The Other Malfoy
Chapter 9: Proposal
2 Weeks Later Malfoy Manor Drawing Room 12:27 PM
Two weeks had gone by since Carina's fateful and painful "meeting" with Sirius Black, her father. Ever since that day, she had become even more reclusive and
depressed. She had maintained her position on not telling her parents about what she knew, and thankfully, Severus had not uttered a word either. Now that her
side-mission was complete, Carina was back on track, dejected, yet restless. Carina was desperate to find a way to get back at Voldemort; she had even
considered talking to Dumbledore. But no, she knew she had to do this on her own, without anyone's help. But what could she do? It wasn't like she could sneak
into Voldemort's abode and shoot him with a Muggle pistol. Ha, that would be a real sight for sore eyes. Voldemort, shot to death. Carina smiled smugly at the thought,
while lying on her bed, her hobby as of late. Though the idea was entertaining, it was not at all plausible. For one thing, she had no idea where he lived.
Frustrated, Carina got up; lately, she had been taking up residence in her room for longer periods of time and it was quite suffocating. She decided to go
downstairs and walk in the garden. On her way downstairs, there was a knock on the door, loud and booming. Her mother, who was manually stitching a
handkerchief, asked her to get it. Carina completed the walk down the stairs and gracefully walked to the front door and opened it. In front of her was the most
handsome man she had ever seen, aside from Cedric of course. He was tall, slightly muscular, with slightly tousled jet black hair that fell just past his ears. He had a
charming smile on his lovely, pale face. Though she had never seen him before, she knew exactly who this man was. Only a man as good-looking as him was
capable of turning her vicious Aunt Bella into a docile and sweet kitten. "May I help you?" Carina said in cold politeness. "Yes," He purred. "I'd like to see your
father, Lucius." Carina raised an eyebrow, managing to surprise herself at her composure. At this point, Carina decided to, ah, piss him off.
"Okay. And who shall I tell him is here to see him?"
"Lord Voldemort."
"Sorry?"
At this point, Voldemort was getting ticked off. Suffice it to say he had anger management issues. "Voldemort," He replied, calm and cool as always.
"Right. And your last name?"
Before Voldemort could barge through the door, Carina's father came up behind her. He apologized on her behalf and led Lord Voldemort inside.
Carina stood by the door and laughed so hard that tears where falling from her cheeks. This had been too fun. She must try it again. After regaining her composure,
she happily pranced into the Drawing Room, where Voldemort was sitting on her favorite chair. She nearly told him to get his arse off of it, but stopped herself just in
time. Now she would just have to stand, since there was no place for her to sit. Her parents sat on a loveseat and Draco had brought a chair from the fireplace.
Carina glared at the back of Voldemort's head, hoping she could bore a hole through it. As if he could hear her thoughts (Which, now that she thought about it, he
probably could), he turned around and smiled right at her. "Ah, Miss Malfoy, do join us." He said. Smiling sweetly, Carina walked to Draco and gave him a look.
Almost instantaneously, he got off his chair, offering it to his sister. She sat down regally, crossed her legs, leaned on one arm, and stared. At Voldemort. Of course,
he noticed. And surprisingly, he was quite flustered by it. No one even looked at him without getting hexed and here, Carina was just staring at him; yet, he found
himself unable to do anything about it. How annoying.
Voldemort decided to not let it bother him and proceeded to the purpose of the meeting. Clearing his throat, he started. "So, what I'm about to tell you has not
been told to anyone else; I suggest you keep it amongst yourselves. Keep it especially away from Bella. You know how … possessive … she can be." Carina was
confused. This was something he hadn't told his other followers, but was ready to tell her? Interesting. "I have decided to enforce a law. I know this seems
impossible, but I have, ah, sources in the Ministry that will aid me in this little project. Due to the ever-growing population and incessant breeding of Mudbloods, our
kind is dwindling down to nothing. We must make sure all Purebloods, especially the more respectable families, are only staying within their kind. The more we
breed with Half-bloods and Mudbloods, the more our blood becomes diluted. Therefore, I am enforcing a law that will make sure all Purebloods, Slytherin or not,
must be married to another Pureblood, as soon as they become of age. Now, I am not going to pick spouses for anyone, unless they refuse or haven't found one by
that time."
A Marriage Law? Carina thought. This is ridiculous! I've only got two more years! And I don't want to marry anyone, anyway. She turned her attention back to
Voldemort, who had continued his speech. "However, I cannot even hope to enforce this law without setting some type of example for our community. I understand
Draco is already betrothed to one of the Greengrass girls. Carina, however, has two more years. So, I have an offer. I, too, need to marry someone to set that
example. And your daughter must marry someone in two years, as well. My proposal is that I marry Carina. This will, as they say, kill two birds with one stone." At
this point, he was staring right at Carina, who was outraged. He wanted to marry her? What the hell was wrong with him? He had killed Cedric! She couldn't marry
his murderer! Taking a few deep breaths, Carina managed to calm down. She hadn't given anyone a sign that she was angered. To them, she looked normal. "I'm
afraid you have little choice in this matter, Carina," Voldemort said, in what seemed like a soothing voice. His eyes seemed almost sad, as if he felt bad for doing
this. But that couldn't be right. He had hurt too many people to be soft to one girl. Carina was highly disturbed. She had no choice. Surely, surely, there was a bright
side. She couldn't think of one.
But wait, there was a bright side! This allowed her to be close to Voldemort; now she could plot her revenge! Yes, this is exactly what she would do. Her mother
once told her that when enemies hurt you, it stings a little. But when someone you love hurts you, the pain is so intense, you could die from it. That's exactly what
she would do. She would go along with the whole thing; she would make Voldemort love her; desire her, to the point where he couldn't be away from her for a
second. Then, then she would hurt him. She would hurt him the same way she had been hurt when he killed Cedric. Yes, the same exact way.
