I tossed and turned for hours. I didn't know what to do. The Malfoys could destroy my family if they wanted. They could destroy me too.
I rose from bed, putting on my robe, pacing the room. Back and forth I walked, until I thought I'd go mad.
I opened my door and stomped across the hall, not knowing what I was doing. I banged on Draco's door angrily.
"How can you…" I began. I hardly knew how to phrase the question. I continued smacking at his door with released fury until I heard a soft voice, uttering words of condolence.
"Please, Mistress, everything will be all right. He's not in at the moment, but he will see you for breakfast. I promise." Camus said. I turned to look at him, hardly sated.
"Not in? He lives here, does he not? Where could he possibly be at this hour?" I asked. I continued rapping smartly on the door to his room. My slams got slower and slower, my hands growing weak and sore. Camus was watching me with a mixture of pity and concern.
"Malfoy, damn you. I know you're in there. You can't deny me the right to bargain with you." I shouted. My cries of anger soon gave way to cries of sorrow, and I slid down the door with a heavy sob.
"Please. I'll do anything…" I cried. Camus tried to lift me but I brushed his hands away.
"Leave me." I said. He eventually left me there as I'd wished.
She was undoubtedly angry. He knew she would be. He didn't think it would take her this long to get angry, though.
He stared out the window, remembering how beautiful she'd looked that night. How sad she'd looked this night. He felt a stab of guilt, but brushed it off.
Until she began crying, that is. Draco frowned heavily. He heard her tell Camus to leave her and he knew she was still outside the door. And she stayed outside the door for most of the night.
Draco eventually stopped pacing back and forth himself and eased his door open to catch Davis before she slumped to the ground. He picked her up gently and went to her room, trying to open her door.
"Bloody terrific." He mumbled. Her door was jammed. He knew he could just as easily have magicked the door open, but for some reason he decided to take her back to his room and place her gently in his bed.
He gazed at her for a bit, wondering why he even cared whether or not she slept against a door.
He returned to his position of looking out the window. Then he scowled, pulling the curtains closed. It was the awful moon that had gotten him bewitched by that damned Davis girl in the first place.
He looked back over at her, realizing that she was crying in her sleep.
With a slow and steady hand, Draco began to pen a letter at his desk, hoping it would keep her from crying in the future.
I woke up feeling as though I'd been beaten. My eyes were puffy and I had a heavy feeling within my chest. A feeling of burden that I didn't know how to rid myself of.
I sat up in bed and suddenly remembered that I shouldn't have been in bed. I fell asleep in front of Draco's door.
"Oh, good heavens. What am I doing in his bedroom?" I gasped. I glanced around the room, assuring that it really was Draco's room and I wasn't just dreaming. Draco had gone and I was left with so many more questions than I'd had the night before.
I swung my legs over the bed and inadvertently knocked off a piece of paper. I reached down to grab it, finding it marked by the Malfoy signet ring.
Davis,
I've decided my original terms were not to my liking at all. You and I will marry, and after the child is born, I will be willing to negotiate joint custody. There's no reason why we can't all get what we want in this arrangement. The child is yours as well, and it's only natural that he should see his mother as often as he wishes.
Draco Malfoy
I clutched the letter in my hands, surprised and shocked. Though not ideal, it was something I was willing to live with. Draco…did not seem so terrible after all.
"I assume the new terms are to your satisfaction?" Draco asked. He was enjoying a poached egg with his tea. I gave a slight nod.
"They're better." I admitted. I still wasn't crazy about being hidden from society like some curse of the Malfoys.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What's wrong with the terms now? I changed them for you." Draco said, sipping his tea. I sighed.
"Am I unfit to be a Malfoy? Am I some shameful ugly beast that doesn't deserve to raise her child or be regarded by her husband with pride? I may not have asked to be a wife or a mother, but so far no one's given me the chance to prove myself as either one." I said.
Draco stared at me for a bit. He said nothing but eventually went back to sipping his tea. My face reddened when I realized he must have thought I was a fool.
"Unless…you really don't want a wife. You only want to get married to appease your father." I said. Draco froze, his face masked and devoid of any kind of sentiment.
"I think…you're awfully glad that this happened. This way you can provide your father with an heir, and get a marvelous excuse to be rid of your wife, since this was an 'accident' and you don't love me, which then leaves you with a satisfied father and another chance at living your life the way you want to live it." I suggested.
Draco cleaned himself with his napkin and rose from the table.
"Just because you're to be my wife, Christie, doesn't mean you know anything about me. I'll thank you to stay out of my business." Draco said as he walked past me and out of the room.
