I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters/Places in it. I do own Amalthea Vitani and her family

Chapter 11

Wake me up Inside

Jade eyes stared into honey eyes, both blinking rapidly, trying to take everything in. Draco's pale hair had turned into long black hair pulled back into a low pony tail and ending at the top of his butt. Kingsley had kept his build, changing his eyes from silver to jade, putting a dragon tooth earing in his left ear, and squaring out his facial features. His clothes changed to a light green button up, with a tan suit vest and pants, finished off with dark brown dress shoes. Zain was turned into a hunched over, pale, short man, with scraggly blonde hair and wrinkled clothes. Kingsley had wanted him to look unkempt and over worked; he was after all supposed to be a slave.

"Okay boys, you get in there, earn their trust, and remember our bargaining chip is the dead body of Amon. We have him in my office, so no one can find him; his body is worth more than anything you can pay them. Take your time; don't rush anything, pretend like you have all the time in the world. We, and Amon's body, will stay here for however long it takes. You have to get them to come pick up his body here, keep the portkey in your pocket and use it when you're ready."

Both boys nodded in understanding. They stood next to each other, Draco rubbed the poker chip feeling it get warm in his hand, he snagged Zain's arm in his hand and pulled him close, when they opened their eyes they were standing in a parlor of a Mansion.

Draco looked around, not letting go of Zain's arm, waiting to be greeted; both boys took in as much as they could.

6 rooms to the left, 4 to the right, chandelier on the ceiling, two staircases leading upstairs to what looks like a hall way of more doors; the 2 at the top of the stairs are dead bolted…Muggle style?

A man with stark white hair rounded the corner of the stair case on the left. He had a cane in his hand, his left leg a few seconds behind the right. Left leg is weak, probably the knee area, his foot placement is fine. The man stopped directly in front of Draco, a slight too close. Trying to intimidate me I suppose. So Draco took the invitation and stepped even closer, his large hand coming out in front of him.

"Nathanson Day. I believe this is yours," Draco calmly took the poker chip out of his left pocket, opening his palm to the man.

The older man raised his right eyebrow, smirking slightly to "Nathanson," looking towards Zain all while reaching his right hand out and shaking Draco's firmly.

"Cornelius McCrea and yes that is mine. You wish to see the product before we talk prices?" The man had a deep, Southern American twang. I wonder where we are.

"We won't need to discuss prices. What I have to offer is something I know will not be passed up."

"Oh! I already have four offers on the table that are of great value to me."

"Well, I'm a betting man myself, and I'd bet my whole inheritance that you won't pass up my offer. Of course, that would depend on if you are smart or not. I don't happen to know the answer to that for sure, but looking around, it seems I'd be willing to bet on that too."

Cornelius laughed heartily.

"Dear boy, in all my years, I haven't encountered one to talk to me as you have. You have some gumption."

"Gumption. I like that word."

"So do I boy, so do I. I like it even better when my clients possess the quality. Come with me."

He pivoted on his left foot, causing Draco's eyes to shoot down. That little liar. Draco couldn't help but to smirk; the man was smart.

Cornelius led Draco down a series of hallways and if he hadn't grown up in a Mansion, such as this one, he would have been lost. He was brought to a red door; Cornelius stood to the left of the door and looked directly at Draco.

"Now, you have 30 minutes and the time starts the second you turn the door handle. A bell will chime in the room when you have 10 seconds left; you must be outside the door or you will be forcefully removed. You are not to touch the prize in an inappropriate fashion; you can caress her, but hands stay OUTSIDE the clothes. The room is sound proofed and no one can see inside. You have complete secrecy. Your slave is to stay out here. We will be waiting for you."

Draco nodded his head, turning to Zain.

"You are to behave and keep your mouth shut."

"Yes master."

Draco turned towards the door, slowly turned the handle and stepped inside the room, keeping his eyes on the door as he shut it. Taking a deep, he was scared at what he'd find when he turned around, but he didn't have much time. Slowly turning, Draco's eyes got bigger and bigger at what he saw, and finally his eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead.

There were two plush red couches, the only light in the room came from the fire place, and in the middle of the room was a king size bed with black satin sheets, no comforter, no pillows. The bed frame was black and the curtains were a sheer auburn. Amalthea sat in the middle of the bed, her long toned legs out in front of her, silver chains going to each bed post, locked around her ankles and around her wrists. She had on gold, Egyptian type sandals, with straps that crisscrossed up her calves, ending in perfect bows behind her knees. She had on a long white skirt that had two slits all the way up her thighs, the middle part hiding her womanhood from him. The skirt was held up by a gold snake band that rested perfectly on her hips.

The fire light reflected on the indentions on her hips; the skirt showing off how much they jutted out. Her slim, golden stomach was completely bare; her scar shining white against the firelight, and the only thing that covered her breasts was a strip of white see through fabric. Her small, but perfectly round breasts pushed against the fabric showing of her small rose colored nipples. The material wrapped around her and tied in a large bow on her back. Her family band rested on her arm, the snakes slowly slithering in circles, as if hunting for prey on her arm. Her long black hair flowed down her back and she had a gold head band resting on top of her head with woven golden strips coming down and intertwining in her hair.

There was a face piece held on by the head band. It was gold and came down the sides of her forehead to a point on her nose. Gold chain links fell in upside down arches covering her mouth and her neck. All he could see of her face were her eyes. She had one perfectly sculpted eye brow raised at Draco; her eyes had turned from their bright honey to an almost yellow with tints of green around the pupil. Her almond eyes were outlined with a dark black eye liner, the eye liner coming out to the sides of her eyes. She looked every bit the Egyptian goddess she was and Draco couldn't will his dick to stay soft. If he had been anyone else he would have drooled.

He could feel a pull at his magic. What the hell is that?

Amalthea smirked as she felt the same thing. She slowly pulled her arms in front of her, as much as the chains would let her, and crooked a finger at Draco, beckoning him to her. This has to be her Veela. He slowly stalked over to her, feeling like he was under the Imperius curse.

"That's quiet the disguise Malfoy" chuckled Amalthea in a deep sultry voice; her Egyptian accent much thicker in her throat.

Stopping where he was, Draco's mouth dropped open. "How the hell did you know it was me?"

"I can see the magic on you; tricks don't work with me. Oh and I can read right through those mind walls you've got; don't bother."

She pulled her legs up a little, the chains clinking with her movements.

"Why don't you come a little closer, darling."

"I'm fine where I am."

"Scared?"

Draco let out a deep condescending laugh.

"You're chained down. Why would I be scared of you?"

It was Amalthea's turn to laugh.

"You really think these Muggle chains can hold me down." She pulled her arms up, the magic cuffs and chains falling to the bed. Then she pulled her right leg behind her, the cuff releasing as if it hadn't been locked at all; she did the same with the left leg. Repositioning herself so she was on her hands and knees, she crawled over to Draco.

"I can smell your arousal boy." Her deep husky voice sending shivers straight down his abdomen.

"Why'd you even stay in those chains if you could get out of them that easily?" Draco asked suspiciously, trying to change the subject.

"It wouldn't do for them to think I was stronger than them, my little Prince. Don't you think they would have tried to kill me?" She was now on just her knees in front of him; looking him straight in his fake jade eyes.

"You obviously would have been able to handle yourself."

She sat back on her haunches; a laugh from deep in her gut came pouring out.

"True. Then they'd be dead though. It would do us no good. The one we want isn't here."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think Cornelius is the one who took me? That isn't how this game works."

Her eyes flashed to honey. Amalthea!

Draco reached forward, bending down so he could look into her eyes.

"Amalthea I know you're in there!"

Slapping his hand away her eyes flashed yellow again.

"Don't touch me boy. She's weak. I'm needed to ensure our survival" 'Eris' growled out, her voice heavy with determination.

"No one touched you did they?" He whispered

Amalthea closed her eyes, hissing as Draco's skin came in contact with hers.

"Possessive aren't we" Amalthea whispered huskily.

She leaned forward, closing the distance between them, her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers thread through his fake dark hair, and she jumped into his arms. Draco couldn't help it and his reaction was immediate; pulling her into his body, her legs wrapped around his torso, making it much easier to kiss with their height difference. He reached up to pull the head piece off and next thing Draco knew, he was on the floor with his nose bleeding.

"What the he…"

"Draco help, help me please, wake me up, call my name, pull me from the dark. Just keep calling my name! It'll help me wake up from the dark."