That Was Weird

Chapter 36

Dear Diary,

I went home with Draco today. He told me not to worry about Larissa. "She'll be fine," he said. "She's the Dark Lord's favorite. He'll be forgiving."

So I went home with Draco and forgive me if I sound less (much less) than thrilled, it's just not quite the romantic setting I had always dreamt of. I mean, meeting your boyfriends parents shouldn't give you nightmares!

On the train ride, I asked Draco why his parents wanted to meet me. He just smirked at me. "It's because they want to see how right they were when they called you all those retched names."

"First of all, that was just your father who called me names. I've never met your mum. Secondly, I'm smart enough to know that that isn't really the reason. Am I right?"

He sighed and I knew I was right. This could only mean one thing.

"So I was correct. They want me to be a Death Eater. Draco, I don't think this is such a good idea. I didn't tell Harry and Ron that we were going. What if we get into trouble with Voldemort. No one will save us."

Draco just laughed. "You are way too dependant on those two. Listen, don't worry. Voldemort won't even be there. It's just a nice, calm week with my parents…and maybe some of their friends."

"Draco!"

"Don't worry, love. Father said I'm not getting the mark until Graduation, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about." I breathed a small sigh of relief. This was good news. At least they weren't going to do anything to me this week.

I looked around me at the compartment and gave Draco a small smile. "Remember the last time we were in this compartment?"

He laughed. "Of course. You nearly made me rip the seat out with your mouth around me like that."

I gasped. "You always make things sound so dirty."

"That's why you love me. Now why don't you sit down and let me return the favor?" He locked and silenced the room and then set to work on undressing me.

Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad week after all.

DRACO'S P.O.V.

When we arrived at my parent's home, mother met us at the door. "Draco!" she exclaimed with excitement. "Oh darling, it's so good to have you home. Come here, let me take a look at you. Oh you grow more and more every time I see you." That's when I realized Hermione must not be the only company we had. Otherwise she wouldn't have bothered putting on the act.

"Hello, mother," I replied as I kissed her cheek lightly. "How have you been? I trust my father's been treating you well?"

She smiled. "As always, sweetheart. Now, please, introduce us to your lady friend. I've just been dying to meet her since that article came out at the end of the summer."

"Yes," my father broke in. "Please, son. Introduce us."

"Well, mother, father…this is Hermione Granger," I said awkwardly, unaware of what they were going to say next. I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to me.

"Pleasure to meet you," she said as she shook my mothers hand. "Draco's told me…so many wonderful things about you." She reached out her hand to my father.

He paused, looking at me with a quirked eyebrow before turning back to her with a devilish grin. "Handshakes seem so formal," he replied, extending hi arms to embrace her. "I'd rather you think of us as family."

Their hug was more than awkward and I felt my blood begin to boil. I just didn't like the way he was touching her. It made me feel so uncomfortable. There was just something about that smile.

We finally went in the house after that and I saw a few guests in our living room. "Aunt Bella," I greeted my aunt. "Uncle Rudolphus." There were sitting in the living room along with Tom. "Tom! I was wondering just where you went," I told him.

He just smiled. "Ah Miss Granger," he said, looking at her before giving her a hug. "How was your trip? I trust the train wasn't too crowded?"

"It was fine," she told him, reaching for my hand again and almost clinging to my arm. "We had our own compartment. Head Boy and Girl get to have their own compartment. It's nice and spacious."

"Oh yes, I forgot," my Aunt exclaimed. "Good job both of you. Head Boy and Head Girl. Well I guess you two were just meant to be! Isn't it cute, Rudy?"

He looked up from his gin just long enough to smile and mutter, "Just grand."

"Miss Granger, would you like something to eat?" my father asked. "I could have one of the house elves whip something up for you."

Her head snapped up and she tried hard to bite her tongue. "No…thank you. I'm not really hungry. I am kind of tired though. I think I'd like a nap." She was clutching onto my arm again now and I laughed.

"Yes, I think that's a fine idea," I said happily. "I think Hermione and I will go take a nap. We'll be down in time for dinner." I picked up our bags and led Granger up the stairs to our room.

Dear Diary,

Meeting his parents, along with his aunt and uncle and seeing Tom again had to be one of the most awkward moments of my life. They just kept giving me these weird smiled that made my skin crawl. And when Lucius hugged me, I always wanted to cry. I was so scared.

We went upstairs as quickly as possible to get settled in. "Do I have to go back down?" I asked as soon as the door was shut. "Please don't make me!"

He looked at me and laughed. "Give it time, love. We'll be gone soon enough. The day after Christmas, we're out of here. I promise."

"So long as they don't eat me first. I swear, they were all staring at me with a blood lust. They are going to kill me, Draco. I know it. Or maybe they'll just rape me. Either way, I'm not comfortable here."

He laughed once more and made me sit down on the bed. "Lay back and relax. We'll unpack after we…nap." He took off my socks and shoes and knelt down by my feet to start taking off my pants.

"But what if they walk in?"

"They'll knock first."

"But what if they don't. It's not like they're such courteous people. I'm sure privacy doesn't mean much to them."

"They're purebloods, Granger," he responded while wiggling down my pants and starting on my blouse. "Manners have been drilled into their head since they were children. They will respect our privacy."

Before I knew it, I was naked and Draco was thrusting into me wildly. I reached my head up to kiss him before wrapping my arms around so I could have some leverage to flip him over. With his hands now on my hips, I began to ride him with passionate fury.

"Scream for me, Granger," he smirked as his hand reached down to rub my clit. I let out a cry of pleasure and rode out my orgasm. He followed shortly after. I collapsed on top of him and we laid there until a knock sounded on the door.

"Told you so," he laughed before calling out, "Who is it?"

"Floppy, sir," a house elf called. "Floppy is just here to tell Master thats dinner will be served in fifteens minutes."

"Alright," Draco said, not getting up at all. "Tell father that I'll be there on time but Hermione will not be joining us. She feels a bit ill. She'd like her dinner brought to her in bed."

"Yes, sir. Floppy will be backs in no time with miss Hermione's foods."

I shot Draco an evil glare. "You can't just boss your house elf around like that," I scolded. "What is his wage? I think he deserves a raise."

"Listen, Granger," he said, getting out of bed and pouring drinks for us. "House Elves serve. It's what they do. I've only ever heard of one unhappy one and from what I hear, Potter took care of that just like the hero that he is. So why don't you stop your House Elf Rights Movement and go shower up. The bathroom is right over there."

He got dressed quickly and left. I'm not exactly sure why HE was getting snippy with ME! I'm not the one forcing him to stay with my psychotic parents knowing fully well they'd like nothing better than to see him dead.

When Draco returned that night, I was doing my homework. He walked over to where I sat at the desk and began to kiss my neck. I basically pushed him away.

"What's going on, Granger?" he asked.

I ignored him.

"Not speaking to me, eh? You can't be mad about the house elf thing. That's ridiculous. How can you be mad at me at all when I got you out of dinner and you sat up here, isolating yourself/"

"I refuse to feel bad about that," I replied. "I didn't even want to come! You made me. You caught me when I was weak."

He scoffed and got in pajamas. "I'm not dealing with all your garbage tonight. I'm going to sleep."

At around one in the morning, I felt my stomach rumble. I had sent back my food from the house elf, refusing to eat anything they made unless they'd let me pay the (which of course didn't go over too well with them).

So quietly, I crept down the stairs, praying no one was up. Soon I found the kitchen and began rummaging for food. "Late night snack?" I heard a voice drawl. It was just a little deep than Draco's.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," I replied. "I wasn't feeling well earlier and I couldn't stomach the idea of food. But I feel a little better now and I'm quite famished."

He chuckled. "If you'd like, I could have Floppy whip something…"

"No!" I interrupted. "Thank you. But no. I'm perfectly capable of cooking my own midnight snacks. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense. It's no bother at all. FLOPPY!" Before I could even respond, Floppy had appeared. He didn't look nearly as unhappy as Dobby though. He was actually smiling.

"Yes, Master?"

"Ms. Granger here would like a snack brought to her in the living room. A vegetable platter would probably be good, right Ms. Granger?"

"Really, that's alright. Maybe just a bag of chips that I could bring to my room."

"Nonsense," he said again. "We do NOT have chips here. Chips are for…muggles. Fat ones at that. Here we serve vegetable platters. Why don't we go sit in the living room and chat will Floppy prepares the dish? Shall we?"

He left no room to say no. He simply led me to the other room and walked me to the couch. He then sat down across from me.

"You know, Ms. Granger," he started. "You're a very amazing young girl. Smartest witch of your class AND the most beautiful. I can see now why Draco almost threw everything away just for you."

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "Well he's a very smart boy," I replied. "I guess he knows a good thing when he sees it."

"Yes, of course," Lucius chuckled. "I've come to find that Malfoy men have impeccable taste when it comes to women. I've also found that all the Malfoy's women have one little problem. That is their independent nature. They're wild. They have their own…ideas, their own opinions."

"What's wrong with that?" I challenged. "A woman has a right to think. They have brains. I'm a firm believer in the idea that no woman should ever be forced to rely on a man to survive nor should she force herself to become his servant."

"I had a feeling you'd be a woman's rights activist," he said, still smiling. "Malfoy's are only attracted to women with brains. Would you like to know why?"

I didn't respond. I just kept shifting.

"We like to break them," he replied. "There's just something so appealing, so satisfying, about seeing a strong willed woman submit to you."

I rose from my seat quickly, the fright evident in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, but I don't think this is an appropriate topic of conversation. I'd like to take my meal to my room."

"Nonsense," he said once more, as he rose to his feet as well. "I want you to know what you're here for. You see, Draco's getting his mark soon. He's also, as I'm sure he's told you, scheduled to become an immortal. I like you, Ms. Granger. I think you'll do wonders for Draco. So here's what I want from you. You're going to go through all this with Draco. When he gets the mark, you get the mark. When he secures his future as an immortal, so will you. When he kneels before the Dark Lord and presents Potter's head on a silver platter, you'll be next to him presenting Weasley's!"

"NO!"

"YES! Oh yes, my dear. Because you don't have a choice. Your parents are coming over tomorrow, by the way. I have invited them over to celebrate the Holiday." Then Floppy popped into the room with my snack. "Take this to your room, Ms. Granger. And no owl sending or flooing. I have eyes all over the house."

"How dare you!"

"It will soon be Christmas, Ms. Granger. Don't ruin the week for everyone by forcing me to hurt your parents. I'd like the week to run smoothly. After all, this is the week you'll be meeting your new Lord for the first time."

"You fowl little…"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you, Ms. Granger. I just spent the last half and hour complimenting you. So before we both lose our tempers, I suggest you take this meal that Floppy is holding and go upstairs."

I didn't know what to do. Lucius was holding all the cards. He had my parents and I had no wand. It was upstairs. So without another word, I ran to my room, hunger forgotten and anger raging.

"By the way," I heard Mr. Malfoy yell after me. "I took the liberty of retrieving your wand already. You have no use for it as of yet. But you will get it back before you leave, I assure you. In fact, I promise."

Yeah right. A promise from a Malfoy? I'll believe that the day hell freezes over.