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CHAPTER TEN – In Which Light Is Shed On The Past

After some countless hours, Yvette fell deaf to the scuttling noises of the furry beasts that kept her company in the dank imprisonment. She patted the black-spotted straw beside her, vainly attempting to make the moldy pile comfortable and free of other living creatures. Brushing her hair from her eyes, she lowered herself to the makeshift pillow as her mind wandered back to the first time she had seen the manor.

Her life had been a roller-coaster ride from the very beginning - born to a Death Eater and a disowned half veela. Her father was murdered the year Voldemort vanished, leaving his bride and one-month-old daughter penniless. For thirteen years, her mother, Vianne, managed to scrape together a living in France, but life at Beauxbatons was not for a poor girl without a stable home. As their finances dipped below rock bottom, her mother resorted to their last hope - the Malfoys.

They had arrived at the castle gates -their few belongings stuffed in rundown bags- and requested to see Lucius Malfoy, the brother of her long dead father. His response had been simple: they could have a roof over their heads if they worked as servants.

Until Draco Malfoy came home from school, they did this without incident, keeping the secret of Yvette's Malfoy blood hidden from the household. Frequent confrontations between father and son led to increased tensions in an already strict and frigid atmosphere. And as times worsened for the Death Eaters, so did Lucius's temper. His visits to the wine cellar became regular and he was often found drinking through the afternoon and night.

On the dusk of one of these long afternoons, the door to Yvette and her mother's servant quarters slammed open to reveal a drunken Lucius Malfoy. The collar of his robe was loosened and alcohol's telltale stench surrounded him. He stumbled into the room, eyeing Vianne hungrily.

"Good afternoon, Vianne," he slurred sickeningly.

She did not answer him, but rose calmly to her feet. "Leave the room, Yvette."

"Mais, Maman-," she began, eyeing Lucius distrustfully. Vianne glared at her and nodded towards the door. Yvette didn't speak, but glared back, refusing to abandon her mother.

Lucius, unaware of all this, grinned maliciously at his target. Swaggering his way towards her until he loomed over her petite frame, he sneered into her face, "My brother's little whore. You - you're barely even a witch, you veela-mudblood piece of trash."

Yvette's lips pursed into a thin line and her hands clenched into fists. Her mother was in every way better than the tyrant in front of her, but yet she was at his mercy because she wanted a better future for her daughter.

"Lucifer would have never looked twice at you if you weren't an easy lay with a pretty face." He chuckled, raising a hand to stroke Vianne's expressionless face. "How does that feel, my dear? To know that your only worth is a set of blue eyes? What would you do if they were gone?" His fingers clenched on her throat, drawing a gasp from both her and her daughter.

Yvette trembled in fear and anger. Her mother, her only true family left, stood defenseless in front of Voldemort's most prized Death Eater.

"My brother was a fool." Lucius lurched forward. "He gave up the Malfoy fortune, all the royal blood and glory for you."

Vianne backed away slowly, motioning frantically for Yvette to leave. Her daughter remained rooted to her spot, a look of terror plaguing her face.

"You're pleasing to the eye, of course, being the unnatural creature that you are," he continued. "But I'm still unclear as to why he would taint our pure blood with your's to create that child." He waved his arm vaguely in Yvette's direction. Infuriated, Vianne raised an arm to slap him, but he caught it sharply in spite of his intoxicated state. "I guess I just have to find out your charm for myself." He smirked nastily before mashing his lips painfully against her's. The taste of vomit and vodka filled Vianne with nausea as her eyes flew open with alarm. Oblivious to her daughter's terrified screams, his hands groped her poorly clad body relentlessly and his heavy, drunken frame forced her violently to the ground. It wasn't until the veela's nails dug sharply into his flesh that he pulled away.

"Filthy bitch." He looked down and fingered the blood spilling down his chest. His wand snaked shakily to her throat, the cold wood threatening to crush her delicate bones. "Crucio," he slurred hatefully, his blurred eyes focusing for a moment into a steely gaze.

The temperature in the room dropped as the words were uttered. Yvette froze, her doe-like eyes wide with horror. She wasn't sure if the cry of anguish came from her or her mother but she found herself throwing her body into the blinding sapphire light at the hazy form who cast the spell. The light faded and icy air clung to her breath as she tackled him to the ground, beating him with the candlestick that somehow found its way into her hands. Her mother lay frighteningly still and her tears froze as they slid from her green eyes.

Lucius flung Yvette to her knees, grabbed her by her collar and wrenched the candlestick from her grasp. "Get out," he ordered.

She threw herself at him in a blind rage, managing to knock the wand from his grasp.

"Stupid girl," he sneered, slapping her so hard her head rocked back on impact. "You think you can hurt me, the worthless mongrel that you are?"

"Worthless? Even with my Malfoy blood?" she spat.

Lucius's eyed narrowed, as if she were a rat he caught contaminating his most precious possession. He dragged her along the floor and shoved her forcefully out the door, slamming it after her. She hit the oriental tiles of the kitchen floor, her head smashing dangerously into the opposing wall. After a stunned moment, all the pain from Lucius' blows seemed to strike her at once. Vaguely, in all the throbbing aches, she heard the door's lock click shut. Rubbing the back of her head where a bruise was beginning to form, her eyes blinked open to the sight of black boots and designer robes. Wincing, she forced herself to stand.

"Are you alright?" the young Malfoy asked her.

"Draco!" she cried. "Wha-...why are you just standing there! Why aren't you helping us?"

He stood unshaken, staring coldly down at her. He stepped around her to sit at the kitchen table. "This has happened before, you know. What makes you and your mother any different? I've never helped any of them." His voice was soft, empty of guilt or malice, like he was telling someone their scarf was lost.

She spun around and faced him, her jaw clenched angrily. Her grey eyes glared into his, their pupils matched in shades of grey like stormy skies reflecting into a cool, clear pond. Somewhere inside the room, a vase broke and Lucius's yelling drowned out Vianne's sobs.

Yvette inhaled shakily to contain her fury. "You're not a child anymore! You have a wand, a mind of your own, eyes of your own!" She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "What's wrong with you!"

He frowned and brushed her hands off his shoulders. "Don't touch me."

"Shut up, Draco. Whatever you think I am, I'm still your cousin."

He paced away from the table, his boots gently clicking on the tile. "That's my father in there. I would never choose to protect some nameless servant over my own flesh and blood."

Yvette stared at him blankly before he turned sharply on his heel and left the room without another word. She clenched her fists tightly and ran after him.

"Who do you think you are?"

He turned to face her in the dimly lit hall. "I'm a Malfoy."

"That's it? You can define your entire existence with your last name? Let me tell you who you are. You are a little boy, you are a coward. Like it or not, the woman your father is beating is your aunt and my mother. You have it in your power to help us, but you're too busy drowning in your little frozen Malfoy lake. And if you don't change right now, you'll become just like that lunatic in there. The one who drinks his life away to forget his mistakes, the one who terrorizes others to make himself feel powerful. He lives on that power but never feels secure because he knows that despite it all, he's still just a puppet of the Dark Lord. So he beats his son to vent all that lifelong rage. Is that who you want to be Draco Malfoy? You're smart enough to make your own decisions. But right now, I see you becoming him. You hang on to his every poisoned word, because you're stuck wallowing in a gold-paved pit of fear. Even when someone tries to help you, you can't accept their help because you are too scared. Maybe, you've finally convinced yourself that you enjoy your velvet imprisonment, I really can't tell anymore."

"Is that what you're doing?" he asked quietly. "Are you trying to help me?"

"I tried, Draco," she said sadly. "But, since you are not willing to return the kindness, it's apparent you never accepted mine. I need your help right now. Don't you see?"

"I've already told you. I can't help you. I won't." He paused to look straight into her gaze. "I'm…I'm sorry."

"You owe me forever then," she whispered. The room was silent now except for faint sounds of her mother's sobbing, muffled by the manor walls. Yvette stared numbly at the large expanse of tile for a moment, her stupor broken by a scream. She sighed in frustration. Her heart was beating rapidly, her head spinning in rage - she had to do something. There was still one more person left to go to. Yvette ran out of the kitchen and up the long winding staircase. She often found the manor's mistress sullen and tight-lipped on the second floor's west wing on afternoons such as these, silently busying herself at inane tasks while Lucius drank. She secretly wondered if her aunt was blind to her husband's blunders, or simply complacently indifferent as if a mask of expensive lace shielded her pale sky-blue eyes from the truth, to keep them frozen with the same empty ice she found in Draco's gaze.

"Madame Malfoy," she cried, as she reached the top stair. "Come quickly! Please. Lucius..He's..."

"What is it?" a cold, refined voice resounded from the drawing room.

"He...," Yvette fell silent, as the tall, graceful figure stepped out into the carpeted hall.

"Is he alright?" Narcissa asked softly, standing straight and demure in all her delicate china-doll beauty.

"Yes..I mean...No..I-," she stopped again. "Please, I need you to come with me."

"Are you ordering me?" A touch of trained venom was embroidered in her tone, but Yvette knew better.

"I am not ordering, you, Aunt Narcissa. I am asking you, politely. Please come with me. My mother's life is in danger and you are obligated to help us."

"I am under no obligation."

"Your husband is viciously taking advantage of my mother, Vianne - your sister-in-law, and he has in fact, taken advantage of many innocent women. You are obligated to insure the welfare of your servants, the welfare of your marriage, as well as the well-being of your own sanity. I do not understand how you and your son can stroll about this house with your ears shut and vision glazed with indifference. And in all honesty, I don't care anymore." She sighed, suddenly exhausted. "Please. Make him stop."

"I didn't know Draco was aware of this," Narcissa murmured. "I didn't think Lucius would have been so careless." For a moment, Yvette thought she would return to the drawing room without another thought.

However, the mistress swept gracefully past her down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Yvette didn't follow. She couldn't bring herself to enter the room, too afraid of what she might see.

They left the manor that evening. Vianne refused to tell her daughter what occured in the tiny servant's quarter they had shared and Yvette didn't want to know. She often thought about her father and what kind of man he had been. How did her mother fall in love with a Malfoy, a person bred and raised in that grandiose manor, a person brother to Lucius? Either way, they resolved to never return, to the manor or to the twisted clutches of the Malfoy family.

She smiled wryly into the pile of straw. The irony of it all....

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They were alone in the Gryffindor common room, which hadn't been a rare occurrence in the past week as most of their peers were home for the holidays. Hermione glanced up at Harry and smiled, cozy and content nestled in his arms. The fire's warmth tinted his cheeks pink and he was as adorable as ever with his translucent skin, startling green eyes, and messy black hair. He smiled back at her when she reached up to fix his crooked glasses. They resumed reading, lost in the comfort of the moment. Neither one felt Ginny's frantic presence. Hermione was the first to notice due to the fact that something was blocking her light.

"Oh, hello Ginny," she looked up.

The other girl began to wave her arms crazily - pointing at the fire, clutching at her own hair, then opening and closing her palms.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried. "Do you need to go to Madame Pomfrey's?"

Ginny ignored him, her eyes glazed with frenzy. She kept mouthing and motioning something they couldn't understand. Finally, she smiled scarily and scampered up to her room.

They sat very still for a moment.

"Well," said Hermione, wincing as Ginny slammed her door shut. "That was certainly strange."

Harry nodded, still staring at the spot Ginny had stood.

The fire's crackle reigned over the silence between them until Hermione shut her book and turned to Harry gravely. "Do you think it has something to do with the curse?"

"For the last time, there is no curse," he said impatiently. "Malfoy and Ginny are not secretly engaged and their families aren't going to die a slow and painful death. I mean, the very idea is impossible. It-"

"Why is it impossible?" she cut him off.

"Well-,"

"Let's for a moment pretend that my laughable idea was true. Wouldn't it make sense? Dumbledore pairing Ginny up with Malfoy for the detention committee, Ginny fainting out of the blue not once but twice, Ginny coming down here like that and acting like a chicken gone –"

"If there was a curse this major, wouldn't Ron have told us about it?"

"What if Ron doesn't know?"

"True, but…Ron doesn't know about his own family curse, but Dumbledore does?"

"Dumbledore knows the history of magic better than Ron. Take this seriously. You don't know that-"

Ron wandered in through the common room portrait, with the eyes of an abandoned puppy. "Do you two know where Yvette has gone? I've been looking for her all day."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and shook their heads.

"Do you know where Ginny is, then?"

"I think Ginny is up in her room. I haven't seen Yvette this whole day. I thought she was with you. Where've you been Ron?"

Not bothering to answer Harry's question, Ron shot up the stairs and banged raucously on the dormitory door. "Open up, Ginny!"

****

Draco restlessly roamed the halls somewhere outside the Gryffindor Tower. He didn't know its exact location so he assumed he was close enough. The three people he usually saw too much of seemed to be eluding him today.

"Draco, are you lost?" the singsong voice of Pansy Parkinson drifted up the staircase to the platform where Draco stood. He froze, unsure if he could pretend he hadn't heard her. Pansy's voice wasn't as bad as he would have described it, but over the years the girl's high-pitched tone grew as irritating as a hated alarm clock's dredded rings.

"What are you doing up there?"

Draco groaned, his hand reaching back to run through his fine blonde hair. This, or rather she, was not what he needed right now. He slowly turned, his eyes meeting hers coolly.

"Why would that be any of your concern?"

She paused, her lips opening and closing slightly from the shock of his obvious hostility.

"Well, Pansy?"

"I'm leaving for winter break and I just wanted to tell you that I won't be here for the winter ball... in case you were planning to go with me," she replied evenly.

Draco stared at her and chuckled, actually suprised for once. The pathetic day to day worries of her life were suddenly more insignificant than ever.

"Pansy, for your information I would never contemplate asking to endure your company for an entire evening."

She drew back as if slapped, a hateful glare creeping over her face. "It's because of that Weasley girl, isn't it? You never treated me, a fellow Slytherin, like this until she came along."

"Like what? Sorry to break it to you, but I wouldn't be interested in you if you were the last girl on the face of this earth."

She gritted her teeth. "You pathetic bastard... I would have never thought I'd see the day that a Malfoy would be whipped by a little Gryffindor." Pansy smiled nastily. "I wouldn't want to be seen with you anyway, a disgrace to your house and family." She sniffed, tossing her scarf over her shoulder.

Draco stiffened, his Malfoy pride smarting from the blow. Upon reflection, he smiled inwardly, perfectly aware that this was the time to be rid of Pansy once and for all. "Am I a disgrace to my family? Well, not as much as a sniveling, spineless sycophant is to the Slytherin house. Whatever you may choose to think of Ginny Weasley, know that she's better than you'll ever be. At least she doesn't lap up the dogma of anyone with more popularity, wealth, or whatever superficial trait it is that you value. We're finished Parkinson, though I don't remember ever starting. Go home. Good-bye. Enjoy your vacation."

He smirked as Pansy wilted under his rebuttal. She looked up at him with bitter longing, fear, and something he couldn't read. Whatever it was, it was covered up by her usual artificial smile. "Oh, Draco, darling," she cooed. "You laugh because you think I'll wind up on the lowest level of hell someday, but you're laughing too soon. Eventually, you'll be right down there with me, because you'll always be a Slytherin in the end. Like me. We're one in the same, hon. So, have fun playing Potter for the Weasley brat for now. She'll soon find out though - what you really are. You'll want me back soon, and I'll be waiting." She winked haughtily. "Good-bye Draco." She strutted down the stairs and paused mid-step as if something crossed her mind. "Merry Christmas."

"Pansy," he called after her. "I wouldn't wait too long if I were you." Not bothering to wait for her to reply, he turned and stalked away, resuming his mission on finding Gryffindor tower. Despite his careless tone and smug retort, Pansy's words stung. She was right. In the end, he was a Slytherin, because he chose to be. Ginny Weasley was lovely fire, but eventually his ice would drown out her flame. If the curse didn't kill them, they'd both be nothing, empty shells, a pile of ashes dissolving into a puddle of water. If the ritual didn't kill her, then he would eventually snuff all the warmth from her eyes. Right? Perhaps, it was better this way.

*****

Ron walked past the elaborately decorated great hall, irritated by the overpowering aroma of pine wafting from the Christmas trees and wreaths. He sighed. Yvette was still nowhere to be found, missing through breakfast, lunch, and now dinner. After a while, he figured finding Ginny would be an easier task, but she too seemed to drop off the face of the earth.

He exited the hall and found himself face-to face with Pansy Parkinson. She fixed a glare on him, which he returned easily. Ron expected their encounter would be over at that, but then something he'd never seen on her face before appeared - a smile. She made her way to his side, that strange, uncharacteristic grin still stretching her lips.

"Hi Ron, looking for someone?"

He nodded slowly, indecisive as to whether he wanted to continue the conversation.

"Well if it's for your darling little sister, you might want to ask Draco Malfoy, or better yet, check under his covers." Winking sweetly, she slinked past him and continued down the hall.

Once around the corner, she tore down the corridors, bent on the warpath Draco had set her on. She hated him, she hated the stupid red-haired Weasley girl, but most of all, she hated herself. She knew Draco didn't love her, didn't even like her. But she had foolishly hoped he would change, soften to the affection that shone blindly through her eyes. She burst outside and dragged her suitcase behind her to the lake, where a boat would take her to the train station. When he asked her to the Yule Ball in fourth year, she was indifferent to his existence. She had said yes because he was a handsome, a Slytherin, and a Malfoy. She fell in love with him that night. Or rather, she fell in love with the way he made her feel - beautiful, sophisticated, respected, happy, and so much more. He kissed her awkwardly on their way back to the common room, and she saw stars. That night, when she looked in the mirror, her skinny body and oversized eyes reflected a princess as lovely as Snow White. She did everything her mother advised when it came to boys- agree with all the things he said, smile, act superior to other girls. His interest in her waned after a few days, but she was too lost in writing "Mrs. Draco Malfoy" and "Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy" over and over again to notice.

She stared at her reflection in the lake, registering silently that the water never froze this year. Pansy knew she was beautiful, probably one of the prettiest in seventh year. Why didn't Draco love her? She would have given...would still give anything or everything for him. In a way, she had - she lost her happiness for his, his and Ginny Weasley's. Ginny Weasley. Pansy's green eyes flashed jealousy in her reflection under the dusk sky. She hoped Lucius Malfoy would do something horrible to the sixth-year girl. Why should a penniless, muggle-loving Gryffindor get what she could never have? How could a penniless Gryffindor give Draco what she never could?

She closed her eyes as if to shut all her tears inside. They leaked out anyway, running mascara streaks down Pansy's lovely face. She didn't want to go home. She needed time alone, away from Hogwarts, away from her social-butterfly mother and her weak-stomached father. But there was nowhere else to go. She sullenly stared through blurred eyes as the game-keeper, Hagrid, rowed the boat steadily towards the dock. She sniffed and brushed away her tears. Quickly performing a make-up repairing spell, she fluffed out her hair. She was still Pansy Parkinson after all - cute, malicious, and hopelessly Slytherin.

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After the shock of Pansy's words dulled, Ron dashed through the halls, barreling into walls and students alike. He had an idea of where to start his search for Ginny - a part of Hogwarts he had only frequented once before, the Slytherin Dungeons. His feet slipped dangerously every step down the staircase and his awkward robes grew increasingly tangled around his long limbs.

"Where are you going in such a hurry, Weasley?"

Ron looked up from the bottom of the stairs to see a certain Slytherin's sneering face.

"Malfoy." His eyes narrowed, obviously suppressing his temper. "Seen my sister lately?"

Draco leaned casually against the stone wall, his form seemed to glow from the candles behind him. "Actually, Weasley, for once, you've come to the right guy."

"Really, and would you please explain to me why."

Draco continued to lean on the wall, head cocked to one side, scrutinizing Ron as if deciphering whether or not he was worthy of the knowledge.

"Probably not, Weasley. At least, not now."

"Not now? Why not?" Ron exclaimed angrily.

"Don't be thick, you bloody Gryffindor. What I have to tell you also needs to be explained to Potter and Granger. So, if you'd lead the way to your common room, then I'd gladly let you in on all the slimy details of what happened between your sister and I."

"Slimy?" Ron looked like he was going to be sick, his pallor violently changing in tints through the various shades of the rainbow.

He smirked. "The faster you move, the faster you'll find out."

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END OF CHAPTER TEN

Sorry you guys…if you thought this chapter was boring…well, we did too. I know…lots and lots of Yvette. No D/G action at all. What's happened to Ginny? Heh, you'll find out next chapter. It'll probably be the last.

IM conversation between mignonne and sellene

Sellene3: mig? i've read ch.10 sooo much that i can't take it anymore…so boring! no emotion
CoCoNuTCuRlz: hhaha, don't read! just write more!
Sellene3: but it has to be fixed!

CoCoNuTCuRlz: omg, ur right. no emotion…i got to arrived at manor with rundown bags and then I died
Sellene3: hahaha, i pressed onto "unnatural creature that you are" bwahha
CoCoNuTCuRlz: no……must persevere
Sellene3: hahha, it's like the jogging
CoCoNuTCuRlz: it's like when we ran
Sellene3: haha, beat u to it
CoCoNuTCuRlz: dude, we think too much alike

Sellene3: …it's soooooooooo boring! i can't take it. i don't like this story anymore! it's been too long! I don't wanna write it anymore…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
CoCoNuTCuRlz: that hurts sellene
CoCoNuTCuRlz: hahhaa ….sigh…we need to move on….
Sellene3: but there's no hope. So we gotta make hope by writing more =) no more fixing! just write!
CoCoNuTCuRlz: write!
Sellene3: i don't wanna…u write
CoCoNuTCuRlz: ….

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