It had been 1 month and exactly 30 days since the ball.

I start Hogwarts tomorrow, that's why I'm in my room packing. I threw in my hairbrush which was the last thing I had to put in my trunk. Shutting the heavy top to the trunk I started to walk downstairs for a glass of water. I went into the kitchen, and within moments of walking into the room, a house elf asked if I needed anything, "Can I get you anything Miss?"

"No, I'm just getting a glass of water, thank you." The house elf nodded its head and continued back to its work. I grabbed a glass and went to the refrigerator, putting ice in it as well as water. I drank the water quickly due to my lack of hydration. Once I had finished I put the glass in the sink and walked out of the kitchen. I heard distant screams in the background, ignoring them; I began to search for Draco. I hadn't seen him on the way to the kitchen, meaning he was probably in my father's office.

Draco was in training to take my father's place, and he spent most of his time observing my father and following him around. Draco and I were to leave tomorrow for Hogwarts, and I wanted to make sure that he was all packed and ready to go. The blood curdling screams were growing louder as I approached the door to my father's office. I approached the door to my dad's office, pushing my way through the crowd of death eaters that were all trying to get a peak in on what was happening to Morgan.

Pathetic really. I opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind me.

Observing the scene, I saw that my father had his wand to the throat of Morgan Larante. Morgan is a new adult death eater, nice guy really, I feel bad for him. But he keeps messing things up and getting caught on his assignments. That's the reason he was in here today. The bloody idiot got caught when was about to kill a member of the ministry. He always made my father mad and today he was getting punished for it. Draco sat in my father's chair and watched as Morgan was getting all sorts of torturous spells thrown at him.

"Hi dad," I said looking over at him.

"Hello Livet, now what in the bloody hell are you doing in here? This isn't exactly the best time..." My father acknowledged not taking his eyes off of Morgan.

Livet Dildre.

That was my new name.

People couldn't know who I really was when I went back to Hogwarts, thus a new name. The reason I can't use my old name, 'Violet Elddir,' was because of my new look and attitude. My "fake father" works for the ministry, but acts as Lucius does and actually works for my real father, Voldemort.

Confusing isn't it?

I looked over at Morgan, who was doubled over in pain on the floor. This was a side of my father that up until the ball I hadn't seen before. He was aggressive, angry, evil, and pushy towards every one. He had a little more patience with me, but I couldn't help but want to get away. But you see, there is nowhere for me to go. Since the day I started staying at this mansion my mother hasn't even sent one letter to me.

Why?

This was something I didn't understand. Maybe she didn't want me anymore. I had nowhere to go, and I was literally stuck with my father until school started once again.

I looked over at Morgan again, seeing yet another man with the same terrorized look on his face because of my father.

"Morgan," I said acknowledging him. He very faintly smiled, you could tell he was in a lot of pain, I didn't expect him to answer. I walked past my father towards Draco who was sitting there with his feet on the desk behind my father.

"Draco, do you have everything packed?"

He smirked, "Haven't even started."

It figures, what a stupid question to ask in the first place. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pulling him up from his chair.

"Well you better bloody start!" I said demandingly. He smiled at me, apparently liking when I did that. He brought his head closer to mine and kissed my shortly and gently, obviously because my father was standing there.

"Do it for me?" he said trying to sound nice and sweet. I laughed at him, and then a deep voice rang from behind him...

"Do it yourself."

I looked over Draco's shoulder and saw my dad. Draco turned around and skittishly started walking towards the door, "Yes Sir," he said on his way out.

"And take Livet out of my sight I have paperwork to do," my father said causing Draco to turn around and pull me out of the room.

My father never called me Violet anymore, once he gave me the name Livet, my attitude had changed. I knew that I would never escape this place and Draco seemed to actually like me better when I was confident and stood up to him. So, thus, I did it. I never had to witness my father killing a mudblood or muggle, the only torturing I saw was that of other Death Eaters and for that, I didn't really care. They chose to become what they are and not that I wished ill on anyone, but it wasn't heatbreaking to watch them in pain.

Yeah I've changed. I had to.

Once we had gotten out of the room, the death eaters gathered around, "What's happening in there?" A few of them asked.

"Get your bloody asses somewhere else." I yelled at them trying to get them away. They were so annoying sometimes.

"That was a nice try back there," Draco said randomly, confusing me at first.

"What was?"

"You know the whole pulling me out of the chair, pushing me around, pretending to be able to take control. I like the aggression Violet-..."

"It's Liv-..."

"...But save it for the bedroom, Livet."

He pulled me in for a kiss, sending those blasted butterflies through my stomach. I hate that feeling and I don't quite understand why that feeling comes only for him. I mean its Draco for God's sake. With out realizing it, I must have deepened the kiss somewhere along the line, because my arms were now around his neck, and tongues were being used. It was at that moment when I heard the door open behind us.

Both Draco and I quickly pulled away and Morgan was limping out of my father's office. He had bruises and welts across his body and face, and his forehead was bleeding. I smiled weakly at him, trying to make him feel even the slightest bit better.

"Draco go on and pack, I'm going to help Morgan."

Crap, I shouldn't have said that.

Not only is Draco going to be mad for me helping another man, but my father tortured him for a reason and here I am helping him. Draco cocked an eyebrow and sighed, "Alright..." He turned around and walked upstairs.

"Come on Morgan, let's get you cleaned up," I said putting myself under his arm to give him more support to walk. I walked him to his room and he sat down on his bed. I walked into his bathroom and grabbed the washcloth that was sitting by the sink. Turning on the cold water, I put the cloth under the water to get it wet. I turned off the water and wrung the washcloth so it was damp. I walked back towards Morgan and pressed the damp cloth to where his forehead was bleeding. He squinted in pain and put his hand on top of mine, as if to move it.

"I know it hurts, just bare with the pain," I said trying to comfort him. He took his hand off mine and clenched his fists trying to concentrate on something other than pain. I put my hand up to his forehead and chanted a healing charm my father taught me (after I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle) to make his pain fade. I had since been trained to do some magic without a wand, I could now simply use my hands as my wand. Morgan wasn't wearing a shirt, and I pressed my hand to his dozens of bruises and healed each and everyone of them.

"I didn't know you could do that," he said sounding weaker with every word.

"I've been working on it. Now just get some rest alright? And be more careful you bloody idiot!" He smiled weakly and began to lay down. I propped some pillows underneath his head, and within moments he began to fall asleep. My charm couldn't take away all of the pain, but could certainly lighten it up and get rid of the visibility of the bruises and such.

I walked towards the door of his room, and behind me I heard the raspy voice of Morgan say, "Thank you, Livet."

I smiled to myself and walked out of Morgan's room, walking upstairs towards my room. I opened the door to see no signs of Draco. I looked around my room not seeing him in his usual place, the couch. I walked over to my closet and saw Draco sitting on the floor with a trunk full of messy clothes along with a bunch of unfolded clothes on the floor.

"Here help me close this," he demanded. I walked over to where he was and he threw the remaining clothes on the floor into the trunk and he slammed the top of the trunk closed.

"Lock it when I sit on it," he ordered sitting down on the trunk. I walked over to where he was sitting, getting down on my knees to try and lock up the trunk, but of course, it wouldn't lock.

"What in Merlin's name do you have in here Malfoy?" I asked trying harder to get the lock to keep the trunk closed.

"Just lock it!" He yelled at me.

"It won't lock you git!" I yelled back. I hate yelling really, makes me feel quite irrational.

"UGH! I hate packing!! This is why we have house elves!" He yelled getting even more frustrated when he couldn't get the trunk closed.

"It's because you have so much crap in there, and none of your clothes are folded." I said making him sound like a complete idiot. He covered his hands with his eyes sighed angrily. Heck, I hated packing too, all of the folding of clothes. It's never fun.

I sighed, "Come on, get off, I'll help you fold this stuff," I said trying to help. He got off of the trunk and stood up; I grabbed a few shirts and started folding them.

Draco held my hand as we walked through the train station heading towards platform nine and three quarters. Crabbe, Goyle, and Flint were in front of us while, Raine, Tye, Blaise, and Dylan were all in back. I was trying hard not to be nervous, after all my palms get sweaty it would probably disgust Draco. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt as though I was being stared at. And sure enough when I looked around I saw many male muggles looking at me. I looked up and saw Draco sneering at them. I also noticed female muggles glaring at me and batting their eyelashes at Draco. I instinctively grabbed Draco's hand tighter. I didn't even need to look at him to know he was smirking as he entwined his fingers with mine, playing with my engagement ring.

That's right my engagement ring. It was beautiful and you know what, he got it for me. Yep, he picked it out and everything he gave it to me about a month ago saying I needed something official so he gave it to me. It wasn't a romantic proposal but it was a beautiful ring with a large emerald in the middle and two diamonds on either side.

His was the same but a band and with smaller rocks or course.

We finally got to the wall we need to run through. Crabbe and Goyle held our stuff as Draco and I ran through it. One by one the rest of the group followed and we proceeded to board the train. I noticed myself getting many looks from people I recognized and people I didn't. I knew they were all wondering who the girl with the famous Draco Malfoy was.

Draco and I boarded the train, as he continued smirking to all the girls giving him lustful attention and boys who were envying him.

Why was he like this?

Why did the boys envy him?

That was a better question.

Draco continued to pull me along until he whipped open an empty compartment. Well he thought it was empty or possible he knew it wasn't because Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all in there talking.

"Well if it isn't Weasel, Pothead and Mudblood. How were your threesomes this summer? Boring as usual I assume. After all it must be difficult to have intercourse when all three of you are missing dicks, well mudblood ..."

"Shut it M-Malfoy!" Ron said nervously.

"Or you'll what, Weasel? Throw some hand-me-downs at me?"

All the guys behind us chuckled, I rolled my eyes, he could just never leave these three alone.

"Come on Draco, let's find an empty compartment."

"Yeah Draco why don't you listen to your new slut," Hermione spat.

My eyes widened I've never been called a slut, nor have I ever heard such words come out of Hermione Granger's mouth. To my surprise Draco pulled out his wand, "Don't you dare talk to my fiancé that way you filthy mudblood."

Ron was quick to react and pulled his wand out.

Draco laughed, "And what are you going to do with that Weasel? Going to cast a spell on me are you?" Ron gulped,

"I-I-I don't know-w-w am I?"

Draco's eyes flickered with anger, and I decided that now was probably a good time to jump in, "Draco, come on let's go. They're just filthy gits, let's just go," I said tugging on his arm.

Draco didn't respond so I took it upon myself to grab his wand out of his hand.

Draco looked at me out of the corner of his eye, and Ron put his wand down slowly. Draco began to walk away when he spun around quickly on his heels and eyed the three of them evilly, "I'm warning you, you'll regret that." I pulled on his hand and tugged him out of their compartment when I heard Hermoine say something that sounded like, "Did she look familiar to you?" Ron laughed, "No just another one of Draco's girls. She'll be gone in a week."

First of all I defiantly didn't want my cover blown, second of all if they call me a slut again I'll point my wand at their throats. Well I'll try my best to do so. I looked up at Draco and he appeared to have calmed down a bit, but I could tell he was still wasn't happy. I rolled my eyes as he pressed foreword. It was right then when what had just happened hit me.

Did Draco really stand up for me?

Why would he even waste his breathe yelling at someone about me. I won't lie, it made me feel special in a sense.

I looked at Draco and he looked at me, "What?" he snarled sounding annoyed.

"Nothing," I replied quietly as I looked away from him and down to the floor again. Draco opened another compartment, this time there was no one in it. Crabbe and Goyle put our stuff above the seats in the compartment as Draco sat down. I sat down next to him, twisting my ring back and forth nervously as I was staring out the window when the train began to move.

It would be an interesting year back at Hogwarts.

I know this one was shorter and sorry about that, but I figured there was enough confusing information in it for you to digest before moving onto the next chapter.

If anyone is really confused Violet has a new alias, Livet, and she's just to keep up appearances at Hogwarts so Violet can finish. All of the professors know who she really is, but as you can imagine the students won't recognize her anyways.