Chapter Twenty-Six: Letter to Lucille

We didn't have to change into our robes this year for the first feast. We still have to wear our uniforms, but Dumbledore isn't being as strict as he used to be. Last year, with that crazy hag Umbridge, everything was ridiculously strict. I heard on the train that Dumbledore is very ill this year, plus he's guilt ridden about last years events, so we don't have to wear our uniforms until tomorrow for class. The first years have to wear their robes for identification; not out of cruelty, but so the prefects know whom to assist to get into the correct House.

I sat down with my usual small group of Gryffindor friends at the Gryffindor table. I've actually grown rather popular since I've lost weight, but those people aren't my real friends; I've kept my first Hogwarts friends, my real ones. Dumbledore was in the middle of his usual, beginning of the year speech, when my friend, Gina, leaned to her right and whispered to me, "Is it true?"

I gave her a curious look, "What are you talking about?"

"You know," she looked at Dumbledore and then back at me, "Are you and Draco going out now? Ron and Harry were shouting about it in disbelief; Harry thinks you're going to be a Death Eater now, like your dad. He's convinced that Draco's a Death Eater, too."

I sighed and whispered, "I'll tell you everything once we're back in our dorm, okay?"

"Okay." She breathed and then looked back at Dumbledore. Draco and I occasionally made eye contact during the feast. Katrina, another long time friend of mine, saw this, looked at me, and then said, "I guess it is true."

I rolled my eyes and smirked, "Don't be jealous."

She laughed before saying, "He's a douche, but he is pretty damn fine."

Gina smirked and nodded while I sighed.

Katrina continued to talk, "Your dad won't let you guys, you know, you and Drea and Gaston, to marry anyone who's not a pureblood."

After I swallowed the mash potatoes in my mouth, I mumbled, "Yeah, so what?"

"So…" she smirked, "You two gonna tie the knot?"

I did my best not to spit my pumpkin juice out, but some did dribble down my chin. I gently wiped my face before replying, "We've been dating for a month, maybe one and a half."

"So? Gina smiled rather goofily, "One month can easily turn into two, and that can easily become six months… then a year… Then a life time."

I laughed and blushed; the majority of our conversations over the feast were about Draco. They all wanted to know how we came about, but I stayed firm when I told them that I'd tell them later tonight. We ended up pigging out on the desserts; I couldn't take their complaints about their body insecurities last year, so I made them start exercising. Ever since then we've been extremely healthy. Tonight, however, we didn't care. We ate all the desserts we could stuff down our throats; we still have sweet toothes.

Once we wre in our dorm and situated in our beds, Gina yawned, "What have you been pu to this summer?" She winked playfully, "hmm?"

I sighed, "Come over here and I'll tell you guys." They groaned, but they sat down on my bed. I sat up, leaned closer to them, and said, "You guys can't tell anyone."

"Of course we won't." Gina smiled warmly.

I gulped, "I was busy all summer, too busy to write you guys…" Usually one of them would scoff or make a sarcastic remark, but they saw my silent tears and sat closer to me. I drew in a deep breath before whispering, "We moved, next door to the Malfoys… Drea and I blared some music and danced…" I drew in another deep breath before rushing out, "Voldemort walked over with half of his inner circle. Raped me. All summer."

They were quiet, at first they thought I was joking, but when they saw all my tears they knew I was serious. They hugged me and cried with me while I told them of all the times Voldemort and I had sex, all the places, all the ways. I told them that is why and how Draco and I got together, because of the horrible circumstances. I told them everything about Draco and I, I told them about Voldemort getting his youth back and wanting to freeze me at twenty, once I get there. The three of us ended up sleeping in my bed; it was awkward and a bit crowded, but it was easier to cry together than apart. I took the first quick shower and got dressed, but I waited for them so we could go eat together. We were clumsy and tense because we didn't know how to react to anything. I hit them with some pretty heavy news, but we gradually went back to acting normally.

Draco, on the other hand, steadily became tenser; the reality of being a Death Eater was setting in. He didn't exactly push me away, and it wasn't like we were starting to fall out of love, but he was always angry. I often gave him massages and just agreed with everything he said so that he could calm down. We went to five or six very nice, very expensive dinners at Hogsmeade over the course of a month. I was sitting with him at the Slytherin Table on October fifteenth when his Eagle Owl dropped a letter almost directly onto my lap. We both cringed when I slowly picked the coal black envelope off of my lap and onto the table in front of me. I drew in a deep breath, looked up into his oddly warm, grey eyes, and whispered, "I don't want to open it."

He gulped and wrapped his left arm around my waist; his touch comforted me, and my touch soothed his Dark Mark. Voldemort was less than pleased to be going about knowing that I wasn't at my home, completely under his command. Draco kissed the top of my head, lingering in my soft hair before whispering, "You have to."

I sighed.

"I'm here for you."

I smiled weakly and slowly tore the top of the envelope. I gulped and gently pulled out a surprisingly bright piece of yellowish parchment out. I wasn't surprised to see the absurdly neat, and really rather attractive handwriting – don't judge me, it's like perfect calligraphy – of Voldemort. I sighed and leaned into Draco; I whispered into his left ear, "Awww, Volders wrote me a letter."

Draco chuckled at my comment and held me a bit tighter. I looked down at my letter while Draco pretended not to try reading it at the angle I was holding it. I sighed while reading Voldie's wonderful letter:

Neema,

I've been terribly bored these last few days. I've been kept busy with all my planning, but I do occasionally have time for myself. I usually spent this time with you, well, in you, but now I have nothing to do. I have been spending more time with Nagini, but she isn't as witty as you. I didn't realize how very much like your father you are until I started to watch the picture box with him in the evenings; he's quick like you. Well… I suppose you're quick like him.

You share many features with him, you know. You look a lot like your mother, – rather petite, quite curvaceous, etc… – but you look more like your father. I noticed that you two have the same hair and eye color; however, he's darker than you. I suppose you're on the light side of olive because your mother is rather light. Now that I look at her, she's tall as well; why are you so short? Both of your parents are tall, there is no reason for you to be short.

Anyway, I suppose I'm writing you because Halloween is just around the corner, and I've been thinking about your costume. I have instructed your father to not attend the ball, that being so, I expect you to wear something that will appeal to me. To tell you the truth, Neemie, I'm not quite sure how I've gone this long without you here to satisfy me. I will be sending you money a week before Halloween so that you may buy a costume to my liking. Do not wear this costume to the Hogwarts Halloween Ball; only I may escort you in this costume. I expect you to wear a much different, much more modest costume to the ball. Do not fornicate with Draco near Halloween – of course I know you two are having sex, I'm no fool; I will be taking you as soon as possible, and I will not stand having you after another. You are mine. You belong to me.

I'm taking you to a ball of sorts; Lucius is holding it in Malfoy Manor, yes, Draco will be coming as well. You will be by my side during the whole event; you are not his date, you will not even speak to him unless I say otherwise. You may speak when my Death Eaters speak to you, but don't start conversations with them. You are mine, and I will not hesitate to crucio you during the ball to make sure you know that. I don't want to hurt you, Neemie, so do not make me have to do that.

Nagini has grown fond of your room and finds all your shelves a plethora of amusement. I doubt you like knowing that, though. However, it is your room, and you should know what goes on in it. Nagini isn't the only explorer of your room; I was going through your closet, imaging the way you'd look in your tight winter dresses, and I found quite the interesting box. I see you left your pipe and marijuana here; it's a disgusting habit and I wish you'd drop it, but if it enables you to have indefinable, kinky sex with me, then I can turn a blind eye.

I gulped, looked at Draco, and then whispered, "Don't read any more of this letter. I don't want—"

Draco smiled weakly, "You don't have to explain to me."

I smiled and tenderly kissed him on the lips for a moment before continuing to read Voldemort's letter to me.

Below your enabler, I found quite an interesting, yet somewhat depressingly small stack of pornography. I won't lie, at first I was enraged; am I not enough for you? I'm nine inches of absolute, raw pleasure. All you do is wither and scream when I give it to you, how could I not be enough for you. Regardless of my rage, I started to flip through it; why didn't you tell me you were bisexual? We could have brought in another woman whenever you wanted to.

I started to look around whenever I left the house, and I, quite honestly, cannot find a woman fit for your beauty. Perhaps you have some ideas? There were a few good looking women that I thought you might fancy, but I couldn't get excited for them, so whoever you bring in will be solely for you.

I don't think you fully understand my frustrations. I cannot become hard for any other women. I've attempted two other sexual interactions, but I just did not find them as appealing, attractive, or just overall sexy as you. Don't hesitate to come early or stay late, or both.

Write me back, soon.

I sighed angrily; I like to pretend that I'm completely straight. I haven't told anyone about my closet bisexuality. I joked about it once with my mother, and she told me, "Don't be ridiculous. You can decide that when you have sex with a woman." Which is straight up stupid; did she have to have sex with a man before she knew she liked them? No. Anyway, I like to pretend I don't own such things. They're dirty and they make me feel dirty, but at the same time, they allow me to release my homosexuality. I find that I'm mostly heterosexual, but there's no denying that I'm attracted to women, too.

I sighed and gave Draco a random kiss to reassure myself. He half smirked, half smiled down at me while I wiggled my eyebrows at him. I laughed and then asked him to give me a piece of parchment and a quill so that I could get my reply out of the way. He smiled rather weakly, bent over to gather the materials from his bag, and then gave them to me. I sighed, dipped the quill into black ink, and then looked into Draco's eyes. With a soft voice, I told him, "I love you very much."

He smiled, "I love you, too."

I sighed and softly kissed his shoulder, "I prefer you now, and will always prefer you to him."

He chuckled, "I already know that."

I didn't look up at his face, "I'm going to pretend that I like him a bit. He'll be less awful with me if I do that. And…" I snuggled into him for a moment, "if I please him in all the ways he wants, more than sexually, I can talk him into cutting you some slack."

"Neema—"

"I was able to do it for my father, and your father."

Draco sighed.

I playfully rolled my eyes, "You're welcome."

He quietly laughed at me while lazily watching as I started my reply letter.

Voldie,

I'd like to start off by saying that I'm glad you find me more intelligent than a snake.

I have been bombarded with schoolwork since the first day of lessons. I haven't been able to think much of my home life; Snape is assigning essays like they're going out of style. On the bright side, he is much kinder to me now. Almost all of the Slytherin's are more pleasant towards me, now. They quietly ramble to their friends about what's happening between us; some are surprised that you consider me "worthy" while some just think I'm a slut. I am deeply involved with Draco, and as much as you don't like it, I don't give a damn. He makes me happy; he makes me feel tingly inside without having to insert his penis. Isn't that wonderful?

I am very much like my father. We have the same sense of humor, we think similarly, and the majority of my facial features come from him. I am short because my mother's mother is very short, as is her immediate family. Thank you for pointing out my height, I was not aware that I am the shortest person in my home. My two lovers, Draco and you, are quite tall as well, so it's not like I exactly forget.

Perhaps I'll be a fairy? But we really should match. Perhaps I'll be a genie and you'll be the master? You'd like that. Hah. Maybe I'll be a belly dancer or something, and you can be Aladdin. Have you read 1000 Arabian Nights? If not, Aladdin won't make much sense to you.

I cannot stay any longer than you have arranged; I have much too much work to complete and lessons to make sure I completely understand to spend time wasting away at parties I'm not allowed to actually speak at. However, I have the whole of December off, so I'm sure you can think up all sorts of ways to spend my time while I'm at home. Consider Halloween a sample.

Who are you to tell me what is and isn't disgusting? You kill people for fun; you are a RAPIST, and a VICIOUS MURDER. I'm pretty sure you're not exactly the perfect person, either. Also, I really wish you'd let me keep some secrets. I'm very deep in the closet about my bisexuality; they'd accept me, but it'd still be awkward. My family was never really one to be loving and open to those who are different. We're really considerably wonderful, but we're still a rather twisted bunch. I suppose we'd have to be to have a father that's a Death Eater and a daughter that's the sex slave of The Dark Lord.

Anyway, I don't want to bring in another woman. Like I already hinted at, I'm perfectly happy with being the in the closet. I may change my mind later, but for now, I'm perfectly content with my choice. Please don't bring up my bisexuality, or my "enablers" up any more; it makes me feel bad, and I don't like that. The more depressed I am, the less inclined I am to have mind blowing, fantastic sex with you on Halloween.

I wish we could do more than just sex, shopping, and parties, though. Please do some planning in your free time to make me feel better once I see you again.

Neema

I read my letter over, fixed up my punctuation, and then looked at the black envelope. I fished my wand out of my left pocket, magically fixed the envelope, and then slid my folded piece of parchment into the envelope. I cringed as I licked the flap; it tasted of him, so I made it fast and then sealed the envelope. Apparently he wanted my letter quickly, because it dissolved once I closed it, no doubt appearing in his hands now.

I sighed and then turned my head to look up at Draco, "Apparently you're coming on Halloween, too."

"I know. I'm supposed to apparate us there."

"I'm not allowed to talk to you at the ball."

"I know."

"We're not allowed to have sex beforehand. He'll punish us severely if we do."

"I know."

"I'd like to have sex with you before the last week of this month."

He smirked, "Me too."

I sighed, "But you're always so busy—"

"I'm sure I can find some time for that." He smirked and wiggled his brows.

I laughed and leaned my body into his, "Good." I slid my left hand up his left arm and lightly touched his Dark Mark through the thin fabric of his white shirt. I don't know how or why I can sooth his pain, but I do, and we both like that. I gently pressed my thumb into his forearm and massaged it in small, counter clockwise circles. He quietly sighed with happiness while I continued to rub his Dark Mark. I rested my head on his shoulder and thought about the Hogwarts Halloween Ball. Without looking up at him, I asked, "What will you be going as? To the Hogwarts Ball."

"A sailor."

I looked up, "Why?"

"Because," he smirked and looked down at me, "I saw the outfit and knew you'd like it."

I rolled my eyes.

"What will you be going as?"

"I don't know."

His smirk widened, "You could go as a siren."

I laughed but then said, "That's not a bad idea."

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A/N: I stayed up until three thirty to write the majority of this chapter, and responsibility woke me up at seven thirty this morning. I start school in a little less than two weeks, and I really don't want to go, mostly because I STILL have to finish reading for my classes. *long sigh* At least I'm mostly done with the reading. Anyway, being how I stayed up so late and woke up so early, I don't really have the energy to respond to my AWESOME reviewers. So, I'm not going to for this chapter. However, I will respond to the reviews on this chapter. So please go review!