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 13

"No, no," Narcissa Malfoy shook her head, looking exasperated. "You'll fall on your face if you do it like that."

Ophelia sighed as she moved back to her starting position. Narcissa had not brought her usual papers today, instead, the woman had seemed a bit shaky and nervous. When Ophelia had asked her about it, she simply told her that Voldemort had instructed her to teach his betrothed the deam amoris. Of course, Ophelia had read of this dance once for a History of Magic essay, but only very briefly. She recalled that it was used in the early sixteenth century by nobles to show their superiority at public balls, and she wished that she had read just a bit more, as now her feet were moving in the completely wrong direction. It was exhausting. She started to curse her captor, again for his bloody demands and requirements of her.

Speaking of him, Ophelia hardly contained her eye roll, he was so cocky all the time, and now he came to see her every night. Every single bloody night. Last night, she had even tried to pretend to be asleep when she heard him, and he still pulled her to him. And the worst part was.. she liked it. It was incredibly comfortable and warm in his arms, and each time, she would try to move, his arms would tighten. Honestly, a man as evil as he should not be allowed to be that comfortable. It's bloody unfair.

"Start." Madam Malfoy's voice broke the girl out of her thoughts. Sighing, she began to move her feet and arms. She had been called the brightest witch of her age, 'future minister' they said, well she was quite sure that whatever she was right now, it lived up to non of those standards. Ophelia hated physical exercise, and this dance, while it seemed simple when Narcissa did it, it was bloody awful. Or, maybe it wasn't and the redhead witch was just an utterly incompetent cow, she didn't know at this point. Just then, as she brushed her foot out, her entire body crashed beneath her, calling to the floor in a loud bang.

Closing her eyes and groaning loudly, she kicked herself mentally. When she opened them and sat up, she found herself face to face with the frowning Malfoy. "I'm going to be a laughing stock."

"No," SHe smiled, chuckling. She reached a hand down to her, helping the young witch to her feet. "You will be great, I will make sure of it."

"I just don't see why I must do this," She groaned, "It's so... old. I mean, I didn't even know people still did it."

"It is not our place to question why our Lord does things."

"He's not my Lord.." Ophelia said softly, almost to herself. But Narcissa heard her, spinning around to face her, her long blonde hair swinging across the room.

"Even so," SHe said, crossing her arms over her chest, "He is to be your husband now, and if he asks this, you must oblige."

The pair walked over to the small table, sitting for their evening tea. Ophelia was all too happy for the break, but she knew that soon, her friend would have to leave. It was quite odd, to think of Narcissa Malfoy as her friend, but she could fit her into no other category. These preparations wit Narcissa were possibly the only thing keeping the young witch sane. Sipping Tippy's delicious tea, she glanced out the window in longing. As much as she had hated living outdoors, it was quite freeing to be able to move around, and now she was beginning to lose it, feeling a bit claustrophobic in her confined rooms. In her days at the Dark Lords manor, she had been limited to the bedroom, bathroom, and the small office with Narcissa. In a way, it reminded her of the orphanage, small confined spaces had never brought her any happiness. She simply hated feeling trapped.

"I was not much better than you," Narcissa broke the silence, a fond smile crossing her face, "When I began, I mean. My sisters laughed at me every time I fell."

"Yes, but I get the feeling that you were given more than a fortnight to learn it as well." Ophelia huffed.

She was sitting on the bed, rubbing her poor sore feet when he burst through the door. Since the night she had questioned him, he had come back every night to sleep next to her- something that she could not decide if she liked or not. He came to a stop in front of the fire, as usual, and began to undo his buttons. As he worked on their trail, Ophelia prepared her speech and marked her book as she moved to the edge of the bed, nearer to him.

Nervously twisting a piece of her damp red hair, she said tentatively, "Hi..."

His hands stopped their task immediately and for a moment he was still. Then, he turned his body quickly to her and his ruby eyes seemed to burn into her own as he cocked his head at her. She simply gave him a small smile in return as he surveyed her, attempting to determine what she wanted. "What is it, little witch?"

"How was your day?" Her voice wavered a bit as she posed her question. She needed him on her good side if she ever wanted this to work- but he seemed to be having none of that.

"I haven't the time for nonsense," He growled at her, leaning against the wall slightly. "Get to your point quickly."

His tone made her temper flair, her emerald eyes narrowing at him. "What if I just wanted to have a conversation with you?"

"We both know that you didn't."

She harumphed, crossing her pale arms and pouting at him a bit. That wasn't her plan. But before she could think any further, she felt it- he was in her head once again, searching through her thoughts for what he wanted. As soon as she realized what was happening, it was too late. No matter how hard she tried, she could not throw him from her mind.

"You cannot leave this room, Potter." He said as he finished his search, crossing his arms now. "I am not stupid enough to fall for that. The minute you are out, you will go running back to your precious Order, or destroy my home looking for my Horcruxes."

"No, I won't," Ophelia argued, standing from the bed and walking to him. As she came near to him, she noted his incredible height. She was not going to give up on this yet. "I'm not stupid enough to try to run and lead you to them."

"Good. Then you have no reason to leave the rooms that I have so graciously given you access to, do you?" He began to walk to the bathroom as he finished, but she trailed behind him, almost frantically. She reached out as he was going to shut the bathroom door on her, grabbing his sleeve. He spun quickly to face her, shocked that she dared to grab onto, but was met with her bright eyes starring pleadingly up at him.

"No. I can't do this," She nearly was begging him now, "I can't stay cooped up in here like this. Please. Just let me walk, I won't run from you, I promise. I just can't stay here like this...I feel so trapped... Just like..." She trailed off, as tears came to her eyes, memories long forgotten flashing in her mind. "I just can't. Please."

She knew that she was begging him now, but she didn't care. She couldn't stay like this any longer, never being able to leave, never being able to read or explore. Ophelia felt trapped, confined. Her eyes never left his as she begged him, pleading with everything in her for him to see reason. But it was for nothing, as he brushed off her hand and shut the door.

Silently wiping her tears away, Ophelia cursed herself for ever believing that he would help her. How could he? He was selfish and uncaring, and he would never help her unless there was something in it for him. Slowly, she made her way back to the large comfortable bed, burrowing herself under the blankets and attempting to force herself to sleep. She couldn't face him again tonight, not after him denying her pleas. He would likely tease and ridicule her for her foolishness, as she was doing to herself. What sort of fool would look to him for help? she wondered as she burrowed her head into one of the great big pillows, inhaling the amazing smell of them.

She watched the window from her spot on the bed, staring longingly at the beautiful stars above. She sighed deeply as she tried her best to make out a few constellations.

All too quickly, the bathroom door was opened again, and she listened as his footsteps were heard behind her before he made his way to his side of the bed- leaving her face to face with him once more. But just as she opened her mouth to speak, he grasped her wrist and pulled her into a sitting position. Now that they were both sitting up on the bed, he used his other hand to pull out his long pale yew wand. She watched in fascination as he began to wave it about, mutter spells she had never heard before. As he cast, many different strands of his magic and hers were joined above her wrists, the colorful strands intertwining as he worked until finally, they all joined together forming a beautiful silver bracelet on her wrist. He finally let her wrist go, moving to put away his wand and she examined her new piece. It was a thin silver band, that had carved into it a few ancient runes(some she knew, and some she didn't) as well as a few small diamonds looking studs. It was simply-

"It's beautiful," She said aloud, swallowing thickly before looking up at him. His red eyes watched her closely as he too viewed the new creation.

"It will allow you to be anywhere on my property." He said lowly, his voice was hoarse almost as if it was hard for him. "I will only warn you once not to test its limits. You must stay within the grounds."

Ophelias looked at him in surprise, not believing her ears. Surely she had not heard him right. However, he seemed to be done with the conversation as he nonchalantly laid himself down as if to sleep, pulling on the blankets a bit and ignoring her wondrous gaze. He laid flat on his back, gazing up at the intricate ceiling carvings, his expression unwavering once more.

Smiling, Ophelia moved to lie down and snuggled herself back beneath the comfortable covers, and in a split-second decision, wormed her way to snuggle directly into his side, making their faces eerily close to each other as she burrowed next to his warm side. He stiffened for a moment, before wrapping a possessive arm around her in his usual way. For a long moment, they both said nothing, another silence filled void, but this one, this one was different. Ophelia did not hate him at this moment, she realized, she was almost comfortable. No, she thought hastily, no, you are simply saying your thanks, you foolish girl. Idiot.

She shook the thoughts away, rubbing her head against him a bit as she did, simply not wanting to dwell on this moment's meaning any longer. Then, she just laid there listening to his regular breaths, feeling his warmth.

"Thank you..." Her voice was quite soft, although she hardly could hear it over his breathing heart, she knew he had heard. Soon, she drifted off to sleep, laying on his chest, a small smile on her beautiful face.

December 14

Ophelia was enjoying her delicious breakfast when she got Narcissa's letter, it spewed apologies and basically informed the redhead that she couldn't be there for their normal planning. Normally, Ophelia would've been devasted and upset because she had nothing to do, however, today she could deal with it. She smirked looking at her wrist. She was almost glad that Narcissa canceled because now she had a full day to explore... although, she was still a little apprehensive about how far the bracelet would allow her.

As she finished, she opened the doors not to find the usual blank hall, but a beautiful ensuite study. It matched the rest of his things, dark and elegant, but instead of shock, Ophelia quickly understood. He had created a small portal whenever she opened the door so that she would not snoop. She made a mental note to ask him how he did that later. Her fingers trailed down the small bookshelves as she walked his study, glancing at the papers on his desk quickly. The witch almost giggled at the notes on the side of the page, as she could almost see his frustration with whoever had written the text.

She finally made her way through the large rooms and hallways in the upper part of the Manor, before finding the large grand staircase and slowly making her way down. There were many rooms she had been in, most of them lavish, on the top two floors, but she found that there seemed to be a theme of elegant darkness even in the small guest rooms. Of course, she had never thought that Lord Voldemort's house could look so... good. It had dark woods, carved beautifully, stone bathrooms, giant closets, it was incredible. In addition, she noticed that he wasn't overly posh like the Malfoys had been, but simple. Instead of lining the walls in tapestries and gold and silver as they had done, he had very few decorations- which she found she preferred.

After finishing the long trail of stairs, she found the dining room, the drawing-room, a small indoor sitting room, a conference room, and so on, but then... she hit the jackpot. The library. It was enormous, with its high ceilings, massive shelves, and large windows, Ophelia felt herself almost swoon. The shelves were lined with books that she had never heard of, and some she had already read. SHe couldn't resist grabbing a few as she walked the place, composing her own booklist. She reluctantly tore herself from the room, determined to see the rest of the house.

The next room she came across was a ballroom. It was colossal, with beautiful arched masonry and marble floors that seemed to shine in the light. Ophelia found herself spinning in the middle of the room. Then, she had an idea. She tore her flats from her feet and made her way to the center of the room. She was going to practice the deam amoris by herself, and she wouldn't stop until it was right. SHe would do it here, with no one else to laugh or judge her.

She lost track of time, but she could see the sunset out to large crystal windows of the ballroom, but dance on she did. She didn't stop, too focused on her task, and she didn't hear the doors open, or a tall man slip into the room.

"Ah!" Ophelia cried as she fell, again. She cursed from the floor. "Bloody dance. Bloody arse Dark Lord. Why can't I just do it? Come ON!"

She stood again and began to move, exactly as Narcissa had said. The dance was almost a waltz, except the witch and wizard performing were to use their magical cores to sustain their movements and enhance them. The entire thing was incredibly dramatic and very much harder than a simple two-step waltz, Ophelia cursed again as she nearly tripped. Standing up straight, she muttered, "I got this. Do it, Potter."

The emerald-eyed girl shut her eyes as she put her hands up, once more moving her feet.

Ophelia was partially through the dance, and about to fall once more when two strong hands gripped her hips and lifted her into the air, spinning her in time with the choreography, making her squeal in shock. She looked up into his shocking ruby eyes as he lead her movements with his own, and their eyes locked as they whirled around the ballroom. They moved as one, completing the ancient dance almost with ease. Then, they finished and stood in front of one another, breathing heavily and entirely too close for comfort, with arms tangled together.

"Well then, that was easy...," Ophelia said softly, her eyes never leaving his, entranced by the small flecks of gold and brown within his orbs. That was... until he let out a full hearty laugh at her. It shocked her, to hear him laugh. She automatically stepped back and narrowed her eyes, her hands flying to her hips. "What's so funny?"

"You are, little Pheonix," Voldemort said, his eyebrow raised as he looked her up and down. "You fall on your arse that many times and curse my name, but the first thing that you say is 'that was easy'. Really?"

Her eyes narrowed even further, "Well, it was! How come everything for you is so.. easy? Honestly. Unfair is what it is..."

His laughter filled the grand halls as she swatted his arm. Although she would never, ever admit it, even to Merlin himself, she adored his laugh. It made her feel butterflies in her stomach, but she would forever deny it.

Ahhh! omg guys that took me so long to do! I'm so sorry about never updating, but honestly i wanna make this really good and that take time and brain power. ANYWAYS please enjoy this chapter and if you have anything to say please please please review! PLease! I love reading them lol. But I thought this chapter was so freaking cute with the whole dancing scene, maybe its just me since I'm a dancer but oh well. ANyways- until next time, which will hopefully be soon.

-Ijustlovelove