A/N: As requested by marym19 and Bergere a Draco and Katie chapter. Sorry I haven't updated for a couple of days – been slightly distracted with some family stuff and then the site wouldn't let me upload for a few days (I have no idea why?).

Anyway, I am now back at school so daily updates will probably become a thing of the past - sorry! I will try and update as much as possible.

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Draco x Katie
The Malfoy Mansion

"Mother." Draco drawled lazily, striding through the hallway as if he owned the place. Actually, Katie realised, he did pretty much own the place. He removed his cloak and dropped it in the general direction of a house elf who darted forwards with surprising agility to catch it. He helped Katie take her coat off, she glared at him angrily – she didn't need help, she could take her own coat off.

Narcissa Malfoy was perched on the corner of an arm chair in the drawing room. The room was grand and luxurious and sumptuous but Katie instinctively hated it. The sheer opulence ruined any sense of homeliness or comfort the room may once have held.

Katie looked around nervously; she wondered whether You-Know-Who had ever sat in here, if he had made his plans to kill her friends in this room, if he had…killed in this room. She pushed the terrifying thoughts from her mind quickly, forcing herself to concentrate.

Narcissa stood up gracefully; Katie noted that she was wearing a dress. A proper, floor length dress, most pure blood families lived in wizarding robes. It was black, well cut and obviously expensive. "Katie, welcome. I have heard much about you." Narcissa extended one pale hand elegantly and Katie took it.

Katie wondered if she actually had heard anything about her or if she was just being polite. "Nice to meet you, Mrs Malfoy."

"Narcissa, please." Narcissa smiled indulgently.

"Mother, is dinner ready?" Draco interjected with the attitude of a whiny child.

Narcissa nodded, "Of course darling, I was just waiting for you."

Draco turned to Katie and took her arm. Katie stiffened but realised that with Narcissa's cool eyes on her she could not react. Later, however, she was going to hex his arm off. Or maybe a certain other part of his anatomy…

The dining room was huge. She could have fitted her entire flat inside it with heaps of room left over, in fact, she could have put the whole block of flats in comfortably. The table was made of a rich, dark wood and had no fewer than twenty four chairs arranged around it.

At the far end three places were laid although she noted that the chair at the head of the table was not set. Clearly Lucius Malfoy was still head of the household, despite currently residing in Azkaban.

A house elf appeared seemingly from thin air and pulled out the chairs for them to sit at. Katie thanked her profusely, even daring to smile in a friendly way; Narcissa's pale eyebrows rose dramatically into her hairline. The house elf just looked at its' feet for a brief second and then disappeared.

Katie smothered a grin – she was going to do absolutely everything in her power to shake up the straight laced, rule abiding, class minding Malfoys.

Draco resided over the table, evidently in the absence of his father he was the alpha male. He had a casually arrogant manner, she understood it – this was his home, he was an only child and clearly rather spoiled and used to getting his own way.

She wondered if she had actually dug herself deeper into the hole by rejecting him at the Ministry meeting. After all, what is more exciting to those who have everything than something they cannot hope to possess?

Katie found herself drinking a rich red wine which Draco had served – he'd announced imperiously the name of the wine (clearly, she was supposed to be impressed), the year it was from (cue more wonder) and that house elves were not to be trusted with pouring such a wine.

She'd smothered the part of her which wanted to scream at him and hex him into oblivion for his attitude towards the house elves. She knew that most Pureblood families, usually the rich ones, felt nothing but contempt and disdain towards their house elves. It irritated her. When she lived here, for she realised that she had no choice and that living in the Malfoy mansion was a given, she was going to 'accidentally' free some of the house elves.

She almost laughed out loud at the idea of the Malfoy house elves all walking out clutching socks and pants, Narcissa and Draco forced to stand aside and watch.

"Something funny?" Narcissa commented lightly as the house elves served some sort of starter. She couldn't even begin to tell what it was – it looked delicious though.

"Oh no." Katie lied.

"Well, dear, after dinner we simply must start on the wedding plans."

Katie just nodded, feeling a rising sense of dread. The wedding was going to be huge and expensive and horrible. Okay, everyone worth knowing would attend, she would have everything she wanted, the best of everything but her husband would be Draco Malfoy, therefore ruining her dream of the perfect wedding.

The meal continued in a drowning silence, she wondered if this was a regular occurrence. Something told her that the Malfoys were not the sort to gossip about their respective days over dinner and tell stupid jokes like her family used to. Maybe talking was considered rude or something.

The food was delicious of course, she hadn't expected anything less. She was also drinking much more than she usually would and Draco kept filling up her glass wordlessly. She was aware that she was slightly tipsy and that this had not been part of her plan. She needed to be sober to get through this night.

She also noticed that Narcissa seemed to eat enough to nourish a sparrow – evidently not eating properly was an unspoken rule. In defiance, Katie cleared her plate every time.

Finally, after several lengthy courses served with a deafening, screaming silence, the very long dinner drew to a close.

Narcissa rose, dropped her napkin delicately onto the table and swept towards the doorway. "Come, Katie dear, we will go to the lounge. It is much more comfortable."

Draco pulled her chair out for her carefully and held out his hand for her to take. "Just take it." He said impatiently when she merely looked at his hand with something approaching disgust, "You'll need it. You won't be able to walk straight." He sounded amused.

She glared at him. "I'm not drunk."

She took his hand, managed to stand, wobbled slightly and inwardly cursed herself. Draco smirked at her contradiction.

"I'm not that drunk." She admitted in a quieter voice.

"Good girl, you can hold your drink." He actually sounded…impressed.

"Yes thanks." She dismissed abruptly, painfully aware that her sharp retort was completely ruined by the very fact that she was clinging to his arm like she was drowning or something.

He escorted her into the lounge and helped her onto the sofa. The longue was admittedly the most comfortable looking room she had seen in the house so far. It was clearly a woman's room and was decorated mostly in shades of pink (all muted tones of course, a bold pink would have been far too brash for Narcissa Malfoy), lighter woods and silk, lots of silk.

Narcissa smiled happily as Draco sat next to Katie and threw his arm along the top of the sofa. She called for a house elf to bring coffee (Draco requested whisky, 'to pep up the coffee' he had said when Narcissa had looked disapproving) and asked another to bring her 'the books'.

'The books' turned out to be a series of wedding catalogues and a clipboard. The catalogues all had pages marked in them and on the clipboard were a few pages of notes written in a neat script and what appeared to be some sort of timetable of events.

"I have been planning this wedding ever since the law was introduced." Narcissa explained softly, "Otherwise there would be nothing and no-one good left and a Malfoy always has the best. Lucius wrote to say that he will pay for anything we require, he's terribly sorry that he cannot actually attend the wedding. He will return fairly soon anyhow."

Katie nodded absent mindedly. She just wanted to go home. The evening had been dull and she dreaded having to return.

Then Narcissa's words sunk in – she was talking about her husband as if he were away on business or something, as if he had not been sentenced publicly by the Wizengamot to fifteen years in Azkaban, as if every member of the wizarding world did not know what terrible crimes Lucius had committed.

"Now, we must go shopping for your dress. Obviously you can't have anything from the racks but it would be a good idea, I think, to see what the latest styles are and then we'll have one custom made…"

Katie zoned out, nodding every now and then to give the illusion of listening to Narcissa's monologue, thinking morose thoughts about her new life.

She wasn't ever going to fall in love and marry a husband whom she loved. Her husband didn't love her, never would. He might desire her at the moment because he couldn't have her, but once they were married she would be forced to like him and any attraction she currently held for him would instantly cease.

She would have to live in this cold cold house where no one laughed or joked or chatted. Where there were strict protocols and unspoken rules. Where an army of house elves waited on the family hand and foot without ever receiving a word of thanks. Where love did not exist, where family was more about the name than companionship and genuine liking and where one's reputation must be preserved at all costs. Where money could buy you everything, except true happiness, where nothing was comfortable or out of place and where the women were seen but not heard.

A feeling akin to suffocation rose over her, she couldn't breathe. Her lungs constricted painfully. She couldn't breathe…she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. She was aware that her breathing was quickened and that Draco was looking at her worriedly.

Draco touched her hand gently, "You okay?" He murmured in her ear.

Narcissa didn't seem to notice, engrossed as she was in pictures of wedding flowers. "Lilies, I think dear, perhaps mixed with pink roses to add a touch of colour…."

Katie shook her head and announced loudly, "I need to get home now."

Narcissa looked startled; Katie had interrupted her, clearly something that had never happened to her before.

She seemed to recover herself quickly, "Of course dear, it is late. Please do come again soon." She took Katie's hand and squeezed it briefly before perching on the edge of her chair again. Katie wondered if the woman ever sat back in her chair or slouched across the sofa, or, God forbid, actually sat comfortably. She thought not.

Draco led her to the door, "Let me Apparate you home. You don't look like you'll be able to get there by yourself."

"No, no…" She protested weakly still feeling dizzy and panicked. "I'll be fine when I get outside. Honest."

He raised an eyebrow, took a firmer grip on her arm and Apparated directly to her front door.

"Goodbye." She said stiffly, pulling away from him and reaching for the door handle.

He stopped her by throwing an arm across the doorframe and smirking happily, "Good night, darling. See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"You and Mother are having tea together, you promised her." Draco reminded her in a casually light tone.

"I didn't." She denied hotly – she had no memory of making any such promise.

"You really did." He told her firmly, "You'd better be there, and if you don't attend then I'll come and get you. Mother doesn't take disappointment well and for her lateness is the very epitome of rudeness. Good night, darling."

He turned and strode away; she heard a small pop as he Apparated back home. She groaned – tea with Narcissa, Merlin help her.