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Obediently, the house elf disappears with a crack. He closes the door, the lock clicking and steps closer to her. Closer, closer and closer until their faces were a few inches apart. His grey eyes penetrated her dark brown eyes. Her insides recoiled slightly and she takes a step back. He takes a step closer every time she steps back until; her back met a dead end, the wall. Her eyes widen with fear as the one in front raises a hand and caresses her cheek softly. With an evil smile on his face.

"Relax. I just want to get to know you better,"

She closes her eyes, not wanting to see what he would do to her. Unconsciously she held her breath, unwilling to smell the scent of her captor's son. Laughter came into her ears, his laughter, the reason she's here. Days of eating poorly and being put at the receiving end of the Cruciatus curse every time she dared to disobey had made her weak. The weakness became more apparent to her at the moment. She opens her eyes when the laughter stopped but it fluttered close as her knees weaken and the room became dark, missing the question he had just asked.

Draco's eyes devour every inch of her face and were not surprised to find fear in her eyes. He would be surprised if Lucius hadn't inflicted numerous Dark curses at her and also physically harmed her. The incident at the dining hall had been proof to the reason for the multi bruises on her face. The way she flinched when his hand softly makes contact with her cheek told him that the pain is more than what she had shown through her eyes.

When she closes her eyes, Draco couldn't stop the laughter from tumbling out of his mouth. Heck. He knew that most of the female population of Hogwarts had found his gaze intoxicating but never had he met someone who won't look into his grey eyes. He clears his throat when her eyes reopen.

"What's your name?"

He had expected an answer from her or probably a blow up like the way she had responded to Lucius but definitely didn't expect her to faint. Before she could fall to the floor, Draco's seeker reflexes kick in and he quickly caught her in his arms. He was slightly shocked at the lightness of her body. Trust Lucius not to feed someone torture them and expect them to act like the sun rises from him.

With the girl in his arms, Draco looks around, debating whether to lay her on the sofa or his bed. The sofa may be uncomfortable but it is the much less scandalous option. The bed, however, with its top quality eiderdown and pillows were way more comfortable and the better choice but... if she wakes up with him over her( making sure that she's alright and not doing anything that his father would approved of!) that will probably lead to her misreading the situation.

If any of the house elves had been present at that time, they would have assumed that their young master had lost it. They would have also quickly alerted their mistress of her son's odd behavior. You see, Draco had spent the previous five minutes, standing in the middle of his room with his 'gift' in his arms. Every few moment, he would make a move for the sofa but stops halfway and retreated back to the bed. The same thing will happen when he makes a move to his bed, he will retreat back to his original spot.

If it wasn't for the knock on his door, Draco would have repeated the routine for the rest of the night or until fatigue takes over.

Narcissa Malfoy knocks on her son's door before twisting the knob. She had been to the guest room and found it unoccupied and that had made her feel uneasy. Surely her son won't do anything but being the son of Lucius Malfoy had left some traits in him and most of them were something she's not proud of. Her heart had been thumping against her chest all the way to her son's bedroom. What curse should she use if she finds him doing things she wouldn't approve of?

Narcissa shudders at the thought of Lucius' gift when he was elected as Head Boy. Their seventh year were spent with him boasting about the gift, as he used to refer her, like she's an items and not human! Narcissa had pitied the girl and had a hand in releasing the girl earlier than she was supposed to, which was supposed to be on Lucius' wedding day. Lucius was livid when the girl got released from his grasp a month before his wedding with Narcissa.

"Come in,"

Draco sighs with relief when he saw the blonde woman coming in.

"Mother, she fainted," he continues hastily seeing the look of accusation on his mother's face, "I didn't do anything at all. I was asking what her name is and then she just fainted! I didn't even touch her!"

Okay. That was a tiny white lie. He only touched her cheek and nowhere else lower than that. Not like there was a chance to. Draco put on an innocent look on his face that he knew his mother always bought.

"Put her on your bed. I'm going to heal her. Go and find some clean clothes for her," Narcissa orders.

Draco quickly laid the body in his arms on his bed and steps back, giving way to his mother who had taken out her wand. The fact that his mother is capable in healing bruises and minor injures was well known among the followers of Voldemort. Sometimes, Death Eaters will flock to the Malfoy Manor to be healed after a battle with Aurors, which they, the evil side will always lose.

"Draco, the clothes?"

Narcissa looks over her shoulder, slightly annoyed at her son for not completely following her orders.

"Sure, I'll go get them,"

Draco walks out of his room and closes the door and turns left, towards his dressing room. Yes, Draco Malfoy has his own dressing room, as big as his bedroom. The walls are lined with mirrors that will say, "My, my, someone's looking hot today" and " You should be arrest for being too handsome," whenever Draco gets near one. At the far corner of the room, taking up the whole wall, is his wardrobe, organized according to type of attire and color of course.

He rummages through his clothes, looking for something comfortable and will fit her well. This proved to be a quite hard task because most of his clothes are two sizes too big for her. Okay, how about one of his old clothes, from two years ago or so. After searching fro a few minutes, Draco finally found a pair of black sweatpants and a dark green sweater that he thinks will fit her. Smirking to himself, Draco finds the thought of his 'gift' wearing his old clothes quite amusing.

She opens her eyes and finds a pair of blue eyes looking at her with concern. The woman from the dining hall, the wife to her captor, the only who had shown kindness to her. She tries to sit up but the woman held her down with a hand on her.

"Don't try to get up. You have to lie down and stay in this bed for the rest of the night or the healing charms won't work."

It was only the kindness in Narcissa's voice that made her lie down again on the bed. When she had waked up, she noticed that the pain that she has suffered for days had receded to a dull throb. The next thing she notices was her attire. They were no longer the torn and dirty clothes but a pair of sweatpants and a warm sweater, made from the finest fabric. A movement from the end of the bed told her that the son is standing there, looking at her with a straight face, no expression at all. His grey eyes wander over her entire person, from her face to her toes. It was when a smirk, just like Lucius' appears on his face, did she shiver, not out of cold but fear.

Draco crosses his arms across his chest, looking at the stirring figure in his bed. When she had waked up, she tried to sits up but as usual his mother with her controlling but kind manner had made her lie back down. Draco finds himself unable to stops his eyes from wandering to her face. Before, the bruises on her face had made it hard for him to really see her face but now that his mother had made them disappears, he found himself unwillingly praising his father for his good taste in women. His grey orbs take note of her dark eyes, her high cheekbones, how the tan color of her skin looks well with her raven hair and pinkish lips. Once again he finds himself thinking with a smirk on his face of what his father had said, your gift will be pleasurable.

Narcissa let out a breath of relief when the girl finally woke up after an hour she fainted. Her sharp eyes caught the sudden look of fear and discomfort on her face and instincts told her that it had something to do with her son. She turns around and caught him staring at the bed occupant with a smirk on his angelic face.

"Draco! I thought I told you not to make, urm...what's your name dear?" she looks back at the girl. The girl coughs before answering,

"It's Anya,"

Narcissa turns back to her son with a stern look on her face.

"Not to make Anya feel uncomfortable and it doesn't help if you keep staring at her with that smirk on your face after she's been through a rough bout, thanks to your father."

"I wasn't staring at her! I was just thinking..." Being a Slytherin had taught him to be sly and this had led to a talent of making up excuses, "Where should I sleep tonight if she's in my bed? I'm not going to sleep in the guest room." God. That went well, making himself sounds like a spoiled brat in front of his mother.

'Don't worry. I'll sleep in the guest bedroom," Anya made a move to get up from the bed but Narcissa held her down. Her eyes flash with anger at her son.

"You will stay here Anya. I told you that you have to stay here so the healing charms will work. Draco will simply have to sleep on the sofa,"

"What? I can't sleep on the sofa!" If he was 7 years younger, Draco would had been on the edge of throwing one of his tantrums but now, as future Head Boy and as a Malfoy, Draco will have to sustain to asking questions that will make him look more like a spoilt child by the minute.

"Then you will have to sleep in the guest room then,' Narcissa stands up and gently looks at Anya with a motherly look.

"Just sleep Anya and I'll come and see you tomorrow before breakfast," she continues when she notice the uneasy glance Anya threw towards her son's direction. Narcissa patted her hand. "Don't worry Anya. Draco won't do anything. Won't you, Draco?"

She stressed the last part of her sentence while looking at her son. After hearing her son mumbling a hasty yes, Narcissa left the room, to her own bedroom, to her husband, who she needs some talking to about their son's gift. Honestly, her husband had made lots of stupid decisions but this must be one of the worst. Narcissa shakes her head at her husband's attempt to relive the Malfoy's tradition.

The moment the door shut after Narcissa, Anya rolls over, facing the closed window and quickly falls asleep, oblivious to the other person in the room. Yet, before her eyes admit defeat to sleep she couldn't help worrying about spending the night in the same room with Draco, her owner.

Draco rolls his eyes when he saw the girl sleeping peacefully in bed, his bed in fact. He plops down on the sofa and cushioned his head with a pillow that he had grabbed from his bed while mumbling about how unfair his mother is. Within minutes, he drifted off to his favorite dream, involving catching the snitch before Potter and being voted Hogwarts' hottest guy. By the time, the clock struck twelve; the only sound that could be heard is the slow yet steady breathing of Anya and Draco.

Anya opens her eyes, feeling the early morning sunlight on her face. For a while, she had forgotten where she is but her attention was focus towards the open window (with no doubt a house elf had open) and the sunlight streaming in, showing a beautiful view of the grounds. The peace in her quickly disappears when she notice the strong arm around her waist pulling her closer to its owner. So close, that she could hear the person's breathing.

(A/N Personally, I think this is a not so good chapter because I kind of struggled through it. I woke up this morning and found my inbox with reviews! Goodie! I would like to thank

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