She won't talk to me.

She won't talk to anyone, and I really don't have a right to be mad at her for it...even though I can't stop myself from yelling at her when she doesn't respond to me. I didn't want her to see anything like that. I know she's sensitive and wouldn't be able to handle it well. Especially since it was some one she used to know...someone she used to know well. It wasn't a normal death either. She had to see what we did to him, and that curse my father used was primitive and vulgar, it even repulsed me… and I've seen the worst of things.

I do feel bad about it and I could murder my Father for exposing her to it. Blaise was the idiot who gave Dean enough freedom to escape through the door. I had told both of them to not do anything in front of Ginny if they saw her but they didn't listen to me and now I have to suffer for their mistakes.

I can't stand the blank stares she keeps on giving so to get away from it I finally gave into my mother's letters. I'm on my way to have tea with her. I hate having tea; it's too feminine for my tastes. To just sit around and gossip while holding a flowered cup just seems like a waste of time, if I was being honest.

"Draco," Mother greets me when I enter her blue sitting room. "It's been so long," she says, kissing my cheek.

"Indeed," I answer, still upset over what happened a few days ago.

"Is something wrong?" she asks, me raising a well manicured eyebrow. She is always able to tell when something's wrong with me. "Are you and Ginevra getting along?" she asks, watching me from the corner of her eye.

I hesitate a moment before answering. "She won't talk to me," I confess. Not really looking her in the eye. She's a woman, maybe she could help me. "All she does is sleep and stare out the window."

"Did something happen?" My mother asks carefully. She's seen her own share of violence because of my father's connections. She should know what Ginny's going through.

I look into her beautifully aged face and then I turn away. "One of her friends died," I say honestly, but I refuse to go into details about how he died. My mother doesn't like that kind of thing.

"That's too bad," Mother nods her head and takes a cup of tea from its saucer. "Try to be understanding," she tells me, taking a drink of her tea and setting it back down. "I know you have a habit of making everything about you, but do try to give her some space."

I narrow my eyes at her wording and take my own cup of tea, placing it down before taking a drink. I actually hate tea. "That's what I've been doing. She won't even look at me when I enter the room."

"She sounds depressed, Draco." She watches me closely. Sometimes I get the feeling she doesn't approve of the things I do. "Why don't you give her something that she can take care of? Something that would depend on her, that she can show love to."

She could show love to me, I think bitterly, but I don't say out loud. "Like a child?" I ask and then I snort out loud. "I've been trying," I say and then realize how uncomfortable it is admitting to the fact that I have sex to my own mother. I look away again.

She furrows her brows. "No, I do not mean a child. Though, I don't know if that would do more damage than good," she says, but I refuse to ask her what her meaning was. "I was thinking more along the lines of a pet. It would take her mind off of her current situation and give her practice for when you two do finally have a baby." She takes a delicate sip from her cup before looking at me again. "You know it took me years before I finally got pregnant with you. So your Father bought me the sweetest little Scottish terrier. I loved that little puppy so very much."

I nod my head and sit back in my chair, crossing my legs. "I'll think about it," I tell her and she watches me closely with a frown on her lips.

"Be nice to her. She's young, Draco, and her family shows their love a lot differently than ours," she tells me, and I nod my head, pretending to understand.

"She'll just have to adapt to our family." I turn my head and see my father sneering at us from the doorway. "If you are too soft on her she will walk all over you," he says to me for the millionth time.

I flick a glance to my mother, who is looking down at the floor, with her hands on her lap. She looks very uncomfortable. I wonder if that's how Ginny looks when I enter a room.

"I didn't mean to break up this little lunch," he says and I roll my eyes. "But I need to speak with my son."

I send an apologetic look to my mother before standing up and following him out the door. I sit down across from him in his office, where he gives me my new assignment.

X

I need to get a wand. That's the only way I'll get out of here. Most of the doors are charmed against me so I can't open them unless I have the counter charm. I've been ripping pages out of books in the library, studying the defensive spells, and locking charms written on them for when I finally attempt my escape. None of the servants have wands. The only one I have access to is Draco's, but that means I'll have to start talking to him again.

The only time I know where it is, is when he is near. It never leaves his side, and when we sleep he locks it away in one of the drawers that I can't open. He has been nice to me recently, giving me space… meaning he hasn't been forcing himself on me, but he still gets mad when I don't talk back to him. He hates it when I don't talk to him and he can't stand the things that I say when I finally do. That man is never pleased.

I've officially stopped crying over the whole Dean situation. In fact I'm quite numb to the whole thing now. It's strange, really, the way your mind can put up defenses against things. I feel harder, I feel cold… I don't know what it is. There must be something wrong with me. Everyone I love dies… or is under threat of dieing. I must be bad luck. I was thinking today that if the world ended. I probably wouldn't mind. That's kind of depressing, if you think about it.

The door to the library opens and closes so I slightly turn my head from my book to see who it is. I see Draco taking careful steps towards me, as he watches my face. It's almost like he cares that I'm upset, but I know better. I doubt he can feel anything other than anger and spite.

"Ginevra," he greets me softly.

I've decided that I have to build up his trust in me. So I let go of all of my hatred for him and give him a soft smile. "Hi," I say quietly.

He takes a seat beside me on the couch and studies me with a cold gaze. "How are you feeling?"

I take in a deep breath before turning to him. I need to see if I can get his wand with out him fighting me. I don't have my whole entire escape planned out yet, I have to make sure my parents are safe before I can do anything, but I need to see if it's possible to get his guard down. I've never approached Draco for sex before…. I've never initiated that in my life… but I think that may be the only way to make him vulnerable. When you're a woman in my position you have to use the only weapon you have, right?

"I'm fine," I answer after a long pause. I bite my lower lip, suddenly nervous. He catches my gesture and raises an eyebrow. "How are you?" It was stupid… but I realize I've never actually asked him how he was doing or how his day was. I'm a terrible wife. That thought makes me smirk. "How was your Mother's?"

"It was okay," he answers, watching me closely with suspicious eyes. "She suggested that I get you an animal."

I almost laugh. "What?" An animal is the last thing I want. I just want out of this damn place.

"Do you want a pet or something?" this is awkward, we've never actually had a civilized conversation before. "Like a bird?"

"A bird?" I repeat disbelievingly. "Like an owl?" I ask, sitting up on my knees, excited that I may actually be able to send letters out.

He scowls at me and my happiness deflates. He stands up and walks over to the fire place, obviously uncomfortable. Being nice must be hard for him. "No, not like an owl," he snaps hatefully, resorting to his old self again. "Why would I give you an owl?"

"Oh," I say, resisting the urge to snap back at him. "I don't think a bird would be much of a pet. You can't cuddle with them."

Again I get that infuriating lifted eyebrow. I don't know how he manages to make me feel like a small child every time he does that. "What do you want then?" he snaps and I look at him through narrowed eyes. All we do is fight.

"Are you actually going to get something for me or are you just teasing me?" I ask. I could totally see him getting my hopes up just to crush them. I can't help myself; when ever I end up talking to him I always have the urge to be hateful.

"You'll never know if you don't answer my damn question."

I look away from him and take a very deep breath. He is unbearable. "I like cats," I answer stonily, staring at the far wall. I don't think he'll actually get me one. He doesn't seem like a cat person.

He doesn't answer me, so I turn and watch his back as he moodily stares into the fire. I don't understand him at all, I think, as I fiddle with the hem of my shirt nervously. If he trusts me then he'll not be so suspicious or strict. I stand up and take slow steps towards his body, guessing now is a better time than any to test my seduction skills. Which I don't have any… so this should be interesting.

"Draco?" I say nervously, reaching out a hand to touch his back. I nearing yell when he spins around and grabs my wrists. "What are you doing?" I ask referring to his crazy reflexes and the painful grip that he has on me.

"What are you doing?" he asks accusingly, sending a suspicious eye to the hand that holds my wrist.

"I just wanted to touch you," I answer. What is his problem? Is he only allowed to touch me, not the other way around? His eyes narrow slightly like he doesn't believe me. Isn't this what he wanted, for me to be willing and for me to want him? "Can't I touch you?"

He watches me closely as he let's go of my hand. He obviously doesn't trust me. "What are you playing at?" he asks me quietly.

I bring a hand up to his face, which remains hard like stone, as I caress his cheek. I hesitate a moment before leaning up on my toes and kissing him on the lips. I stay there for a few moments before I pull back, with my eyes closed. "I just wanted to touch you," I repeat against his lips.

When I open my eyes I'm met with his silver gaze. There's a longing there that makes me want to look away. "I'm glad you're talking to me again," he admits in a low voice.

I smile a fake smile and go up to kiss him again. This was easier than I thought. I let him deepen the kiss, he always has to be in control some how, and when he falls down on one of the chairs, I sit on his lap and straddle his waist. This is kind of empowering to be on top. I run my fingers through his hair and it's now that I feel how soft it actually is. His smooth, straight, strands are so different from my thick wavy hair that I'm almost envious.

He pulls back from me with his hands on my thighs as a strange look lingers in his eyes. "I am glad that you're feeling better," he says seriously. "What my father did was inexcusable. You shouldn't have had to witness that."

I turn my head away, suddenly sad again. "It's okay," I say softly accepting his peace offering because I know I won't be around here that much longer if I have anything to do with it.

My hands rest on his shoulders and when he says my name I look into his eyes. His hands move to my back and push me forward into his chest as he kisses me again. I try not to let myself get too caught up in what's physically happening, no matter how good it feels to be close to someone again, it messes with my emotions to only receive affection from the person I hate most. I remember my task and with controlled fingers I move my hands down to his pants. His hips buck when I skim past his obvious arousal but I move to his pocket, where I know his wand must be.

He jerks back and his arms drop from me as my fingers touch the wood. "What are you doing?" he snaps, bringing down one of his hands to grab mine.

I look at him with wide eyes. "I just wanted to see it," I say in my most innocent voice. "I haven't held a wand in so long."

His eyes narrow and his body tenses. I think he might push me off of him but he surprises me by removing his wand from his pocket and offering it to me in his open palm. "Don't do anything stupid," he warns, but I don't acknowledge him. I'm too busy staring at the dark wand in his hands.

I stay straddling his legs, and I lick my lips in excitement, before picking it up with shaky fingers. I flick a glance at him… I could kill him right now…I could, but I won't… I take the wand with nervous fingers and do a quick lumos spell, illuminating the wand tip. I let a smile come to my face at the sensation of having magic course through my body once again. It's been a while. I do another small spell before sighing happily.

"Give it back," Draco says, bringing me back from my happiness. He's watching my every movement very closely and his hands lie loosely on my thighs. I now he'll snatch it back from me if I do something wrong. "You're done."

I look at him and nod my head. My hand hesitates a moment before setting it in his.

"Thank you," I tell him sweetly. I kiss him again just to let him know that I mean it. "When can I have my wand back?" I ask. He had told me before that I wouldn't have it back unless I earned it back. I have no idea what the hell he means by that, but if I can't have mine, I will take his.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," he says. His eyes bore into mine so I look down. I still don't like the way he looks at me. I want to get up but when I try to move his hands clamp down on my hips so I hold perfectly still from the shock of it.

I'm waiting for him to make a move, but his hands stay on my hips, and the rest of his body doesn't move. I know he's waiting for me; he wants me to finish what I started. Maybe a part of him wants to feel wanted by me. I look into his eyes for a few moments before dipping down and kissing him softly on the lips. When I pull back he has his eyebrows raised.

"Sometimes it astounds me how timid you are," he says sarcastically. I almost snap back at him but the slight smile on his face tells me he's joking. He doesn't do that often. "Oh, I offended you," he says in response to the frown on my face. I look away. "Now you're blushing."

"I'm not blushing." That's a lie; I can feel my face become hotter as I say it. But I hate it when people point it out.

"Of course not… but suddenly you can't look me in the face," he teases, tilting his head to try to catch my eye. I refuse to look at him. This is why I hate talking to him. "I love it when you get all shy on me."

That makes me glare. "I'm not shy."

His fingers trace my jaw so I'm practically forced to look at him. His eyes become predatory and dark. "Prove it."

He's challenging me now, and I realize I'm not the one who's been seducing tonight. Slowly I bring my fingers up to the buttons on my blouse, undoing my shirt, as his intense eyes almost blaze burn marks into my skin. I throw the shirt to the side and bring my hands back up to his shoulders. I'm shaking nervously…. This is very intimate and Draco hasn't moved. His face remains emotionless.

I bite my lip as I start removing his shirt with nervous fingers. When his chest is revealed, I place a hesitant kiss on his collar bone, and I move my hips against his, enjoying the friction. I've never been this active before and it feels so different. I close my eyes as I place soft kisses on his neck, he always kisses me there, and I do like the way it feels. I think he does too because a small moan escapes his lips. I sit back, for some reason I'm breathing heavily, and he watches me as I remove my bra, letting it fall to the ground beside me.

I'm getting carried away. I know this, but I know this will make him trust me more. I kiss him again, running my fingers through his hair, and as his strong hands touch the smooth skin on my back I can almost pretend that I like him… and that we're in love… and that I don't wish he was dead.

"Stand up," he whispers against my hair.

I do so and he scoots to the edge of the chair, placing his hands under my skirt so he can slide the panties down my legs. I start shaking again and I watch him unzip his pants so his erection is free, then he sits back again and takes my hand. I straddle his hips and slowly lower myself onto him with my eyes clenched shut. Once he's completely inside of me I grip his shoulders and suck in a breath, keeping my eyes closed, because of the sensations that are going through my body. He brings his fingers up and brushes away tears that I didn't know I was crying.

"It's okay," he says softly and I'm not totally sure what he's talking about…or why I'm crying in the first place. "Let me make you feel better," he whispers as his hands touch my body and he urges me to move.

I rest my forehead on his shoulder, with my arms wrapped around his biceps, as I place random kisses on his skin. As I move on top of him with his hands on my hips, I hope I made progress tonight, but for some reason, I think this may have backfired on me.

X

He got me a kitten. A fluffy, white, ridiculous looking kitten was sitting on the bed when I woke up. He had already left for work so when the little creature licked my face I nearly threw it across the room in surprise. I didn't want a cat, I lied when I said I liked them, I just felt like I needed to say something because he was being so mean to me. I hold the cat out in front of me as it twists around in my hands. What am I suppose to do with it?

I put it back down on the bed and walk away from it, intending to go and get breakfast.

Operation get Draco to trust me is working out well. I'm so nice to him, I agree with everything he says, I kiss him, and act like I'm happy to see him whenever he comes home. I know it pleases him by the smile on his face… really if he knew anything about me, he would know how fake I was being to him. I still don't know how to make sure my parents are safe. I don't have any access to owls and Draco won't answer any of my questions about my family, like the jerk that he is.

A strange meow sound stops me in my tracks as I was making my way down the stairs. I turn around and see that ugly kitten looking at me from the top of the landing.

"What do you want?" I ask it kind of meanly. It meows again and tries to go down the stairs but it's a really small kitten, so it falls while trying to climb down. My heart melts a little bit. I guess it's not that ugly. I walk towards it and pick it up, holding it against my chest. "You must be hungry," I tell it, while petting its soft fur. It nuzzles against my hands and I smile.

The little thing isn't so bad after all.

Once my breakfast is done I walk into the kitchen to get something for the cat. I've never been in to the kitchens before, so when five women stop talking and moving to stare at me, my face pales.

"Umm… hi," I say nervously. I usually never see any of the servants but Suze. So seeing so many of them in one area is kind of frightening.

"What can we do for you, Ma'am?" one woman, who's as old as my Mother, asks. They all are glaring at me. Everyone always glares at me. It's kind of concerning, but I can understand why they look at me this way. They probably think I'm as terrible as my husband.

"Well.. um… the cats hungry." I feel like an idiot and apparently they think so too because I swear some of them rolled their eyes. I cough, trying to gather up my courage. "Do we have any food it can eat?" I don't know if it's a boy or a girl so I will refer to it as an 'it' until I do.

One of the older ladies walks over to a cabinet and removes a saucer, pouring some milk into it. She sets in on the ground and I place the kitten beside it so it can drink. I bend down, trying to ignore the looks I'm getting, as I watch the cat.

"What's its name?" asks the woman who got the milk for me.

I flick a nervous glance up at her. "I haven't given it one yet," I confess, petting the top of its head. "I don't know its gender."

She gives me a kind smile and I'm so relieved to see that because I haven't seen one in such a long time. She bends down and checks under its tail. "Well, you've got yourself a girl," she tells me.

I smile down at the little creature. "Thanks," I say to the woman.

"You're Ginny Weasley, aren't you?" She asks and my face snaps up to hers. "Molly and Arthur's youngest?"

I stand up and look at her straight in the eyes. "Yes."

"I knew your parents. They were good people," she says, and I look around at the other women who are listening to our conversation closely.

"Yes, they were," I agree. I hold out my hand to shake hers. "It's good to meet you."

She hesitates before taking my hand. "My name's Greta." I smile at her thinking I just may have found a friend.

"Ma'am," I turn my head and see Suze. "Master Draco is in his study. He would like to see you."

I furrow my brows. What's he doing home? He should be at work… I turn back to Greta and pick up the kitten. "Thank you," I tell her, and I make a mental note to look for her later, she may be able to help me out of here.

Nervously I make my way to his office. I've been so good to him lately so I don't know why he would summon me there. I knock on the door gently and hug the kitten a little closer to my chest.

"Come in," he says distractingly. I open the door and see him huddled over his desk with a bunch of papers before him. He's concentrating hard on whatever he's looking at but when he looks up he smiles. "Hey," he greets me warmly and then his eyes flick down to the white cat in my hands. "I see you found my present."

"Yes, thank you," I say, smiling and walking further into the room now that I'm sure he's not going to kill me. "What are you doing home?" I ask and shuffle my feet nervously.

He smiles and stands up. "I had other things to work on," he answers, and I'm sure the other things have something to do with Lord Voldemort. I hate that he's a Death Eater.

"Oh," I say, avoiding his eyes as I pet the kitten. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," he sighs, putting his hands in his pockets, and leaning against the edge of his desk. "We have to host a dinner tonight."

"What?" I ask. Dropping the kitten and widening my eyes. "What kind of dinner?"

He's watching my reaction closely now. "Like the one at Theodore's. Do you remember?"

Of course I remember. He humiliated me there. He hasn't taken me to any more of them so I figured we were done. I guess not. "Yes," I answer with a frown on my face. "Do we have to?" I whine. I don't want to be around his stupid friends any more than I have to.

"Yes."

"Do I have to go to it?" I ask desperately. "I could stay in my room."

"No," is all he says. Turning back around and sitting on the chair behind his desk.

"Why? Why do I have to be there? They don't like me anyways, and I don't like them."

His face becomes hard again and I take a step back. He hasn't glared at me like that in a while. "You are my wife," he says looking up at me with a furrowed brow. "You're going."

"Why?" I ask, all the hard work I've been doing to be nice to him is slowly deteriorating. "Everyone knows how I feel about you." As soon as I said it I realize how it made me take three steps back.

There's a heavy pause as he lifts an eyebrow. "And how do you feel about me exactly?" His voice is cruel now so I know I have to be careful. I was so stupid to let my mouth slip.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that," I say trying to sound genuine. "I just get nervous around your friends." That's the truth.

"I'm sure you didn't," he says nastily. "Go upstairs and get ready. They'll be here in a few hours." He sneers down at the kitten by his shoes and kicks it. "Don't forget this fucking thing."

I've made him mad. With careful steps I make my way over him and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for the gift," I say quietly. "I'm sorry I upset you," I add. I don't actually mean it but I don't want to have to go back to square one. "I didn't mean it."

He looks up to me with a cold glare. "Then prove that to me tonight," He says flatly. "Show me, and everyone else, what a good wife you can be."

I nod my head and pick up the cat. Once out of his line of vision I pick up speed and run the whole way to the bed room. I don't want to do this tonight.

X

She makes me believe that she loves me and then she lets things slip that shows me how she really feels. She's playing with me now…I'm ok with it as long as she doesn't do anything she'll regret later. I know she's been studying defensive spells and stealing unlocking charms from the library. I don't want to believe she'd attempt to leave me… but I know it's possible. It will never happen, though. She's mine. I'm a very selfish and possessive person. I hope she realizes that.

I stand up and walk towards my bed room, where she should be getting ready. She shouldn't have any reason to worry about my friends. If she behaves, she won't get in trouble, and I wouldn't allow any of them do anything to her. I will have to keep a close eye on Zabini tonight… I don't like the way he looks at her.

"What shall I name you?" Ginny's voice catches my attention. I slowly open the bed room door, she doesn't notice, or if she does she doesn't want to acknowledge me.

I smile as she holds the small kitten out in front of her. Perhaps getting her a pet was a good idea. She's wearing a small black dress and her hair is done up in a complicated looking twist. She listened to me. I like it when she does that.

"Phoebe?" she asks staring the animal. "No, that doesn't sound right."

She walks over to one of the room decorations. It's a round globe of the world that shows the different countries and the weather they're having. She puts the cat down and spins the globe, closing her eyes and touching it lightly with her fingers. When it stops moving she opens her eyes and reads the name her finger is on.

"Sicily?" She looks down at the cat that is playing with a pillow tassel. "I think Sicily will work."

"Are you ready?"

She spins around and looks at me, surprised. "Um, yes," she says, barely looking at me.

"Follow me then." As we're walking down the stairs I fill her in on what I expect from her tonight. "You have to greet all of our guests like a good hostess. No whining or being mean to any of them tonight and you had better be good to me." I look at her from the corner of my eyes as she chews her bottom lip. "And stop doing that. You are a Malfoy now so you had better act like it."

"I'll try," she answers quietly.

"You had better do more then try," I warn her. When we reach the bottom of the stairs I take her hand and walk her towards the greeting place in the hallway.

She smiles and nods at all of the people who arrive, her arm tightens around mine when Pansy arrives, and it makes me smirk. Ginny looks almost comically uncomfortable but she'll get better the longer she does this. Dinner goes off without a hitch and it's there that I get into a deep discussion on security charms with Darren Greengrass.

Ginny stays mostly to herself but I stop talking and listen as Blaise tries to provoke her into conversation.

"So, Mrs. Malfoy… How do you like it here at Malfoy Manor?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

She flicks a glance to me and back to her plate. "It's alright," she answers flatly, picking at her food.

"It's more than alright, I would think," he continues. Ginny's face starts to turn red and she nervously flicks some hair out of her eyes. "Such a beautiful house like this is a lovely cage, don't you think?"

She glares at him. He's embarrassing her now.

"And do you like being married to Draco?" he asks, downing his wine and smiling at me. He's trying to stir things up. He knows Ginny would rather be married to Potter.

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what to say, and then she takes a deep breath. "It's wonderful." She says with a false smile. I almost laugh at her act.

Apparently Zabini doesn't buy it either. "Oh?" He looks at me and his smile becomes sinful. "Have you taught her how to do tricks too?"

I simply smile at him. "Did you ever owl that one woman back? Layla was her name. I think… You know that woman you fucked in that pub last Saturday?" He sends a death glare at me and his very pregnant wife drops her glass. Everyone is silent now. I smirk. "She was quite disgusting." I turn to Jade. "You may want to get tested. I'm pretty sure she was carrying something."

I start drinking my wine like nothing had happened as the rest of the people laugh. Jade throws her fork down and stomps out of the room. Blaise follows closely behind her, after sending me a cold glare. I look over to Ginny who's smiling into her plate. A real smile. I haven't seen her do that very often. Tonight should be interesting.

After dinner we all go into the living room where I assumed the usual thing was going to happen, but as soon as we entered the room Pansy spoke up.

"Let's play a game tonight," she says, with a winning smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes. "No."

"Let's take a vote," she's trying to override me, and to my horror, every girl in the room votes for the game. Everyone but Ginny.

"We're not children," I state while accepting a glass of brandy from a servant.

"We're not old people either. Why, your little wife here is only eighteen. She's practically a child," she counters, and I raise an eyebrow. Usually Pansy will go along with anything I say. "Let's play wizards truth or dare."

This is stupid and I refuse to be a part of it. "You can play. The other big kids and I will be over here," I say, walking over to the fire and taking a seat in one of the large comfortable chairs. Most of the other men in the room follow me, but the women stay around Pansy, handing her their wands so they can play the game. Ginny walks over to me and stands by my chair.

"What should I do?" she asks quietly, uneasily.

I shrug my shoulders. "What would a good hostess do?"

She flicks a nervous glance back at the women who are now sitting in a circle, reclining on couches with glasses of alcohol in their hands. "I don't know," she says honestly. "What do you want me to do?" she asks, and I almost smile because she's actually worried.

"Of course you have to play," Pansy says, taking her hand and trying to drag her away. "A good hostess would play with her guests," she says with an evil smirk. She's up to something so I tell Ginny to be careful as she's pulled away from me.

X

"Hand over your wand," Pansy says with her hand sticking out. I don't want to play this freaking game.

"I don't have my wand with me," I say honestly. She takes her own wand out and does the gaming charm on me. I wish I stayed in my room.

She smiles and tells me to take a seat. I do so uneasily. This doesn't feel right to me. Wizards truth or dare is quite serious business, only adults are actually suppose to play it because of the magic binding. You have to answer every question truthfully and you have to do any dare that's asked of you. The magic practically forces you to do it and if you don't follow through with the dare or you lie then something terrible will happen. Like your skin will break out in boils or all of your hair will fall out and not grow back for a year. The games not over until every single person playing agrees it is. It's not really a very fun game.

"Weasley," Pansy addresses me by my old last name. I think she meant for it to be offensive but I actually take it as a compliment. I smile. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," I answer with a sigh. I can feel the magic on me. I know I have to play now and I sure as hell will never pick dare around these evil witches.

She smiles a very unpleasant smile. "How many men have you had sex with and what were their names?"

She wastes no time. I can feel my cheeks turning hot so I look down. "One," I answer honestly. "and it's Draco."

"Fine," she snaps, like she didn't think that would be my answer. "You go."

This is ridiculous. I take a glass of wine from one of the treys and look at Pansy. "Truth or dare?" If she says dare I'm going to dare her to leave and never come back.

"Truth," she says nonchalantly, flicking hair over her shoulder.

"Why did you really want to play this stupid game?"

"To find out more about you, of course," she says slyly and her Slytherin tongue eased her way around the truth.

The game was actually really boring and it went on monotone, like that, for a while until it finally went back to Pansy. "Truth or Dare, Weasley?"

"Truth," I say solidly.

She taps her fingers against her lips and then turns to me. All the other girls are watching closely like this was some dramatic play playing out in front of them. She clears her throat and talks very loudly so the men would hear her too. She's very childish, I notice. "When you and Draco are fucking who are you really thinking about?"

She knows Draco has a wicked temper, she knows Draco is an extremely jealous person, and she knows that I didn't want to be in this relationship... but what she didn't know is that when I'm intimate with him like that, he makes it impossible to think of anyone else. She wants to see him blow up at me like he did the last time when she tattled on me. I know he's listening now and I blush at her crude wording. She is most definitely not a lady.

"I'm not like you," I start. "When I'm with my husband I think of only him." She almost pouts and I look at Draco who's smirking. I catch his eyes and frown. "I don't want to play this anymore," I say to no one in particular but Draco takes the hint.

"I think you've done enough harassing for one night, Pansy," he says. "The game's over."

He makes everyone quit the game and I smile as they go off complaining about it. Sometimes I suppose it's nice to be married to him. Everyone seems to do what he says.