I don't wanna get bashed for some of the things I'm going to do to these characters. I know that everyone loves all of them but please respect my story, it's my first. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. This is another Ophelia POV! Please enjoy:)
December 7
His hand wrapped tighter around her waist as the kiss deepened. The lips against hers were soft and kind, but demanding all the same. Ophelia moaned into his mouth as she felt strong hands grip her hips and pull her closer. Long fingers trailed down her sides leaving her shivering in their wake. Swiftly, they moved to pull off the rest of her clothes and unclasped her bra. His fingers found her nipple and rolled it softly; at that she gasped, opening her eyes looking directly into his deep red eyes.
She woke with a start, eyes wide and frantic. Sitting up quickly, she gasped out a sigh of relief over the fact that she was thankfully alone in the room. She could not believe what she had dreamed of. Frustrated with herself, she flopped her body back onto the soft mattress and groaned loudly. She knew he was beautiful of course, she could not deny him that much, but he was evil. Quite literally a killer. She couldn't be attracted to him, it was insane, he killed her parent, he wanted to kill her brother, and not to mention he was forcing her to marry him. You're his prisoner! His prisoner of all things! You dirty nasty little girl, find a way out of here! You must get back to Harry! Her mind reminded her frantically, even though the logical side of her knew that was highly unlikely.
Nodding in agreement with her inner monologue, she quickly got out of the large bed and moved towards the bathroom to relieve herself and wash her face.
Returning to the bedroom, Ophelia glanced around again and saw a note atop a small pile. Setting the note aside, she carefully unfolded the pile to reveal another set of long luxurious robes, once again in black. She quickly changed into the robes, once again making up the bed and placing her silk nightgown under the pillow. Ophelia honestly thought it was quite comfortable, especially in contrast to the soft thick blankets of the bed, but she would never admit that out loud, especially not to him. She had thought to burn the damnable thing the day before, as she paced the room in boredom, but had decided that he would probably make her sleep naked if she did. She shivered at the thought, ignoring the wetness between her thighs.
Turning her attention to the note, she read the beautiful penmanship:
I have some business to attend to today. Put these robes on and walk through the door on the left, it will take you to your reward. Do not try to escape, I will know. -LV
Ominous and frustrating, just like him, she thought, rolling her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, weighing her options. The sorting hat had not almost put her into Ravenclaw for nothing. She had discovered the day before that this room was inescapable, as the doors were locked and the windows unmoveable. There was absolutely no floo powder to be found near the fireplace either, and judging by the interactions between them, Tilly would not betray her master. However, according to the note that he left, there was a way out, but not knowing what was behind the door held her back, only for a moment. Ophelia set the parchment back down as she slowly got up and walked to the door
Standing in front of the door, she took a breath and grasped the handle, pulling it open quickly. She let out the breath in relief as no horrors jumped at her nor and ghosts or bogarts. Thinking herself a bit silly, she walked down the dark hallway, although it was seemingly different than the day before, lightly trying doors until one opened. She had to have tried about half a dozen doors before a plain, mahogany door gave way to her hand.
Peeking her head inside, Ophelia found herself in a sort of study, a small table in the middle of a plush carpet and soft chairs surrounding it. The room was decorated in dark woods and muted colors, matching what she had viewed of the rest of his home. There was another fireplace, and even another large window, but what caught her attention was the bookshelf covering the opposite wall. However, as she shut the doors and made her way to examine the books, she heard someone clear their throat.
Turning quickly, Ophelia found herself facing none other than Narcissa Malfoy. The prim pureblood was sitting in one of the plush chairs at the table, unable to be seen from the doorway, looking down her nose at the redhead with one eyebrow raised. Truly, Ophelia thought she looked proper, with her tailored robes, straight platinum hair, and pinched face, she no longer wondered where Draco Malfoy got his attitude from. Shaking her head to free her of her fright, Ophelia gave the woman a small nervous smile,
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy. Lor- The Dark Lord told me to go this way..." She attempted to make herself sound sure, but it was clearly not working. To her luck, the woman at the table's expression softened slightly as she listened to the young witch apologize.
"Not at all, Miss Potter, you are indeed in the right place. Sit." The Malfoy wife gestured to the seat on her left with her hand, and Ophelia hesitantly walked over and complied. She was completely and utterly confused, a feeling she did not like and yet was becoming more subjected to as the days in the Dark Lord's house passed. Smiling, once again at Mrs, Malfoy, she took in the table's contents: a few stacks of marked parchment, some green ribbon, quills and ink, and more blank parchment. Her brows furrowed as she looked over the items, still not understanding.
"I am afraid I do not understand..." Ophelia admitted quietly, turning her big green eyes to the older witch, "What is my purpose here?"
Her light dainty eyebrows rose but showed no other sign of surprise as she turned to face Ophelia. "The Dark Lord did not tell you? Well, he has given me the task of planning and assembling your wedding, dear. Quite a time limit, I would say, but whatever he wishes of me he shall obtain. He is allowing you to assist me in the preparations. As it is your wedding, you see."
Ophelia's eyes widened. Planning a wedding, but not just any wedding, her own... to Lord Voldemort. It was a preposterous idea, and she would have laughed if she wasn't sure the woman in front of her would be angry. Taking a deep breath, she allowed the logical side of her mind to set her straight.
"Oh..." was Ophelia's only response as she once again wished to strangle the Dark Lord mentioned. The Malfoy in front of her did not seem fazed, however, as she looked back down at the pieces of parchment in front of them.
"Draco has told me you were quite the brilliant witch at Hogwarts, even though you were above his year. I believe you will be quite the help with their task, yes?"
Nodding, she decided that she would play nice, as she needed to talk to someone that wasn't the Dark Lord or a House elf. She smiled, one friendly witch was better than one who wanted her dead. "I do believe so, Mrs. Malfoy. I was at the top of my classes at Hogwarts, and I'm sure it cannot be so difficult to put together a small wedding."
"Please, if we are to be spending such an amount of time together, call me Narcissa."
Success! "Of course, so long as you call me Ophelia."
"Indeed, but you seem to underestimate the difficulty behind a marriage ceremony. Not to mention that it shall be the Dark Lords, who by no means does a small or simple wedding." Narcissa said a bit tiredly. "I have already created a guest list and sent out invitations. Yet, we must choose a venue, decide upon decorations, lighting, cake, the dress, if you are to have anyone by your side, the color theme should be simple-thank the gods, the dance, the food. And of course, there can be no errors..."
Ophelia greedily took in the information, beginning to think. She felt quite excited to have a new project to work on, something to plan. "I suppose he wouldn't want anything simple. Certainly, we shall need to decide upon a venue before we decide decor, but the venue would need to be set based upon the date, yes? When is it?"
Her words came out quickly, but Narcissa did not seem to mind, simply shuffling her papers a bit before saying, "7 January. If we were to do an inside setting, I'm not sure if we would be able to accommodate the guests, not to mention the repercussions of booking so late, however outside would most likely mean snow."
"I think we should do it outside then," Ophelia stated. She liked the idea of an outdoor wedding, in the snow. Not to mention saving the trouble of bookings.
The two witches sat there debating and outlining the best options for the best part of the day, not even taking a break for their meals, simply eating while working. Narcissa was concerned about the ramifications of the cold but warmed up to the idea after the suggestion of a large heating cast. Together they worked out a plan as well as a select location in the Scottish Mountains with a gorgeous winter view and plenty of space for a dance floor and the ceremony. Neither realized how much time had passed until the sun began to set outside the window, and Ophelia realized that she had quite enjoyed herself.
She spoke with Tilly naught but a few moments before she excused herself, taking a calming bath and returning to the large bed. As she lied there, cuddling the pillow in front of her, her thoughts strayed to the Dark Lord, wondering if he would appear tonight as he had two nights ago. She quickly shut those thoughts away, slightly ashamed at herself for the small amount of her that wished for him to come. Groaning, she recited potion recipes until sleep found her.
December 10
Once again, Ophelia awoke alone and swiftly changed before heading down the hall to meet Narcissa. Just as she had the past three days, the blonde witch was waiting for her in the same plush green chair, papers spread about. The planning was just what she needed to keep her mind fresh and thinking, and it almost did not bother her that she was planning her own doom, almost. Just in with their new routine, Ophelia sat and the pair began to work on their plans, finalizing all the decor decisions for the ceremony.
Ophelia noted that this time, Narcissa had brought a book, medium-sized, old and brown, and lying beneath some colored parchment. As the two took a break for their small lunch, provided by Tilly, she decided to ask about it.
"What is this about?" She asked idly, pointing to the book and pretending not to be as curious as she was. Truly her impulses told her to snatch the book and begin to read it, but she knew not to do that.
"Oh, I actually brought this for you," Narcissa said, picking up the worn book. "It has wonderful information on pureblooded marriage rituals and what they entail. I read it, many times before I married Lucius, and I thought that perhaps you would want to as well. It's quite likely He will choose one of these rituals to bind you both."
Her dainty hand passed the book into the pale one of the younger witch. Ophelia's eyes widened as she smiled widely at her new friend. "Thank you so much! I love this, I miss being able to read..." She trailed off as she thought of the books in Voldemort's room they either were unable to be touched or in a language that she could not read. He had not returned since the day of their interview and Ophelia would be lying if she said she hadn't been thinking of him each night. Shaking her head, she continued, "What do these rituals usually entail?"
Narcissa sat back, lifting her tea to her mouth and taking a soothing sip before saying, "Usually they envoke a bond between the wizard and witch, or a promise of fidelity. There are some that simply promise a child between the two."
Ophelia made an o with her lips, and Narcissa looked her over as if trying to decide upon something. Seemingly coming to a decision, the blonde witch continued slowly, "However... This is the Dark Lord, and he.. would likely prefer older rituals. I would think to look closely at the eldest proceedings in the book."
"I understand," Ophelia breathed out. She was trying to help her, or at least give her a forewarning. "Are they... are they dangerous?"
"Not particularly, but they tend to focus on a major bond between the couple..." Narcissa was now staring into her porcelain cup with great interest.
Not wishing to make her uncomfortable, Ophelia decided to tuck the book away and change the subject. Befriending the Malfoy witch seemed to be a good thing then.
"Anyhow, I think the enchanted lights would be perfect for..."
Later, as Ophelia patted her hair dry, she decided that she was quite glad to have been given the book. It had so many different bindings and enchantments within that she could hardly believe it. There were an incredible amount of variations, even some were quite ludicrous, such as the manu tenentem, a ritual quite literally forcing the couple to hold their hand together for the entirety of a week after the binding. As she settled into the bed, she began to read the fascinating book a bit more, and then...
The door swung open, making way for Lord Voldemort. He did not even look at her as he rubbed his hand in front of the fire, before taking off his cloak. Ophelia sat up in her spot and glared at the side of his beautiful head. He was halfway done unbuttoning his shit when she finally cleared her through, causing him to turn to her, his red eyes boring into her green, one perfect straight eyebrow raised.
"What is it?"
"What is it? What is it with you?" She shot back, her hand coming up to rest on her hip where she sat. The nerve of him to leave for so long and not even say so much as a word to her. "You have been gone for days with no word? Just leaving me here to rot?"
Instead of returning her anger, he simply smirked and continued to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Would you have preferred a letter?"
Realizing her foolishness, she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. What in the hell had she been thinking of asking him that, she did not care if he lived or died, bloody hell she would prefer it. Huffing, she marked her book and placed it on the bedside table, before turning on her side and throwing the covers over her. She could hear him chuckle for the end of the bed and turn to the bathroom.
Try as she might, she could not force herself to sleep, and before she knew it he came out of the bathroom. Thinking quickly, she decided to pretend she was sleeping, praying he would not bother her now. She felt the bed shift as he got in a moment later and she tried her best not to move. Still curled up on her side, she nearly gasped when his large hands reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his hard warm body. It was quite comfortable, his warmth on her back and his scent surrounding her. She felt him move so that his lips were near her ear, in an eerily similar position to a few nights ago.
"I know you are awake, little phoenix..."
"I wouldn't be if you would leave me be." She replied, peaking her eyes open in the dark trying to ignore the sensations of his breath against her ear and cheek. She failed however as a shiver trailed down her spine when he snickered once more.
"Oh, but I don't want you asleep quite yet," his voice was rustic and low, causing heat to rise in her lower stomach. She shifted slightly, only to cause his grip to tighten on her in a warning. "Did you like your reward, darling?"
Before she could reply, he struck, like a python to his prey, his mouth descended on her shoulder, finding all too quickly a sensitive spot above her collarbone. She gasped ad whimpered as he bit down, being sure to leave a mark. Taunting her, he added, "Hmm?"
"Y-Yes, I did." She said it shortly, wondering how long he would continue this odd torture. She was shocked to find herself disappointed when he removed his mouth from her neck with a pop, returning to her ear for a final, "Good."
"Arse." She spat, pointedly at him, but even she didn't know why she cursed him, for biting her, for stopping, for marking her, for not going further. SHe didn't know. Shoving all those thoughts away roughly, she fell asleep in his arms.
I love this chapter btw, I think it gives more insight into Narcissa and Ophelia's way of dealing with new people.
OMG! I'm back! I'm so excited for the next few chapters and you guys should be too because I have put myself on a schedule for the next about 8 Chapters that have to be done within the next week/before or around Christmas! Wish me Luck and enjoy the story! Please Review!
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