Draco has to floo with me to the restaurant, and when we enter the stylish looking building, I can't help but smile. It's like I'm seeing everything for the first time because I've been stuck at the Manor for so long, with out much else to do. It's actually kind of sad when I think about it, but I'm going to try to ignore that nagging part in my brain that tells me I shouldn't be happy about anything, let alone actually being allowed outside like some kind of animal.

"Isn't this place wonderful?" Jade states, as she drops her cloak onto one of the workers hands. She pats down her blonde hair to make sure it's still in place, and then turns the host, who's waiting at a mahogany podium with a list in front of him. "Who is playing tonight?" she asks rudely.

The man with the dark comb over coughs and then answers in a Spanish accent. "The Teatherman's Western House Philharmonic Orchestra, Ma'am."

"How boring," she says snidely, and I roll my eyes as Draco removes the cloak off my shoulders.

"They're actually very good," Draco says in my ear and his warm breath makes me tingle. Then he walks up to the host and leans casually against the podium. "We need a table."

"Do you have reservations?" the man asks, eyeing Draco's clothes.

Blaise steps up, with his hand on Draco's shoulder. "We don't need reservations. I'm Blaise Zabini and this is Draco Malfoy. So, I suggest you get moving and get us your best table. Trust me," he says dangerously, as he pulls back his suit jacket to show his wand, that's tucked in a side holster belt against his side.

The man's eyes become wide and then he turns around and almost runs away to get us a table. That was weird. I guess I've never been with anyone who demanded that much respect, besides Harry…. Harry…. I look down, I can't think about him anymore.

"Come on." Draco puts his hand on my back and leads me into the sitting area of the restaurant, where waiters and bus boys are scurrying around to fix up the table to perfection.

I look up and see beautiful hanging orbs of light that illuminate the room in soft yellows and oranges. The main thing that catches my eye are the walls, because they're fish tanks, large, floor to ceiling fish tanks, that are full of the most exotic magical creatures around. The aqua blues and greens play off the dark floor, this place is really beautiful. I must have made a sound, because when I look at Draco, he's looking at me with that intense look again… so I look away. Once seated at our table, a waiter comes to take our drink orders. Everyone gets wine, but me. I'm stuck with water.

"So," Blaise says, lifting his newly arrived glass to his lips. "How many little Malfoy's are you two planning on having?"

I remember Draco's order, so I look down, refusing to meet his gaze. Not that I would want to look at him anyways. He just leers at me like a creep. "I think we need to see how the first one is before we make that decision," Draco answers flatly, with his arm resting along the back of my chair.

I flick a glance to Jade, who is tapping her fingers against her chin, watching the empty stage that's against the far wall. "I hate Orchestras," she says, to no one in particular, I just think she expects every one to listen to her.

"Why?" Draco questions, as he settles further back in his seat, reading off the menu. I open mine as well and just about gawk at the outrageous prices.

"Because the songs they play never have any words." She's an idiot.

Apparently, Draco thinks so too. "That's part of the appeal of it… and orchestras play behind singers all the time," he says without even looking at her.

"I still don't like the way they sound."

"Luckily nobody cares about what you like," Draco says, and Blaise laughs into his glass.

"Too true," he agrees, and Jade sends him a look. It's weird seeing them this way, like normal people…. I really didn't think they had it in them.

"What kind of music do they play?" I ask quietly. Draco looks to me like he didn't expect me to say anything… that figures.

"It's an orchestra," Jade says slowly, like I was stupid. "They play orchestral music."

Draco pretends like she didn't even speak, as he focuses his attention on me. "They take classic symphonies and modernize them with different tempos and different instruments."

"So, they don't really play the classics, then," I say, taking a sip of my water. "They're ruining them."

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. "One could say that," he says and I realize this is one of the few real conversations we've ever had.

"Draco, do you still play the violin?" Jade asks quizzically. She must have known him for a while, but I don't think she went to Hogwarts.

"He quit that a long time ago," Blaise answers as he looks over to the dance floor. The Orchestra has just settled on stage and they are warming up.

"I didn't know you played," I state honestly. I don't really care, but I'm too excited to be out of the house to act all shy and timid.

"I was never very good," he answers, but doesn't elaborate further. I watch him as the waiter comes back. I know nothing about this man, my husband. "Technically I don't play."

I slowly turn away from him, and I keep my finger on what I want in my menu so I can tell the waiter, but before I knew it, he was walking away with whatever Draco ordered for me. I frown at him and face away again with my arms crossed. He didn't even ask me what I wanted. He always has to be in control of everything, even when it comes down to what I eat. The lights dim as the Orchestra starts to play and most of the people stop talking to watch… but not our table.

"So, I heard that the Dark Lord is going to start internment camps for the undesirables soon." My head snaps to Jade as she fiddles with her glass, staring at Draco. I don't want to listen to this conversation if this is what they'll talk about. "Is that true?"

"Why do you think I'd know?" Draco snaps. "Ask your husband."

"She already did," Blaise answers dryly.

"I thought since your Father was the Dark Lord's right hand man, maybe you would know. Personally, I think it's an excellent idea. I mean, mudbloods are good to have as servants, but some of them can't be tamed… and half-bloods, and blood-traitors… don't even get me started" She sits forward, enjoying what she's talking about. I grip my fork, tempted to stab her with it. "Pansy said that last week one of their family servants killed himself in their upstairs bathroom. Blood was every where, she said." She sits back in her chair and scrunches up her nose. "How horrid is that?" she says. "That marble they have up there is expensive."

"Yes, how horrid," I snap angrily. A person died and she's only worried about the marble tile. I stand up and put my napkin on the table. "I have to go to the restroom," I say to Draco, just to get away for a while.

He watches me, and I know he's going to say no, but Jade cuts in. "I need to go too," She says, standing up as well, and taking my arm. I almost growl at her, but I don't do anything as she steers me towards the black doors that hold the bathrooms.

She drops my arm when we enter the black tiled room and I storm over to a stall, slamming the door shut once I'm inside. I don't actually have to go to the bathroom, but I needed a break. Only, what I needed a break from is standing on the other side of the thin bathroom stall. I hear her giggle and I roll my eyes.

"Was I making you uncomfortable?" she asks lightly, but I ignore her. "I'm good at doing that," she says and giggles again in a sick little girl voice. I hear her unzip her purse and take a few things out. "So, how's the home life, Mrs. Malfoy? I hope Draco's not being too rough with you."

"It's fine," I say flatly, flushing the toilet to block out her voice and opening the door.

She's putting lip gloss on, facing the mirror when I come out. She smirks at me. "Yes, I'm sure." She brings the gloss back down and puts it away. "I wonder what he's going to do after you have this baby." Her eyes flick down to my stomach and back up to me. "You'll be kind of useless after you had his heir, right?" She turns to me and touches a strand of my hair, I immediately pull back. "It's a shame, really. You are kind of pretty, in a girl next door kind of way. Maybe he'll keep you on as one of the maids, or give you to one of his friends." She gives me a sly smile. "You know, my husband seems rather fond of you and I could use a break from his libido every once and a while."

I refuse to be riled up by her, so I turn to wash my hands, pretending like she's not even in the room. She is foul and I hate her. I can see her lean against the sink, from the corner of my eye, and she is definitely staring at me. Women are sneaking, and I don't trust her at all.

"Pansy Parkinson is just about ready to kill you. Did you know that?" I kind of got that vibe from her the times that I have seen her. That's no news to me. She doesn't even wait for an answer. "Of course, she has every right to. You did steal her man."

That is ridiculous. She knows perfectly well that Draco stole me! I didn't take anything from any one and I'm sick of getting in trouble for other peoples actions. I dry my hands with a towel and run into her shoulder as I walk out. I hate people and I hate her. I start to stomp back to the table, but I stop myself. I don't want to go back there just yet, so I turn towards the wall and watch the fish and sea creatures swim about.

After a few moments, I feel a presence by my side and I know that it's him. "What are you doing?" he asks calmly, but I can hear the edge in his voice.

I take in a deep breath. "I was just looking at the fish."

"That is not what we came here to do," he snaps as he puts his hand on my back to lead me back to the table.

The orchestra is playing a slow song that my Mother used to play on her record player when I was younger. I stop in my tracks to watch the people dance to this music that I know so well and to my surprise, Draco allows it. Couples move across the floor, dancing beautifully and I look at Draco, staring at his profile. With out even bothering to look at me, he shakes his head.

"I don't dance," he says flatly, allowing me to stand and watch the others.

"What do you mean, you don't dance? Everyone dances; some just aren't as good as others," I say as I spot Blaise and Jade on the dance floor. Their marriage confuses me.

"I'm a very good dancer," he says seriously, but I keep my eyes on the couple we are here with tonight. "It's pointless and does nothing for me."

I roll my eyes. Of course he thinks that way. If he can't get something out of it, then to hell with it. I choose not to say anything back to him, so I cross my arms as I listen to the music. He puts his hand on my waist, but I don't acknowledge that either. My eyes catch Blaise's as he spins his wife around, and he smirks at me. What is his deal?

In Hogwarts he barely ever said two words to anyone and now, all of a sudden, he's this… this… Death Eater bastard. I know that his dad died when he was young…. By his mother, or so the rumors say… but how did he get involved with Voldemort? I keep on staring at the dark haired man and he notices, winking at me. I'm startled out of my thoughts by a sharp smack to my back side.

I snap my head to Draco, who's glaring at me. "What did I tell you?" he says hatefully. I realize I had been looking at Zabini a little longer than he probably liked… but he just spanked me! The last time I was swatted like that was when I was eight and tried to put my hand over the stove.

I look around to make sure no one saw what embarrassing thing just happened and look to him again. "Sorry," I mumble quietly, my face slowly turning red.

"Don't do it again," He snaps, looking away from me. I don't understand him at all and I resist the urge to touch the spot he just smacked.

He makes me sit down after that, and I slowly eat the thing that he ordered for me. I have no idea what it is, but it probably costs more than my childhood home. The rest of the night I keep my mouth shut and slowly pick at my food as conversation floats around me. Jade and Blaise are drunk with in the hour.

"It's weird that the Malfoy Christmas party is going to be in France this year," Blaise says, while staring at a waitress as she bends over to clean up the glass he spilled.

Draco shrugs his shoulders. "It's what my parents wanted."

Great, another event that I have to dread going to. I had forgotten that Christmas was coming up anyways… I frown. I use to love Christmas. I hope Draco doesn't expect me to give him anything. I make it through the rest of dinner with out any problems and, thankfully, we part ways with the Zabini's when we floo home and they collect their daughter. I feel bad for that little girl…

"We're going to bed," Draco states flatly, as he takes off his cloak and jacket.

I nod my head and walk upstairs behind him. I can't cry tonight, but as he's taking the dress off of my body I begin thinking about what Jade said in the bathroom. What is he going to do with me after I have the baby? Will he let me actually be a parent to the child?

"Draco?" I say nervously to get his attention as he kisses my shoulder.

"Yes?" he answers against my skin in a husky voice that's so warm and different from his usual flat and cold tone.

"What are you…. What's going to happen to me after the baby is born?"

He stops his attention to my shoulder and drops his hands from my hips. "What?"

"When the baby is born… What am I going to do?"

He watches me for a few moments and then takes off his shirt as he thinks. I don't think he's taking this as seriously as I am. "I'll get a nanny and a wet nurse," he says simply, as he pulls me to him again.

"You are going to get rid of me?" I ask with a choked voice. I don't know if I'm happy or sad about that.

"What?" he snaps, as his eyes turn hard. "No, I didn't say that."

"Then why do you need to get a nanny and a wet-nurse?"

He rolls his eyes, like I was being stupid, and wraps his arms around me to unclasp my bra. "To help you when I'm not around… Just like my parents did. Raising a kid is hard work," he answers, and a sense of relief washes over me. He sees it and raises an eyebrow as my remaining clothes fall to the floor. "What did you think was going to happen?"

I shrug my shoulders and look down. He takes my chin his hands and makes me face him, looking deeply into my eyes. He stares at me, waiting for an answer. "I just thought you wouldn't want me after… after I had your heir, or something," I say, not feeling like mentioning Jade because she was probably lying to me.

"If I only wanted an heir, I would have married someone more agreeable," he says and then he smirks. He thinks he made a joke. "You won't be able to get away from me that easily." He's smiling, but I know the truth beyond those words.

"I still don't understand," I say, as he leads me towards the bed with one hand, while undoing his pants with the other. "I'm a Weasley, why me?" I ask the question that's been bugging me since the beginning. "You hate my family."

He turns around and looks at me very seriously, then. "You are a Malfoy now," is all he says before kissing me. I know he believes that.

I have no choice but to comply, so I allow him to touch me where ever he wants and I even touch him back when I can't help myself. He almost moans when I kiss his neck and because of it I smirk against his skin. I open my legs so he can enter me, and after a few slow strokes he pushes himself up and places one hand over my stomach and the other by my head. He's looking me in the eyes and I know that he has to have some sort of feelings for me. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm carrying his child. Should I feel bad that I feel nothing for him? Is that even the truth? I shake my head and close my eyes, feeling his warm lips against mine.

X

She's sitting on the floor, in front of the chair I'm sitting in, doing a puzzle. She looks up at me and smiles before looking back down and placing a piece back into place. I smile and look back down at the paper that I was reading. Christmas Eve is in three days and we have to go to France for my parent's annual Malfoy Christmas Party. It's actually pretty boring and I know that she'll hate it, but my Mother wants to see her and her new pregnant stomach. I smirk to myself when I think about it. I'm starting to notice the change in her body and there's a strange sense of pride that goes through me to see her growing, and getting bigger, because of something I did to her. She's growing something of mine. It's a nice feeling.

"Damn," she says softly, causing my attention to fall on her again. Her face is focused on the puzzle in front of her and she's holding two pieces in her hands.

"Problems?" I ask lightly.

She doesn't even look at me as she furrows her brows and moves the cat that's sitting on the pile of pieces she hasn't used yet. "This must be missing some pieces," she mutters, more to herself, than to me. I laugh out loud at that and her head snaps to mine. "Why are you laughing?"

"That puzzle is not missing any pieces."

She rolls her eyes as she stares back down at the part of the picture she's already done. She sighs and sits back on her knees, making the firelight hit her just right. She's so beautiful, and she has no idea that she is.

"Do you want help?" I ask her with a smirk.

She almost scowls at me, and I laugh again. I like it when she's not acting fake, or afraid. This is really her. "I can do it," she says stubbornly, moving the fluffy white cat again as it tries to settle on the part of the puzzle she's completed.

She rests down on her elbows to get closer to what she's doing, but stays on her knees because of her rounded stomach. She is concentrating so hard on that fucking puzzle that I don't think I should make fun of her for it.

"Draco," I focus on her again as she puts a piece into place. "Can I have some chocolate?"

Her voice is timid, like she thinks I'll tell her no, and I raise an eyebrow as she gets up on all fours to look at me. My eyes darken when I see her in that suggestive position, but I won't act on what I want because it would probably ruin this peaceful night we're actually having. I call for a house-elf and listen, amused, as Ginny tells the stupid little creature about the candy bars that she wants. I had no idea she even liked chocolate that much. It must be the pregnancy.

Once the elf comes back with her candy, she sits back with her back against the chair across from me and she sighs before taking a big bite out of the chocolate.

"I won't be home until late tonight," I tell her as she licks her lips and rubs her midsection.

"Why?"

I can tell she doesn't really care, but I'll tell her anyways. I look down to my watch and back to her. "I have to work."

A strange look flashes in her eyes, then. She knows that it's my Death Eater work. She nods her head and looks to the fire. The cat, Sissy… or whatever the hell she named it, curls up on her lap and she strokes its head. I'm almost jealous.

"Come here," I tell her; unable to hold myself back anymore.

She hesitates a moment before standing up and sitting back down on my lap. I kiss her deeply on the mouth and when I pull back I touch her lips. "You taste so sweet," I say, having tasted the chocolate on her tongue.

"I was thinking today," she says, fiddling with the buttons on my shirt.

"Why would you do a thing like that?" I joke and she looks at me from the corner of her eyes. When she sees that I'm joking, she nudges me and smiles a little. "Go ahead," I tell her to continue.

"I was thinking that if we had a boy we could name him Cassius."

I wasn't expecting that, but it pleases me she was thinking of it. "Why Cassius?" I ask with my head in my hand, my elbow resting against the arm rest as I study her face.

She's still not looking at me. Why is it so hard for her to look at me? "I read a book with that name in it, and I really liked it," she says, finally flicking a glance up to me.

"What if it's a girl?" I ask, wanting to smile because of how normal we're being.

"I have a whole list of girl's names," she says with a small smile that's obviously not for me.

I want to ask her more, but I flick a glance at my watch again and realize I have to leave her. Reluctantly, I get up and kiss her once more before getting my uniform and Apparating away.

"Son of a bitch!" I yell as I fall to the ground after a painful curse hits my arm.

"They knew we were coming," One of my men says, out of breath, while dueling with someone in front of him.

I send a curse at a person running past me and I jump to my feet, ignoring the pain in my arm. Honestly, who hides out in a forest? Well, I guess it's a good idea for the people hiding, but to me it's fucking annoying. I shoot a curse at someone hiding behind a tree and roll my eyes as they whimper and fall down. I can't wait until all of these stupid people are dead so I can stop doing this and focus on other things.

"Malfoy, watch out!" I turn around quickly and barely dodge the green curse that goes flying past my head.

Who the fuck did that? I narrow my eyes in the darkness, trying to find who just tried to kill me, and when another curse is shot at me, I finally see where it's coming from. Most of the rebels are either dead of captured now, so I can walk around with out being worried about getting hit. A few yards away, behind a bush, I stun someone and they fall to the ground. I walk over to who ever it is and see a woman with wild brown hair staring up at me with wild eyes. I smirk down at her evilly.

"Unfortunately for you, I think we'll make you one of the survivors," I say cruelly as I grab her by the collar and throw her over to my men.

I sigh and lean against a tree as I wait for everything to be cleaned up and everyone to get things in order. Once everything's finished, and that woman with dark hair finally stopped screaming, I send the dark mark up into the sky and Apparate home. Thankfully that was quick and since I run the team I can leave them there to finish up with out me. I wince when I take off my cloak because of the deep gash on my arm and I walk to my study heal it.

"Go away," I say hatefully to the stupid little cat that's rubbing up against my leg. I gently kick it away from me. Ginny must be in her room, that was fast.

Once I'm in my study, I take off my shirt to get a better look at the arm, seeing what curse cut me. It should be able to be healed with a simple spell. I walk over to the fire for more light and touch the cut, pulling my hand back as it stings. There's blood all over my hand and I cuss when I see it on my fingers.

The cat comes up to me and meows again so I glare at it. "Leave me alone," I say harshly. I am not in the mood to be bothered right now, especially not by a little ugly kitten.

I bring up my wand to heal my wound, and the cat starts circling and rubbing my legs with it's head again. I step away from it as I clean up the blood and feel very relieved when I'm finished because the pain is no longer there. That stupid fucking cat circles my legs again as I try to walk towards my desk, and it causes me to trip. I catch myself before I totally fall on my face, and thoroughly pissed off at the little animal, I turn around and kick it hard with my boot.

I turn to walk away again, but I hear the most disgusting, disturbing, noise I have ever heard in my life. I turn around to see what it is, and my eyes grow wide. I just stand there, watching the horrible scene, before jumping to action.

"Oh, fuck," I say, slightly panicked. I just kicked Ginny's cat into the fire. I grab my wand that I had dropped and put out the flames. "Fuck, don't be dead."

I levitate it out of the fireplace and cringe when I see it. It's dead and totally foul and deformed looking. "Goddamnit," I say hatefully as the cat falls to the floor in a loud thump. Most of its hair is missing now and the smell is horrid.

Should I tell her what I just did, should I lie to her? I can't figure it out, so I just stare at the mutilated body of the kitten in front of me. I really didn't mean to do that. "Shit," I say out loud again, running my hands over my face. She is going to be so pissed with me and she is not going to believe it was an accident. I could get her another one with out her noticing…

"Fuck!" I shout again, turning around and kicking the table. Things went so well today with us… and good days like this are few and far between.

I call for a house-elf to clean up the mess as I walk out, intending to take a shower. I can't believe I just killed her fucking cat. I groan as I open the bedroom door, and I find Ginny sitting at the vanity, brushing her hair.

"Are you okay?" she asks me, standing up to get a better look at me.

For some reason I can't look at her, so I nod my head tightly and walk past her. "Was there a fire?" she asks curiously as she follows me into the bathroom. "You smell like smoke or something."

"There wasn't a fire," I say dismissively as I take off my remaining clothes and I turn on the shower. I really need to think how I'm going to handle this before I say anything to her about it.

"Have you seen Sicily?" She asks lightly as I step into the shower, trying to avoid her. "She went away from me right after you left. I don't know what she was doing. Did you see her when you came in?"

Of course she had to ask that question right now. I didn't even know she cared about where that stupid cat was. The Gods hate me. I wash my face before I answer. "No, I haven't seen it."

I'm a liar.