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I'm sorry for the delay with this chapter. I had a bad case of writer's block, and had issues going on, so I needed to step back, relax and keep my mind off of this story to come back, refreshed with this cute little chapter.

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A.K.A. "Amadea"

Chapter 9: Please Don't Forget Me

Waking up to the sunshine, Amadea's eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the pain from her left wrist. Wincing, she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist gently. Looking up, she saw Draco, sleeping soundly. Smiling, she took her right hand and brushed away the platinum locks from his face, only to wake him up. With a soft grunt, he took in a deep breath in and looked over to her, smiling. He kissed the top of her head. "Morning, Sleepy." she said, curling up next to him. Rubbing her back and nuzzled in closer to her, he took in her scent of perfume. Liking this, he buried his face in her neck, making her squirm a little. "That tickles!" she squealed. Draco laughed and put head chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes again. "What time is it?" He asked.

"It's about six in the morning." Draco let out a groan.

"Too early." Amadea nodded and looked up at him, staring into his beautiful grey eyes. Smiling, she kissed him softly until she heard Maple apparate into the room. "Oh! Misses! I apologize! Maple is SO sorry!" She squeaked, bowing over and over again. "I just brought Misses her healing potion!" Covering her blue doe-eyes, she walked over to the night stand to put the healing potion on the edge. "I'm sorry, Misses! Maple shall ask to come back in!" Squeaking, she apparated. With an akward silence taking over, Draco started to laugh, only to have Amadea do the same. Letting out a snort, she buried her face in his chest, giggling hysterically. "Poor Maple, she's scarred for life now." Amadea let out another giggle to chug down her healing potion. Draco let out a soft snort and laid back down on the bed, watching Amadea. Turning back, she saw Draco smile at her. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing... just watching you." He said, shrugging his shoulders at her. Amadea sighed and laid beside him to feel his arm wrap around her gently. Closing her eyes, he felt him kiss her head gently. Moving himself closer to her, he propped himself up on his one side and kissed her left arm again. "How does it feel?" He asked her. She winced a little and bit her lip.

"It still hurts, but the healing potion is kicking in."

"Good. I'm glad." Kissing her fingertips, he moved up to her forearm, kissing it, moving up to her shoulder to kiss that as well. Amadea smiling, she felt each kiss to tingle her skin like electricity. Squirming around, she let out a giggle which cause him to smile when he kissed her cheek. Turning to face him, Amadea saw him looking into her eyes, piercing her soul. "Draco..." She said, putting a hand on his cheek caressing it. "Yes?" He whispered.

"Please don't forget me when we're at Hogwarts..." She said to him, looking down. Bewildered, her stared at her. "How could I forget you?" Letting out a soft sigh she moved her shoulders in a shrugging motion. "I don't know, Draco... I just care about you, you know. I don't want this feeling to go away, i suppose. I like you... I don't want you to shut off and be away from me... I really don't have anyone, and you've been here for me. I know, Narcissa, would be there for me, but you're special to me, Draco, you are... My parents are gone, and all I really ever had was Hachi and Maple... I just don't know what would happen if something happened. I know there will be a battle, Draco, I just know it, but what shall we do?" She asked him. Draco looked at her and then off into the distance, sitting up, he sat on the edge of her bed. "I don't know, Amadea. I really don't know what will happen, with the battle, I mean. But," he turned to her and pulled her body next to his in a hug. "I'll always be here, even if I seem like a dolt or a prick, just give me a swift kick in the rear. You know I'll be the ass version of me at school, because, I'm Draco Malfoy, I'm supposed to be the asshole, not a pansy." Amadea let out a giggle and kissed him. "Yes, but don't be an ass to me, alright?" He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, putting his head on her shoulder.

Narcissa walked out of her room to see the sun shine on the glistening water. It was early in the morning, but she couldn't sleep any longer. Looking at the grandfather clock beside the top of the stairs, she saw it toll six forty-five. Walking over to Draco's room, she saw her son wasn't there. Walking down, she went into the guest room where Amadea was at. Peeking in, she saw her son, his arms wrapped around Amadea protectively. Smiling, she saw how at peace they both were and decided not to bother them. Turning around, she saw a freshly brewed cup of tea sitting on the table. "Maple..." she thought to herself, smiling. Walking over, she heard her husband rustle from upstairs, his hair unkept, just waking up. "Good morning, Love." She said, taking a sip of her tea. "Mm." He replied, grunting. Sighing gently, she felt bad for her husband. Always so serious and wielding a strong demeanor, he would always be the one that would have her heart. Lucius looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he poured a cup of coffee, she was staring at him. "Something on my face, Narcissa?" he asked.

"Oh! No... I was just thinking." He nodded and walked over, sitting next to her.

"What ever would be the matter?" sighing again, she took his hands into hers.

"Everything, Lucius. I know... we're followers of the Dark Lord, but this... I just don't know." She said softly, as if someone were to hear. "I want the best for my child, and now, for Amadea as well, since her parents' captures... but to bring them into a reality filled with death and gore... it's just not right..." Lucius looked out of the window, his eyes blank.

"I don't know, Narcissa... I don't... I wish I could answer, but I can't... I feel so weak now, like I have no more stature and demeanor in the Ministry..." Narcissa nodded and tightened her grip on his hands. "I'm just... very appreciative that you have been here, by my side." He spoke gently, his hand caressing her face. Smiling sweetly, she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry for the life that I couldn't give you, Narcissa. I know how badly you wanted another child... I wish I could have given everything to you... but I can't now." Narcissa had a tear fall off of her cheek to be wiped by Lucius' thumb. "I have everything I want right here... My family, for you and Draco to be happy..." Lucius nodded and looked back out the window.

"So do I, Narcissa... Let's just keep it that way." Nodding happily, she watched her husband lovingly. If only they could've had a fairy tale ending.

Amadea and Draco fell back asleep, his arms wrapped around her protectively. Fluttering his eyes open, he looked down to see Amadea sleeping soundly. His eyes searched her body, his hand caressing her arm. Seeing the Dark Mark, it was identical to his, and he absolutely wished they never would've had to become a part of his following.

Even though he loathed the thought of bearing the Dark Mark, he understood that either way in life, he wouldn't have had a choice if he wanted to decide to become a servant under Voldemort. His parents, always wanted the best for him, and he knew that. Draco was always raised getting everything he wanted, because he was an only child. Sometimes, he wished that he would've had a siblings, but he also enjoys the peace and quiet he had, since his parents were usually busy. He enjoyed the company of Amadea. He understood how difficult it was to feel alone and the pain of becoming an amateur Death Eater. In ways, they were alike, and some, they were polar opposites. He didn't mind though, she liked her unique traits and personality. She was a hell of a lot different from his "former flame", Pansy. Clearing his head of all thoughts, he closed his eyes, only thinking of the girl he had in his arms.