Chapter Three: Domination

Draco woke up that morning due to the sudden light that filled the room. He was covered in cold sweat because of the terrifying dream he had. He sat up and rubbed the sleeping dust from eyes. He shivered slightly and looked up, that's when he froze. Persephone was standing before him, her hands securely in the pockets of the jeans she was wearing. She also had a black tank top on and an old pair of his trainers. Her hair was back up in that high ponytail too. Levitating next to her was a breakfast tray filled with toast, eggs, tea, orange juice and cereal. Draco felt sick just looking at it. His stomach felt too weak to eat a full breakfast. He pulled the duvet up from wear it laid on his hips, feeling self conscious that he was naked beneath the sheets.

Persephone laughed and pointed her wand at the tray. She guided it to Draco's lap, were it set down gently. She then shoved her hands and her wand back into her pockets. "Eat up, Draco. I made that especially for you," she grinned.

"I didn't really expect someone like you to be able to cook," Draco murmured, his mouth half full of buttered toast and jam.

"I love cooking. It's one of my favourite Muggle past-times."

Draco chuckled, "How did you fit you wand in that pocket?"

Persephone shrugged before sitting down on the chair next to Draco's desk. "Undetectable Extension Charm; tricky but handy. Especially with these Muggle clothes, I have never worn anything so loose fitting with such small pockets in my life."

"Where did you get the clothes from?"

"Narcissa offered to go down to the nearest shop and buy me a set of clothes. I agreed, but felt guilty for letting her spend money on me. So I'm going to be helping clean and tidy around the house, for pocket money… Well, until I find my key for my vault at Gringotts. I haven't got a clue where that little sucker has gone."

Draco forced down two eggs at once, followed by a few gulps of orange juice. Persephone would have been alarmed if she saw anyone eat like that, but because she had prepared the meal, she was just glad that he was enjoying it. Draco realised that he was a lot hungrier that he thought he'd had been and had only felt sick because of how hungry he was.

"God, don't your parents feed you?" Persephone raised her eyebrows at the empty tray. She brought out her wand once he had finished and pointed it at the tray. It lifted off his lap and vanished.

"No, I feed myself when I have the time," he said.

She nodded once, "Right, get changed into robes," she paused and pulled out a small book from her pocket, "You have duelling lessons today, then me and you are going shopping." Persephone grinned before skipping out of the room. The door closed tight a couple of seconds after she left.

Draco stood up and brushed his hand through his hair. He felt like he had just run one hundred miles and then ate a horse, which put together wasn't a very nice feeling. His heart was on a rampage to burst out of his chest again. He shook his head and sighed. He quickly changed into his duelling robes before picking up his wand from where he had chucked it earlier that morning and left the room.

Of course, neither his mother nor father was home. He never really knew where they went most of the time, but he believed it to be somewhere important. He walked down the stairs and found Persephone sitting in the drawing room writing a letter, exactly where his mother had been writing earlier. He walked in silently and sat down opposite her; she didn't appear to notice his presence. He watched her write, but was unable to understand her handwriting because it was upside down to him.

He watched her carefully sign her name at the bottom before dropping her quill and rolling up the parchment. She tied it carefully to the tabby owl's leg. "Professor Albus Dumbledore; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," She said to the owl before it took off out the open window.

"What was that about?" Draco asked her.

"I want to resume my place at Hogwarts; I can't really expect to get anywhere in life without my O.. Sure, I can use nonverbal spells; produce the three unforgivable curses; I am trained in Occlumency and Legilimency, but what use is all that without some kind of academic proof? I can't get a job without my O. so I might as well resume my place...Kind of… I'm asking if I can just skip on to forth year though."

Draco couldn't help but to be impressed. How did she know all of this? Hogwarts never trained students in Occlumency and Legilimency; so there was probably no way she could have learned it there. Why did she even need to know the unforgivable curses? Only Death Eaters and Aurors needed to be able to produce them. But then again, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Sure, Persephone would be taught these things by her mother, who was a trained Auror. She needed to be taught how to defend herself, and just so happened to be very good at it.

"I don't know how well I am at Legilimency now right enough. I might have lost my touch after so long of not practicing. I have never been use the spell nonverbally so I can't secretly invade people's minds, which is kind of useless."

"Try me," Draco smiled, wanting to impress her. He placed his elbow on the table, and rested his chin on his hand, leaning closer to her.

"Really? You don't mind? I mean, I will know everything, every emotion you have felt, all of your memories and every thought that you have every thought of. Unless, that is, if you have enough emotional control to block me," Persephone explained her grin faded and she bit down on her bottom lip. She also placed her elbow on the table, and rested her own chin on her hand, so there were less than a few inches between their faces.

"I don't mind," he said absently, wanting her to know what she had done to him in the past twelve hours. It was absurd. His father had called it love. Was this really love, what he felt for her? He had fallen head over heels for this girl, who didn't really understand what exactly she was doing to him. She had done this to plenty of other men and teenagers, but none them had fallen for her, unlike Draco, who had fallen so quickly.

"Sure?" Persephone pulled her wand out from her pocket and pointed it at Draco's face. Draco nodded once, a knot was tying itself in his stomach and he found himself unable to come to words.

"Legilimens," she murmured.

Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head. He found himself watching his father beat him for letting Hermione Granger beat him in school exams and how Gryffindor won the house cup in first year. He had tried his hardest not to cry, but a tear rolled down his cheek, which infuriated his father even more. Draco had felt so angry with Hermione after that. He even let himself become insulted if she were to even talk to him. The time when he called Hermione a mud blood filled his mind and then after that, in third year, when he cowered before Hermione's wand. He watched himself, shaking his head at that mistake. He should have brought out his own wand and challenged her to a duel, instead of letting her take charge. He felt Persephone ravage through every thought and memory in his head. He was taken back to an even sooner memory than before. It was when he laid his head against her chest to listen to her heartbeat. He remembered that racing sound that filled his ear, telling him that the girl wasn't dead. He remembered feeling the icy cold locket on her chest. He remembered her bellowing to him to Parseltongue for touching the pendant.

After that, she watched his emotions throughout last night. Persephone was shocked when she realised what she had been doing to him. No one had ever fallen in love with her before. She had always enjoyed flirting and playing with boys' heartstrings, but usually they forgot about her once she had ignored them for a few hours. But there was something different about Draco. Something in him behind all his lies and bluffs. He wasn't really the bully he pretended to be. There was something pure about him, not just because of his blood status, no. There was something more. Something that she had never seen a boy before; something she couldn't explain, something that she had never seen before, full stop.

She coaxed herself easily from his mind, so he wouldn't notice that she wasn't going through every layer of his brain anymore. His eyes were closed now, but she was pretty sure that his irises and pupils were still at the back of his head. She slid her wand gently back into her pocket. She then placed her hand gently on his cheek. She felt the sharp point of his cheekbone. She placed her fingers under his jaw so that her palm was on his cheekbone. Persephone closed her eyes, and quickly, but gently pressed her lips against his.

Draco froze at the feeling of something soft against his lips. He opened his eyes once the sensation was lifted from his lips. Persephone was leaning so close to him; their noses were just about touching. Draco watched Persephone's strange irises for a second; just because they were catlike, or snake-like, didn't really change anything about her over all appearance. You could barley notice them if you were having a casual conversation with her. After a few moments, Draco pressed his lips onto Persephone's. The kiss became more and more urgent. Persephone's hand were caressing Draco's neck and her other hand was knotted tightly in his hair, stopping him from backing away. Draco's had his knuckle gently sweeping her cheek over and over, as he fought for domination of the kiss.

Lucius, ironically enough was about to step into the drawing room after he and Narcissa had gone to Gringotts to get some wizard money from their vault and then convert it into Muggle money. Then they had to put that money into a Muggle bank account to make them look less suspicious. Some things in life needed to be handled the Muggle way, especially when the Muggle government start sending out bills. Lucius was holding one of the letters the postman had delivered earlier and was about to step into the drawing room to write out a check. He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the two young people leaning over the desk, kissing passionately. He smirked at the sight of them. This had been exactly what he wanted to happen. "Excellent," he murmured as he silently closed the door of the drawing room.