three kids…three kids," Colette kept repeating to herself, trying to make the two tiny words sound attractive in some way. She didn't even want to imagine having three kids with Draco Bloody Malfoy. She shuddered at the thought.

About and hour passed as she went through her house looking for anything she might have left behind. She knew there was nothing, but she wanted to procrastinate.

She had been right, there was in fact nothing that she had left. But she was getting anxious so she decided to proceeded to the house that she'd live in for the rest of her life.

Colette slowly trudged down the stairs, her fingers trailing on the wall, into her living room where a bag of her, now incredibly small, trunks lie in wait.

"I guess this is goodbye, House," Colette mumbled as she gazed upon her light blue living room. She had always lived here, and will miss it greatly. She slowly picked up the bag and inhaled the sent of her home before she flooed away in a burst of green flame.

"You're getting ash on the carpet," Draco's voice drawled.

Colette scanned the room for Narcissa before replying, "Excuse me," in faux politeness.

"My mother is, unfortunately, not home at this time," he explained rather formally. Colette wrinkled her nose.

"You aren't always going to speak so….proper…are you?" she asked as she dusted herself off.

"Force of habit," he confessed. Colette responded with an "Oh."

"Shall I show you to your room?" he asked smoothly.

"You shall," Colette retorted. Draco held out his arm. "What are you, an escort?"

He smirked and she took it cautiously.

After many twists and turns down different rooms and hallways they finally arrived.

"This is my room," he gestured to a door. They stopped in front of the one right next to his.

"You put me next to you?"

"Of course," he replied with another smirk, and held the door open for her.

The room was a silvery color with maroon curtains and white finishes. In the center of the farthest wall, between two windows, there was a king sized bed. Against the wall to Colette's right there was a cheery desk with pictures of Colette and her mother and father smiling back at herself. She smiled warmly at the picture of her mother and father beaming and sitting happily on a bench in the garden at Colette's old house. Antonin may have killed a lot of people, but he was always kind to his family, he had loved Soraya very much. To the right of the desk was a pair of doors that Colette guessed led to the closet. On Colette's left there was a make-up station, complete with mirror, a book case with a comfortable looking maroon chair and the door that led to the bathroom.

"Like it?"

Colette jumped, she had completely forgotten that he was there.

"Did I scare you?" he asked, she could hear the amusement drip off every word.

Colette snorted. "No," she lied.

"Yeah, ok," he chuckled. "So do you like it?"

Colette couldn't help but answer truthfully. "Yes, I love it," she breathed. "That door," she pointed to the one that led to the bathroom. "Is that the one that…"

"Connects with by bathroom? Yes," he answered.

"Why?"

He shrugged, "I didn't design the house. Mother stayed in this room before she and my father were married."

"Oh," was all Colette said. She wandered over to the foot of the bed and sat herself down on the soft maroon bed covers. She gazed at Draco who was leaning against the door frame. He gazed back.

"Is this what the rest of my life is going to be like?" Colette asked after a long pause.

"What?"

"Us staring at each other…not saying anything," she explained. "It's a little awkward, considering we…dislike each other."

"I've never disliked you," he said. Colette let out an exasperated sigh and fell back onto the bed.

"Well…what ever. It's still awkward."

Draco came over and sat on the side of her bed. "You don't like me."

"No."

There was an awkward pause in the air.

"Do I annoy you?"

"Yes."

"What do I do that annoys you?"

"Everything."

"Does this annoy you?"

Colette was about to ask 'what' when Draco reached out and trailed one finger, softly, from her temple, down her cheek, across her jaw line, and to her chin. For some reason the skin he touched seemed to burn.

It took a minute but Colette finally answered, very quietly, "yes." glanced up at his face, he was annoyed.

"I'll have you yet Dolohov," he said.

I'd like to see you try. She thought sourly.

Over the course of the next few days Colette was either unpacking or talking to Narcissa about the wedding. She was also getting accustomed to the fairly large manor, but still need help getting to meals without getting lost.

Eventually August forth came. Colette and Draco would be married in exactly one year. She'd be Mrs. Colette Malfoy then. The name still sounded off to her.

Colette blinked awake as she was welcomed by the morning sunlight. It was still a light, soft light. Probably sometime around nine in the morning. She lazily turned over and was inches away from her fiancée's face.

She shrieked and jumped backwards, almost falling off the large bed. Draco smirked and sat up facing her. He was wearing dark green running pants with an elastic waistband and a loose white t-shirt. He hadn't even brushed his platinum blonde hair yet, so it hung, disheveled, in his eyes.

"G'morning," he said stifling a snicker. Colette glared at him.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"Wishing you a happy pre-anniversary," he said casually. She slowly went back to a normal sitting position, thankful he wasn't going to do anything…weird. "Nice pajamas by the way…" he said commenting on her tight dark blue camisole and purple plaid pajama pants. She blushed a light pink and glared daggers at him. He looked back at her expectantly.

"Er…yeah. Happy pre-anniversary to you too…" she mumbled, turning a darker shade of pink. "You're weird."

"That's not nice…" he said flirtatiously.

"Don't flirt we me," she ordered, he raised his eyebrows.

"So, fiancée, I was thinking we could go out for our pre-anniversary," Draco said cautiously, as if Colette were an armed bomb that would explode any second.

"G-go out?" she asked skeptically.

"Yeah, nothing much. We got our Hogwarts letters today. I was thinking maybe we could go to Diagon Ally and get our stuff…" He explained. Colette looked at him with an I'd-rather-die look. "Or we could spend the day in my room, together. Your choice."

"Get out! That's it! Get outta my room!" she began hitting him with her pillow.

"Hey, hey!" he protested. She whacked him over and over. Finally he took up arms against her, with a pillow of course, and battled her.

Draco was victorious, he had launched himself toward her and she shoved a pillow in his face, laughing. Draco had never heard her laugh, it sounded like tiny bells.

"Um…Draco?" Colette said awkwardly. He realized he was on top of her and they were only separated by a pillow, their faces inches apart.

He immediately got off, the awkwardness still remained until Colette whacked him with a pillow again.

"That's for assaulting me," she explained innocently.

"Assaulting you? You attacked me with down pillows!" he protested sarcastically. She beamed.

"Only because you made an inappropriate comment…"

"Only because you wouldn't even agree to go with me to Diagon Ally!"

"Only because…" she looked almost upset. Their light mood melted within a matter of seconds.

"What's up Colette?" Draco asked. He couldn't stand tears for some reason, and it seemed to be on the verge of rain on planet Colette.

"It's just…sometimes people recognize me. You know, as a Dolohov…and because of my father, they…well they sorta attack me…" she muttered.

"So you don't trust me?" Draco accused.

Colette looked reproachful, "how do you always take something that's nothing about you and make it all about you?"

"No, what I meant was…well as your fiancée, I'd protect you from harm," he muttered. Draco Malfoy never blushed, ever. But if you asked Colette he had turned the very slightest shade of pink known to wizard kind.

"Well, I do trust you. I…I'm just afraid…" Colette sighed.

"Too bad," he said lightly. "You lost the pillow fight, so your punishment is to go with me to buy school supplies latter today."

"Yeah all right, now seriously get out," she muttered. She didn't want to change with him in her room. It looked, for a minute, like he wouldn't leave. But he did eventually leave.

"Hey," Colette called. Draco turned to her.

"I'm going to need help getting to the dining room for breakfast…" she was pink again. The last thing she had wanted to do was ask him for help…but he would have to do.

Draco smirked.

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