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August was coming to a close quicker than Thayer ever could have imagined. She was fifteen and about to begin her fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Her father had told her she was like him that past summer, and she knew it was true. Her father had killed Cedric Diggory, and Thayer knew she should feel something.
Revulsion.
Guilt.
Sadness.
Something.
But she mostly thought it was inconvenient. His death, and Harry Potter, were all anyone ever talked about. She'd grown up with everyone talking about Harry Potter.
But this was just annoying.
He was a teenager, he'd never done anything of real significance and he could have just died some other way during the Triwizard tournament, but no, one mention of Voldemort and suddenly no one knows how to shut their mouths.
But she pretended like it didn't bother her, like she was concerned for Cedric's family and wished them the best. Blah, blah, blah.
She didn't care.
She missed Draco. Her best friend. She missed making fun of the hufflepuffs with him, and poking fun at the mudbloods when the teachers weren't paying attention.
Thayer had never met the Lestrange's, she had heard things about them though. She knew that hey had tortured people to get information for her father, she knew that they had escaped from Azkaban prison when she was thirteen and she knew they were extremely loyal to her father. Thayer wished she didn't have to attend the death eater meeting that was coming up. She had no interest in swearing allegiance to her father, she only wanted to reap the rewards of being his daughter, not carry his mark. She huffed and pouted as the rest of the death eaters began arriving at Lestrange Manor. She sat at the head of the long table along the side of her father, her mother on her right and shivering with freight. Thayer rolled her eyes at her mother, annoyed. There wasn't anything to be afraid of, he wouldn't hurt them. Though she was sure her father couldn't love, she knew that the idea of blood meant a great deal to him, and while he could never love her as her mother did, he wouldn't hurt her.
She watched with a bored expression as the death eaters filed into the hall until she caught he swish of long platinum hair. She looked up and saw a man, tall and handsome with cruel eyes stand beside a woman with a evilly pretty face and a tall handsome boy, almost as tall as the man, with short platinum hair. He looked apprehensive as he gazed around the room, before his eyes landed on Thayer.
Draco.
"Ah, Lucius." Her father greeted. "I believe your son knows my daughter, Thayer." He said, gesturing towards her. The man clapped Draco on the back and smiled proudly.
"I wasn't aware she was your daughter my lord, but my Draco speaks very fondly of her." Draco blushed as he avoided her gaze, glaring at the floor.
"Father." Thayer said quickly. "Can Draco and I go outside? I'm sure we're not needed here and he is my only friend, I haven't spoken to him in ages." Her father regarded her for a moment before a smile graced his thin lipped face and he nodded once.
"Of course." Thayer stood from the table quickly and almost ran towards her friend, grabbing him round the arm and pulling him toward the open door.
The Lestranges had a large back garden, which was oddly beautiful considering the people who's home it was. The grass was filled with wild flowers and it overlooked an ocean coast, Thayer didn't say a word to Draco as she pulled him toward the shore, only stopping when they were as far from the house as they could be, and plopped down into the sand, her long black skirt swishing as she sat.
"So," She said, looking a him from the corner of her eye. "Your parents are death eaters again."
"That's how you start this conversation off?" He asked coldly, silver eyes all glare. She noticed his voice had changed.
"Fine." She said stubbornly. "My father is the Dark Lord and your parents are Death Eaters again."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "I thought I was your only real friend." he said snidely, his face sneering. Her dark eyes turned stormy as she glared back at him.
"I thought he was dead, and then it came to light that he.. wasn't. I didn't know how to tell you and if you'd told me your parents were Death Eaters again maybe I would have." she bit back.
"It's not exactly something I can just say. It's not my secret to tell." he said.
"Yeah? Well it wasn't mine either!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" She huffed and crossed her arms, turning away from him. "Fighting is getting us nowhere." she muttered.
"Truce?" he asked.
"Truce." She conceded as she turned back to him. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "You're different." she stated.
"Different how?" he asked.
"Just different." she couldn't put a finger on it.
"So are you." he said suddenly. "Different." The look he gave her made her feel strange, and she looked away toward the sea as she felt her cheeks grow hot. "So what's it like?" he asked her after some time.
"What's what like?"
"Having your father be.. Him." he answered.
"Strange." she said. "I feel powerful, all those people in that room are terrified of him. You are, your father is. Because you all think he'll kill you if you step one toe out of line. He wants to make me happy, if I asked him to kill someone, anyone, he'd do it. He'd find a way. It's a strange, powerful notion." she said wistfully.
"Except Potter." he said, spitting the name out of his mouth like weak tea.
"Except Potter." She said just as angrily. They turned their heads and smiled at each other, and Thayer felt strange again and turned toward the sea.
"Do you think your father would ever kill my parents?" Draco asked.
"He could." she answered honestly. She turned her head toward him and said, "But I'd ask him not to."
"Why?"
"For you." she said, though truthfully she didn't no why. She had no desire to see him hurt and if she could stop him from hurting, she would. But she truly didn't know why. It puzzled her, but she knew she wasn't lying to him when she'd said it, and she knew no matter what, she'd always try and help him.
"Thank you." he said quietly.
She shook her head, feeling silly, and stood from the sand. "It probably wouldn't come to that though. My father likes your family." She told him, dusting sand from her skirt as Draco stood beside her.
"Right." he said, coughing into his hand. She looked at him and furrowed her brow.
"You've gotten much taller." she told him.
He smirked. "You haven't." she kicked sand at his legs and moved to punch his arm, but he caught her wrist. She glared at him.
"Since when are you faster than me?" She asked bitterly. His smirk grew and he tugged her toward his body until her arm was pressed against his chest and she could feel his warmth through his jumper.
"Came with the voice change." He said. When she bent her neck back a bit, she saw his lips, the bottom fuller than the top. She bit her own as she met his eyes. They were the most interesting colour, molten silver, beautiful and luminous and she felt as though she was drowning in his gaze. She didn't know what was coming over her. His eyes darted between her pouty mouth and her dark eyes and she licked her lips, expectant. She knew what she wanted then, as she slithered her free hand up to cup around the base of his neck, pulling his mouth down on hers as the wound her thin pale fingers into his pale hair.
His mouth was warm and electric against hers, he was hesitant but she was demanding. He smelled of fresh linens and tasted of mint and she wanted it all, to consume it and him along with it. Soon she felt her self lowering into the sand, grains of pale rock mixing into her black hair. She felt his body against hers, his knees on either side of her, and his hard chest pressed against her own. She slipped a leg out of her skirt and wrapped it around him, pulling him harder into her body and she heard a low, rumbling moan deep in his throat as she opened her mouth and tasted his tongue. She felt him rock against her and something hard rubbed right where she wanted it most, causing a moan to escape her. She brought both arms around his back, pulling him ever closer, not completely knowing what she wanted until he rocked against her again, and his moan matched her own.
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