"Can I be straight with you?" Draco spun around and looked at Pansy. He stepped back and forgot what he was saying to admire her beauty. She wore a long black, lace embroidered dress.

"Have you ever sugar coated the truth before, because if so I'd like to know so I can document it." She giggled, "On a serious note you should come back soon and get dressed, the Dark Lord is coming tonight, and we need to be ready."

"Yeah, I felt it." Draco couldn't stop staring at her. The wind picked up and her hair blew into her face, which made her laugh like an angel as she pushed it out of the way gracefully.

"Well what's wrong Draco?" She stepped toward him and took his hand.

"I'm sorry I was lost in how amazing you look." He murmured, but of course Pansy thought this was a ploy.

"Draco, what is it?" She shook his hand gently.

"My Aunt came by to discuss the wedding and other plans." He started to walk down the beach.

"So? I knew she would be jumping on the plans, I'm surprised your mother hasn't stopped by though, with my dress."

"The wedding wasn't really what we talked about." Draco stopped walking. He had to do it he just had to tell her, "We have to have a baby."

"Why?" Draco looked at her, he didn't expect that to be her first question.

"For the Dark Lord."

Pansy stared at him. Her eyes were full of some sort of emotion that he could not decipher. Her eyes finally fell back down towards the sand; she turned and gestured for him to follow her. They headed towards the house. Her hands were clutching her dress tightly, so tightly that he could her knuckles turning white.

"What are you thinking?"

"The only thing I am thinking is that for the first time in my life I don't feel lucky to be who I am."

"We're supposed to feel lucky-and honored-"

"We are not our parents. Draco we're an experiment. We're the enemy now, we're not children anymore, and there is nothing we can do about it." Her words finalized the matter.

"Are you upset?" The words came out of Draco's mouth so fast that he didn't even have a second to hear how dumb they were.

"I don't have time to be. After all these years of bitching I'm starting to think the real problems don't get to me anymore. I think I'd be more upset if I saw some sort of light at the end of the tunnel."

Draco shivered. A gust of wind went through his body. He was here or very close. Pansy grabbed his hand, feeling the same as he. She murmured, "All I see is dark…"

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Draco and Pansy sat quietly in the parlor waiting to the Dark Lord to arrive. Draco hated his robes, they were so heavy. He tried to roll up the sleeves but they were dreadfully long and would always fall right back down. Pansy seemed exhausted. Her head lolled to one side, allowing her bangs to fall directly in her face. He wanted so badly to brush it out of her face. Then she would look flawless. He didn't though; he just sat and watched her head fall from one side to another a few more times. Then a great pain came over his body and the air in his lungs felt cold. They both stood up next to each other…waiting. Any minute now he would be in their presence, in their minds looking for any sign of deceit. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle hurried down the stairs and stood on the other side of Draco.

Finally it happened. The doors and windows blew open with a cold air and many dark figures began to appear in the room. Draco felt his throat close and his skin turn to ice. In front of them stood the Dark Lord, Fenrir Greyback, Bellatrix, and Lucius. They all looked cross, except for the Dark Lord who looked exceptionally happy, or maybe just insane. Draco and everyone in line with him bowed to the Dark Lord and followed him into the dining room. They sat after he did, watched, and waited until he spoke.

"You all look so young." He licked his lips in a creepy way, "I assume you've been told your duties. Lucius, do you have something to say? You seem to be writhing in your seat." His red eyes flicked to Lucius.

"I was only wondering when they will be receiving their marks, my lord."

"Ah yes. Let's do it at Christmas, with the rest of the events." Draco stared down the table at him. He felt Pansy grab his hand underneath the table.

"My lord, what do you suggest we do about the press?" Bellatrix eyes glimmered with passion as she stared down at the creature at the end of the table.

"I see nothing horrible about one wedding." Pansy's hand gripped Draco's tighter as the Dark Lord sneered down at her, "You'll look lovely in white my dear."

"Thank you my lord." Pansy bowed her head.

The meeting seemed to go on for hours after this. None of it really concerned them but when Bellatrix finally came out and told Blaise, Goyle, and Crabbe that they too were getting married, all the color drained out of their faces and they could only nod in acknowledgment. Draco listened to his father's drawl and rant about killing the dirty blooded witches. He felt his anger rising. Why must he be trapped in this situation? In this life? Finally the Dark Lord rose from his seat. He didn't say anything, but turned and burst into puff of smoke and fire. Lucius scowled at Bellatrix.

"Must you always fuss over the details? Our Lord has more pressing issues!"

"Oh hush Lucius; let's go before 'Cissy gets hysterical." Bella ignored Lucius anger and walked over to Draco, "I'll send your mother your love, dear." She hugged him with her boney arms and then apparated with Lucius.

Draco watched Blaise sink back down into his seat. He was mortified.

"C'mon mate, marrying Daphne won't be that bad." Draco walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I wanted to go out, live a different life after school. Now that will never happen...."

"He's right. You are right Blaise, but we're trapped here so we have to just fucking get it done with and make the best of it." Pansy's cold voice made the hairs on the back of Draco's neck stand up.

"Schools tomorrow, we should pack." Draco quickly changed the subject so he wouldn't have to deal with Pansy's uprising anger, or so he thought.

"Easy for you! I'll bet you all the money in the world that some idiot photographer and journalist will be waiting at the train to talk to us." Pansy stood up and pulled her dress high over her ankles so she could storm towards him, "Marry you? Fine! Gladly infact, but ask me to have a baby before I even graduate? How am I going to explain any of this at school Draco?" Her voice was cracking in frustration.

"It will all be taken care of."

"Or so they tell us! All you get is a ring on your finger and a mark on your arm. What do I get?" Pansy quickly charged up the stairs and slammed their bedroom door.

"Oh and we have babies too? Wonderful." Crabbe wiped some sweat off his forehead and leaned against the wall.

"Who do think I'll be married to Draco?" Goyle barely whispered his question.

"I don't know mate. How many other pureblood families do we know with daughters?" Draco flicked his fingers and a black cigarette appeared.

"Loads, but many don't even school with us. You know what, I'm- I'm going to bed. Night." Goyle trudged out of the room.

"Same." Blaise exited and Crabbe soon followed. This left Draco smoking in the parlor by himself.