"And what if we chose a wrong religion? We are making God every week madder and madder."

Homer Simpson

Today was a damn good day for me. First, I hit a girl I hate with my backpack. It was an accident of course; was it her fault that she was right there, where I was planning to swing my precious lovely backpack. I should sue her for harassing my backpack! And than she screamed in that shrill girly scream, like 'Aaaa', and I was like 'Sorry (bitch)'. Than I got back my History essay on Toronto. I got 32/50, which equals to 64%. I'm such an inconsistent person when it comes to the marks. Like, I'm getting 96% in Latin and 92% in German, while I'm failing Math, and barely passing English with 50.7% (and geez, you're reading my stories when I'm only half-literate).
Another news update about moi: well, lets see what's interesting... hmm... I are a Big Mac today. How could I? I mean, it is like absolutely disgusting, I hate fast food and especially hamburgers. I am a healthy sportive person (only because I'm too obsessed with my body and not to be fat when I get old). I find myself fat, while majority of people who know me could swear (ever with their scarce knowledge in medicine) that I'm have anorexia.

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Advocating:
-none of the characters in the story that don't belong to me belong to me;
or if you didn't get what I just said, than all the characters I rightfully thieved and (ab)used in my story belong to J. K. Rowling (or someone else...);
-rest belong to moi.
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Draco believed Harry. Of course, he knew Harry; he knew Harry would never lie about something as this. The fact that he did not confess it to Harry was something else.
Why would he let famous Harry Potter assure himself that his father may have something with woman he seemed to fancy so much? So he could make fun of him. Lucius was the one who never minded to tell everyone how much he loves Ancilla; but Ancilla persuaded him to keep his mouth shut. She wanted no affairs. Arbitrary ways are the best ways to keep your place in the high society.
Draco could just imagine his father holding Ancilla in his virile arms, same way Draco saw Lucius holding Victoria Berger. He could not blame for his father for getting intimate with Ancilla. Such a terrific body; such big breasts, but matching perfect with her to some extent skinny complexion. Than he could imagine his beloved father, reaching an arm around her thin waist, and drawing her close to himself. He could hear the sound of her hot breath close to his body. First time he felt such a jealousy for his father. Such an insatiable drive to have Ancilla close to himself. He did not care that she was seventeen years older than him. If his father can have her, why couldn't he?
But than again, what if Potter is really lying. Potter hates him. Against everything: Yes, Harry Potter is lying.
Hell he isn't! Draco fell asleep thinking that.
Harry's thoughts weren't about his or anybody's love life as he lay in the comfortable bed, staring at the window. The feeble moonlight created shadows over the walls in the house. Therefore, the shadows looked platinum.
Was the Dark Mark connected to him? He felt no ache in his head, no palpable presence of the Dark Lord. By now, Harry was assured that the shadow was a Death Eater. It was pointless to look at the list of animagi wizards to find out if there is any that turns into an eagle. The Death Eater may be the unregistered animagi, just like his father were. Oh, of course his father. Snape was again talking-ill about his father, and Ancilla told him off.
Harry wondered why Ancilla was so heartily towards his father. He would be shocked to find out about that little special something between James and Ancilla, despite to Lucius. Lucius and Severus' spleen plotted a conspiracy against James, and it worked out. Lily acted quickly in her rage, finding out that her husband cheated on her, and pushing Ancilla. The wound she got than caused her later to fall down the stairs and lose her first child.
So should Harry feel safe or don't feel safe? He fell asleep, no more time to think about the Lord Voldemort.

Ancilla came to fetch them few days later. She came once before that to see how they are. Lucius also came to visit his son. Draco was exclusively cold to his father, giving no reason nor explanation whatsoever. Harry just peeked at them with tip of his eyes. Lucius was trying to have a conversation with his son, but Draco was apathetic, answering question simply and partially. Lucius didn't expect this from his son. Such an obnoxious behaviour wasn't something he tolerated.
He left with no good-bye. Harry was perplexed by Draco's bearing, too. Draco knew it mustn't be his father's fault, he surely knew Ancilla before Draco met her. Or did he? He couldn't know for sure. But still, Lucius was the one who had her, not Draco.
Julius Deitrich would appear for dinner. He was always in an ornery mood, always staring silently at Harry Potter as they ate. After dinner, he would lock himself in the living room, talking to some of the portraits. Especially to the portrait of Greta Genomborra, his noble mother.
He seemed indifferent when they had to leave. To be honest, he would it nice having some company in your house after twenty-years. He gave both Harry and Draco a present before they left - each a book of high Dark Magic (kinds of books that are found in Restricted Section of Hogwarts Library). The only difference was that Draco's book was about curses, and that Harry's was about countercurses. -"You'll need this, eventually" - he spoke in hoarse voice, giving Harry the book.

They got back to the Hogwarts same way they came - by the brooms. This time, Ancilla was slightly less anxious about flying, and her landing wasn't so noxious. It was fine actually.
-"Miss, you would make a good Beater" - Draco told her, sweetly as they walked towards the Hogwarts. It was morning, still.
-"You should proceed to Potions now; I believe that is the class you are supposed to be having at this moment" - she said, voice reserved. Harry and Draco headed towards their Potions class.
-"Draco Malfoy, how nice to have you back" - the Potion Master beamed as he saw Draco Malfoy entering the dungeon. He saluted Harry with loathsome stare. He seemed to have upgraded his hatred to Harry.
-"As you know, today we are having a test. Mr Malfoy, you are excused because you weren't here when we learnt this. Get notes of someone, and copy them, as I handout the test papers." - He drawled, giving out the tests.
Harry didn't bother to show any resentment whatsoever. He was happy that will not be spending 24/7 with Draco anymore. Draco could be pain in the ass, a really big one. He mourned Lucius and his mother for having to be live with him over the holidays.

Snape's happiness to see Harry failing a test wasn't very long. His Dark Mark burned during the meal, and after Ancilla excused herself from the dinner, he did the same. She wasn't the most pleasant to him in last few days.
As he put his black robes on, and than going away from Hogwarts grounds, he dissapparated. So the Death Eaters were on that little favourite cemetery of Voldemort's. Snape begun to detest cemeteries more and more.
The clique of Death Eaters gave chill laugh on morbid scene. Lord Voldemort let few of his followers take-out onto Peter Petigrew. It was a brutal picture to look at, but it was fun as Peter whined like a little girl.
-"Children" - the Dark Lord grinned evilly, kicking with his booted foot Peter's lifeless corpse - "I gather you all to celebrate my triumph. Harry Potter is helpless!"
-"What do you mean, my Master?" - Macnair asked a question the rest of the Death Eaters craved to hear the answer to.
-"You see this, Walden" - Dark Lord held the Protivsmrti Pendant in his slimy white hands, displaying it for everyone to see. Ancilla sighed, blankly. -"Of course, all of you know what this is -- it's the only thing in this blasted world that repeals the 'Avada Kedavra' curse."
His scrawny lips curled into a mean smile; it was impeccable that he was staring at a dark and cloaked shadow which was Ancilla. If he knew what she had done, Ancilla could consider herself dead. She originally gave the Protivsmrti Pendant to Harry Potter, the hero of this sage (well not really, I intended Ancilla to be, but this is just a propaganda to be on the side of goo and to malefest the evil). Lord Voldemort wouldn't care eminent and powerful Julius Deitrich was her father; Julius was hell of a Dark Wizard, and he was a match for Lord Voldemort, but Lord Voldemort knew secrets about him...
-"And you Deitrich, my dear girl" - he said, taking her mask of, and stroking her fair face with his gaunt fingers. The hood just fell of her head. She did not like the feeling of that, just like a bad omen. 'I am so dead now... Lucius, I love you... Father, I am sorry I acted like a total bitch...' that vile voice was saying in her head now. Well, it wasn't so vile right now.
-"You Ancilla, you should be distinguished as our petite princess, shouldn't you?" - he let his left hand gently slide from her face to her neck, and onto her chest. She hated when he touched her. Lucius read her face; if he could, he would kill Lord Voldemort right now for harassing his beloved Ancilla.
-"Your father, Ancilla Dorontje Deitrich ('Oh no, just leave my father alone' she was screaming inside her head.), he should be appraised above all of you pigs!" - Lord Voldemort barked the last words around. -"He was the one, brave enough to sneak into Hogwarts and steal the Protivsmrti Pendant from Potter" - he said in the low voice. His eyes were particularly aimed on Christian Avery. He was the one that was originally supposed to do the task. Eventually, he chickened out. The Dark Lord didn't miss the chance to punish him.
'But why didn't the Dark Lord assign Ancilla or me for the task? We're inside the Hogwarts; we could get it easier' the question burned Severus' head. Lord Voldemort had his own reasons.
-"You are quiet, Ancilla dear" - he asked softly, rubbing his hand over her slim waist. She shan't die. Lucius' murderous eyes to Lord Voldemort were opaque because of the mask.
-"I am just tired, my Lord" - her voice sounded lamently. She mutely begged Lord Voldemort to get his cold hand from around her waist. He was getting closer and closer to her. He would not dare to be this intimate with her if her father was here. But Julius Deitrich had his personal time to meet up with Lord Voldemort.
-"So does our friend Peter look tired" - he sneered at Peter. Peter was still lying, full of delirium. Ancilla didn't feel like answering this questionnaire of Voldemort's.
Lucius Malfoy was restless with his jealousy. He was sure that Ancilla hated the fact that Voldemort's dirty hands were all over her right now, under her long cloak. He kept nervously shifting from one leg to another. Sadistically, Lord Voldemort silently touched Ancilla waist and breasts, letting everyone wait as he amused himself with her. She was some kind of fetish to him. In his mind, he had perverted ideas about sex for her.
-"Lucius, you seem little nervous" - he asked, maliciously.
-"No, my Lord. Not at all" - was his response. He fought his voice to be calm.
-"You don't seem like that. You seem all fraught up with worry... and perhaps jealousy... ?"
-"Not at all" - Lucius repeated.
-"Well than you are dismissed, mon ami. You all are dismissed. Accept you, Ancilla" - he told her, squeezing her waist. This reminded her on Calvin. He was a sadist in bed. Of course, he did not whip Ancilla or perform any other dungeon-sex thingamajigs; he would just hold her very tight as she was under in the missionary position. She had bruises from him, pretty often. Even once, he broke her wrist because he held her so tight. He loved hearing her scream his name.
-"Why do you want me, my Lord?" - she asked, feebly. She knew the answer perfectly well. Lord Voldemort wanted nothing from her -- he wanted her. For the first time in his life, he would actually have her. She was his faintest desire, the most clement wish. He could always have her, but he sensed her ceaseless love towards Lucius. The strong feeling of love scared him beyond anything.
-"I want to see you sweaty face, during the sex. I want to hear you calling my name. I want to satisfy you." - He said, enigmatically, burring his face into her neck. He ripped her collar, exposing her bare chest to himself only. Than he apparated her to the Riddle house, into a warm, nice looking room.
She could feel his lips over her neck, going up, despite the hot temperature in the room. His lips were made out of ice. She shivered as he kissed her, drawing his spiderlike fingers through her silky hair.
Magnetism pulled her arms around his body. She knew that was just half a man, and this would be a deed of bestiality. But he wasn't an animal -- sentient but exalted.
Too soon, they were both naked under the bed covers. Voldemort's face during the sex was a mild expression of utter ecstasy. He was a sadist, but Ancilla's whole body wasn't aching next morning like it did when Calvin would screw her up.

Harry Potter received another response from Sirius Black. Sirius' handwriting was hardly readable. He wasn't having a lot of time, he was supposed to work on the plans and schemes. Something obscure to Harry, and Harry didn't care to comprehend it.
Another thing that seemed incomprehensible was that it wasn't too wise for Draco to torture Hermione anymore. Harry knew his little secret.
It was another one in the row of dreadful to Harry and his gang Potion lesson. Snape assigned them to make some Potion. Draco was over Seamus, borrowing some ingredients. Seamus was sitting at the table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. From all the Gryffindors, Draco was getting best with Seamus. Seamus was ok with Draco, and he had nice opinion of him. He even stayed at Draco's for few days during the summer holidays.
-"Hey Mudblood, you're still here? Professor Deitrich was right when she said that all the Mudbloods should be kicked out of Hogwarts" - he sneered. Hermione pretended she didn't hear that. Ron was about to react, but Harry was faster.
-"Professor Deitrich, you're saying, eh?" - Harry smiled, angelically at Draco. -"She's nice, isn't she?"
-"Whatever" - Draco retorted to Harry, leaving their table. Harry beamed after Draco, dropping into his chair, and sending scornful stare over to Harry.
-"They should kick him out of Hogwarts" - Ron muttered for himself. He didn't notice how morose Draco was, as he walked away. Hermione was still quiet.
When they finished their Potion, Snape had an announcement to make: -"This Saturday, there will be a Ball. All of you will have to find a partner to come to. Class dismissed."
As the trio went to the common room to drop off their books, Harry and Ron kept talking about who will they invite to the Ball, and what are their prediction about what will happen.
-"Who do you think Malfoy wants to go with?" - Ron smirked, as they were sitting at the table.
-"Ooh, I would like to find out" - Harry grinned, mysteriously. He was plotting a picture in his head how would Draco look like if he saw his father and Professor Deitrich getting intimate with each other.
-"He'll probably just go with that bitch, Pansy" - Hermione spat. Ron and Harry suddenly turned to her.
-"You seem like it would affect you who will Draco take to the Ball" - Ron asked, perplexed. It caused Hermione to burst into silent tears.
-"What is it?" - Harry asked, carefully. Ron sat a chair closer to Hermione, stroking her bushy hair.
-"Nothing..." - Hermione said, in between her staccato sobs. She seemed bothered.
-"Hermione, you know you can tell us everything. We are your best friends, we will understand you" - Harry said, softly. Hermione raised her head with eyes read, and said quietly: -"I like Draco Malfoy." Harry and Ron were stupefied.
-"No offence, Hermione, but EWWW!" - Ron said. It caused Hermione to sob even more.
-"He's not just 'ewww'. He may be rude and bully, but I know he is a clement person inside him. Just look at his silvery blond hair, and his shiny eyes, and his clear, soft skin. He's adorable" - she sobbed.
'This would make a blasting plot for a Muggle soup opera' Harry was thinking. So Ancilla Deitrich and Lucius Malfoy have something with each other, and Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco Malfoy likes Ancilla Deitrich, while a Muggle heritage girl, Hermione Granger likes Draco Malfoy. Both Malfoys and Deitrich despise Muggle people.
-"Hermione, sorry to disappoint you, but Draco likes someone else" - Harry told her. He knew that either way Draco would never pick Hermione.
-"Who is it?!" - Hermione grabbed Harry's robes, and robustly pulled them.
-"I shan't tell you, I promised Draco I will keep a secret" - he answered. He swore to Draco he will tell no one, and that is how will it be. Plus, it is really fun blackmailing Draco for everything. 'Blackmailing him for everything' -- that was the answer! Harry knew what he will do.
-"C'mon, you can tell me" - Ron said.
-"No, but there is something else I can do. Hermione, I swear, I will get you a date with Draco Malfoy for the Ball" - Harry said, happily. Draco will have to be nice to Hermione, or whole school will know he has a major crush on a teacher. And it wasn't just a crush, it was something much more.
-"Are you serious?" - Hermione asked, mesmerised.
-"I am" - Harry nodded his head.

Meanwhile, Draco was sitting with Goyle in the common room, as Crabbe was dropping off his books in the dormitory for him.
-"Hiya Draco" - Pansy cheerfully greeted Draco, jumping onto his lap. She craved those few glorious moments after the Yule Ball in forth year when Draco kissed her. After that, Draco rushed into the washroom to wash his mouth. Pansy's breath was as nearly as 'alluring' as Fluffy's.
-"Get off my lap, bitch" - Draco snapped at her. His head was leaning on his right hand.
-"So Draco, are you taking me to the dance?" - he asked, trying to behave like a siren. Her eyes were blinking and her lips were in poise like she was kissing someone. Goyle was staring at her.
-"Of course I am not taking you to the dance." - Draco snapped at her. She breathed in him, her foul breath making him twitch.
-"Than who am I going to go with?" - she lamented in style of cheap provincial-theatre so-called heroines.
-"Goyle, will you escort her to the dance?" - he asked. Pansy was disgusted by the idea, but to get real, who else could she get? Last time, before Yule Ball, she practically bullied Draco into going out with her. Draco complained to his daddy, but Lucius was far to busy. Draco required for Lucius to go and have a word with Eddie Parkinson, Pansy's father.
-"Yes" - Goyle jumped out of the chair, all happy. He never though he'll get a date.
When Pansy left, he sat in the chair, with Crabbe and Goyle sitting beside him, thinking. He was thinking who should he ask out for the ball. To ask Professor Deitrich? He would like to see the expression on her face when she sees that both son and father fancy her.
He scanned thought the list of girls he found available. Lisaa Niimro was pretty, but screw that, stupid Mudblood was she. Parvati or Padma Patil? Too talky and gitty. Lavender Brown? Too talky and gitty.
There was no girl good enough for him at Hogwarts. He would just had to find someone much under average, if Potter didn't do what he was planning to do.
Early in the morning, Slytherin Quidditch practise was finished, and it was Gryffindors' time to practise. Harry called Draco on the side to talk to him. Draco sceptically eyed him, breathing exhaustedly.
-"What do you want Potter?" - he drawled, wanting to end the conversation before it even started.
-"Who are you talking to the Ball?" - Harry calmly asked him.
-"That is none of your business, Potter" - Draco sneered. What? Was Harry about to ask Draco to go to the Ball with him?
-"It is my business. You don't want your little secret revealed, do you?" - Harry asked carefully. A lot of people were curious what were Harry and Draco talking about, but nobody came close to them.
-"What are your aims?" - Draco machinally raised his thin eyebrows.
-"Hermione Granger likes you. ("The Mudblood?") You are either going to take her to the Ball -- or have everyone know that you like Professor Deitrich. Hmm, I am wandering Draco, how will you look into her eyes when she finds out that you have a major crush on her? Will she tell your father? Blimey, it shall be awkward between you and Lucius, shan't it?" - the words made Draco feel miserable. He had to accept. He cared about his pride too much. How would he look into Ancilla's dark eyes if she knows he likes her; how will he look at his father's eyes if he finds out? This kind of humiliation shan't happen to him.

Ancilla would be perplexed if she found out that Draco has a crush on her, indeed. She would tell that to Lucius. How would he react? Would he be mad at his precious spoiled brat son? She was seventeen years older than Draco; Lucius considered her like a mother to Draco. She was the one who should have married Lucius and gave a birth to Malfoy heir.
One hazy night, when Ancilla went to her chambers, with intentions to sleep, an owl came to her, bringing her a massage. It was from Lucius. She opened it and read it. It said:
'Come ma chère, right now, I'm waiting for you in the study of my manor. I have something really important to tell you.

Love,
Lucius'
She rubbed her fatigue eyes. She finished marking over two-hundred tests. She had to decode all those scabbiness of ignorant students. Tired she was, as she took her black cloak, ready to leave the Hogwarts and apparate to see what the hell was so important Lucius had for her.
Lucius waited for her in his study. In front of him was an open bottle of 'Jon Player Special' whisky, and an empty glass. He smiled at Ancilla, as she quietly closed the door, and approached him. He stood up, and went over to her, kissing.
-"What do you want?" - she said, tiredly. For a mere second, Lucius was kissing her neck. Than he straightened his neck, looking at her face.
-"I wanted to tell you how incredibly much I love you" - he said in lethargic voice, undoing her heavy black cloak, and letting it fall down on the floor. -"Another important thing for you is that I am horny, and I really need you." - This simple sentence caused her to grab the 'thing' between his legs, gently squeezing it. Not to hurt it, no; just to play with it.
-"You are sweet" - she smiled, slowly kissing him. His mouth tasted on alcohol - he was drinking before she came. Hard day at work he had today. Alcohol and her was what he needed to relax. It wasn't so bad that he would settle for something more hard-core.
As he lowered both of them onto the sofa, she grabbed the empty glass, pouring some 'John Player Special' whisky and drinking it herself on ex. Another glass followed, and another one after that. She wasn't drunk, just that little buzz in her head. Than she returned to making out with Lucius. She was gentle, but at the same time so firm with his tight grips when he held her. He would never hurt her, thought. Accept maybe sometimes, but those were just the times when he tried to express his anger through sexual sadism.
They would have hell of the night if Victoria didn't spoil it. She came to check onto Lucius; to see what her 'friend' was doing. She almost screamed as she found him with Ancilla in the study.
-"What is she doing here?" - Ancilla enquired to know. Her voice was with high note of acid. Roughly, Ancilla pushed Lucius away from her, buttoning up her shirt. As she got up from the bed she glanced onto Victoria. She remembered her, Christian's wife. What the hell was she doing here, entering like this?
-"I came to see my man, but you were here; better question is: what are you doing here?" - Victoria asked her.
-"Christian would not like to find out what are you doing with Lucius." - She snapped at Victoria. Victoria arrogantly glanced from Lucius to Ancilla. Victoria was wearing a flaming red blazer with matching red skirt. Such a distaste in clothing. Flaming red has to be handled carefully when picking what will you wear.
On the other hand, Ancilla was practically buttoned up like she was a nun. Ankle length tight skirt, slit up to middle of the thigs. Nice white cotton shirt on the top, with few bottoms left undone and a cravat. Over that, she had long blazer that served as a trench coat. And over that, she had black robes. Just like a nun in black, but everything was tight and looked so perfect on her that it did not matter that she was not exposing herself at all.
-"Ancilla, please" - Lucius said from the bed. He didn't like the fact that Victoria came to visit him so abruptly.
-"Lucius, doesn't it bother you that she comes to your house, like this. This is not her house" - Ancilla said to him. He tried to reach her with his hands, from sitting position, but he couldn't. To get up, he didn't really feel like it. Too drunk.
-"By the way Mrs Avery, that colour looks bad on you" - Ancilla said to Victoria before she went away, slamming the door so hard that the glass on the windows was shaking.
-"Who does she think she is, Queen of Wales?" - Victoria asked. Lucius stared at her sinisterly. If Victoria didn't act so harsh to Ancilla, he could try and persuade them in threesome. Ancilla was the one who he should need to convince because Victoria obeyed him.
-"Shut up bitch, and get on your knees" - Lucius ordered, opening his pants, and motioning her to come over. She did so.

Victoria didn't have idea how much Lucius loves Ancilla. She thought that Ancilla was just one more in the row of his 'hoes'. She was the one that Lucius loved. She was the one that Lucius originally desired. She was the one that got there first. She didn't know that Lucius loved Ancilla even before Victoria was born.
Victoria simply wanted Ancilla out of the game. She could not have done it only by herself, she needed partnership. Narcissa would be perfect for that. Narcissa and her used to be best friends, but as Narcissa found out that Victoria was a lover of Lucius', their friendship ended. But now, it was two of them who originally fought for attention of Lucius (even though Narcissa had no slightest chance here). She accepted the compact of Victoria. Two of them are much stronger and keener than Ancilla alone. Or are they?
-"Victoria, there is a thing you totally neglected to pick up" - Narcissa said, smiling slyly. They were having a lunch in one of the expensive restaurants.
-"What is it?" - Victoria said, eating her mashed potatoes.
-"Lucius loves Ancilla more than anything" - she said.
-"That is not true" - Victoria wanted to scream.
-"Oh, honey, you were not here when she has gone away to Africa or wherever with her husband, Mathieu. She mentally broke Lucius. Than he told me everything, that he loved her more than everything and how he will kill me if he has to, if that's the price to be with Ancilla" - Narcissa spoke in such an emotionless manner. She loved Lucius a lot. What was in Lucius to be loved accept his easy-to-envy look ('that sexy blond hair, his arrogant behaviour, his malicious sense for humour, his devotion for the Dark Side, his adorable young son, his fortune, his Purebloodness') and the fact that he's so good in bed. Beside that, he was an arrogant insensitive cold-blooded rude bastardish horny bitch. That's what he was.
-"What did he found in her? She seems so promiscuous to other men. Beside that, she has an adorable husband. I mean, Mathieu seem so nice, so loving, so devoted, so not like Lucius."
-"Ancilla and I, we both went to Slytherin. We were same year, with Lucius. Ancilla, she was always so shallow with feelings and liked to play with people's feeling. Just because she is so hot looking, doesn't mean she should go around seducing every man to be with her. Beside that, she was really mean to everyone non-Pureblood. She still is, though. To be right, she was kind of right there, but Muggle-born wizards were not the ones who picked to be like that.
"I never liked her, neither talked to her. She was mean to me in the first year. She always had her daddy to protect her. Little daddy's princess, for whom daddy will provide everything" - Narcissa said.
-"So Lucius knows her from Hogwarts?" - Victoria raised her eyebrows.
-"No, he practically knows her from when he was born. They used to fight a lot when we were in grade one and grade two."
-"I see. Well I just know what will I do. Her husband Mathieu, he has wonderful eyes, doesn't he? Prussian blue... He seems so extraordinary sweet, and he does like her. What if we spill him her secrets about her and Lucius?" - Victoria had an android plan how to get Ancilla away from Lucius. Mathieu would get mad at her, and forbid her to see Lucius anymore.
-"That's a remarkable plan, you see" - Narcissa said, taking more food.
And they were friends once again.

If Hermione haven't got a heart attack when Draco asked her out for Ball, she never will. Naturally, she accepted it. For Draco, it wouldn't be so bad, if after party he wasn't supposed to ask Hermione out. That was a part of the Potter's blackmail. Harry was getting back Draco for everything with this.
On the Ball night, students waited for door of the Great Hall to open. Draco and Hermione met at the entrance for Slytherin house. Draco had to admit that Hermione looked stunningly pretty. Her hair was combed backwards into a bun. She was wearing light robes of lavender. Draco looked sinister, but he had to act nice to her. One mistake, and whole school will be teasing him next day.
They linked their arms. He wore grey robes that impeccably matched his cold eyes. Ok, so he didn't have to take that hoe, Pansy, but he was taking the Mudblood. What was worse? It seemed as a good alternative to come all alone.
At eight sharp, the door opened, and students entered the Great Hall. It was decorated with candles floating everywhere. On the podium, bunch of wizards were playing music. Wow, those were Dead Can Dance. Brandon Perry and Lisa Gerard held some queer foreign instruments, while bunch of other wizards played stuff like cello, trumpet, piano, and other. What, you thought that Dead Can Dance were bunch of prodigious Muggles? Think again.
Draco picked to sit at the table with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. Hermione preferred to be with her friends, but she couldn't leave Draco alone. He would be sad.
Hermione urged Draco to dance, but he didn't want to. Crabbe was off with some other people, getting drunk. Draco had a chance to get drunk with them, but Hermione didn't like idea of alcohol. No... Goyle and Pansy were dancing, as Goyle was going onto Pansy. Pansy quite liked it.
Draco was silent. He was observing what were other people doing. Ancilla was sitting at the table, engaged in vivid talk with Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore. Draco was also jealous on Snape, because they seemed to be such a close friends.
For this event, Ancilla was wearing something special. Long velvet dress with corset exposed. Her waist was even tighter now, alright. Her hair was up and two discrete sapphire earrings were hanging from her ears.
-"Draco, would you like to dance?" - Hermione asked him again. Draco wasn't really listening to what she was saying. He was thinking when to ask her out. Of course, she will say yes. She thinks he likes her. Such a shame if his father finds out he 'likes' a Muggle girl. What will Professor Deitrich think when she sees that he isn't insulting Hermione as much as he did before?
-"Draco, I asked you a question?" - She repeated, in bothered tone.
-"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking" - Draco turned to her.
-"Do you want to dance?"
-"No. I don't like dancing. I know what, I want to take you to some special place" - he said, getting up and motioning her to follow him. He didn't really want to do this, but Harry Potter, blah, blah, blah, he wants his friend to be happy, blah, blah, blah, blah.... 'Such an ass-head' Draco was thinking, as he dragging Hermione by her hand out of Hogwarts, and towards the lake. She was muttering something like 'Oh no Draco, we can't go out of Hogwarts... if we get caught, we will get detention...' Draco didn't bother to listen, he would just pull, gently squeezing her hand.
When they descended down to the lake, he stood with his full height in front of her. Wasn't he a tall young lad? Hermione was short, already starting to suffer from puberty -- her hips were kind of fat, and her ass wasn't that small. Draco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to himself. Just like his father, he sensed what girls like. Hermione was rather romantic soul, so he provided her romantic, idyllic environment. Lake reflected all the light of Hogwarts, illuminating their faces in strange, ghastly lights. Woods were in the background. It was quiet. Only slight waves of water were heard, as breeze swapped their face.
-"I must tell you something" - Draco said, in pathetic voice. Hermione smiled as a reply.
-"I love you" - Draco pronounced those words. Such a clement face he possessed; inside his enticed body, he was highly laughing. He pretended that he is holding Ancilla Deitrich and that he is telling her he loves her, knowing she shan't reject him.
-"Really?" - Hermione gasped.
-"Of course. You think that all those insults were there just to really harm you? I was trying to cover up my love you ('Shove the insults in my ass, Mudblood; are we talking about love?' he was thinking.)" - he said to her. He smiled, gently. Hermione have no verbal response to that. He drew his colourless mouth to hers, and kissed her, pushing his tongue into. Was she a bad kisser? So awkward, like she never kissed anyone before. She kept her arms glued to her body. Eventually, as they were making out, Draco pulled them, locking them secure around him. He liked when the girl would play with his soft hair or touch his private parts while they were making out. But Hermione did none of that. Only on his back. Like his cock is on his back. Such an ingenue. So shy and drawback.
She froze when he kissed her around her mouth, moving to her neck. It's like she never knew that people kiss each other's neck.
-"Draco..." - whined she -"you're making me feel uncomfortable."
-"I'm sorry" - Draco said, moving his mouth away from her neck. He knew that he couldn't expect sex from her, so this relationship will be shit. Au contraire, Pansy could beg him for sex for two days and she would let him be dominant, but he didn't want her. Her kinky ideas turned him on sometimes, but he never slept with her and if he can help it, he never will.
He lost his virginity a year ago, with daughter of American Minister of Magic. He was supposed to marry her, but their relationship never came throughout because they really got bad together. He liked her a lot, though.
-"If you don't like something I'm doing to you, just tell me" - Draco gave instructions to her. He reminded himself to when he was small, and his father's voice drilling him how to do his potty training.
-"Ok. Only Draco, I never went this far with a boy. I had only one boyfriend, and we just kissed, never Frenched (Draco wanted to scream loudly.)" - she said to him. He had urge to slap her so hard that she can't remember who she is afterwards. But he controlled himself.
-"Hermione, you're sixteen years old. You have to do some stuff other than kissing" - he said to her, trying to be calm.
-"But I don't want to lose my virginity before I marry. I want to go into a marriage with my chastity" - she said to him. She seemed so agitated.
-"Hermione, I'm not asking you to fuck me right her, right now. I'm just saying that you need to do something more than just keep your hand on my back." - He said. He was trying hard not to snap. Hermione pissed him off.
-"But I..." - Hermione burst into tears.
-"Oh my gosh, don't cry." - There, she will go off to Potter now, and tell him how Draco was harassing her.
He hugged her, and drew her to himself.
-"Hermione" - he started slowly -"don't cry. I will teach you how to be less shy. Do you want to go out with me?"
-"Really?" - she wanted to scream. -"Yes, yes!" - she grabbed his head, and kissed him on his mouth.
-"That's great" - Draco beamed. 'Oh my good Lord, the Mudblood and I? What will whole fucken school think about me?' he was thinking.
-"You don't care that I'm Muggle-born?" - Hermione asked him.
-"No" - Draco answered. What kind of question is it? Of course he did. If his father finds out about him and the Mudblood, he is dead. Stupid Potter. That bastard.
-"That's wonderful."

-"Monsieur Bégayer, someone wants to see you." - An elf came to inform Mathieu Bégayer. He was sitting in the living room, reading the Daily Prophet. Everything in room was white. From floor, to the walls, to the sofa and the furniture.
-"Well invite him in" - Mathieu said.
-"It's her" - Victoria appeared on the threshold, rudely kicking the elf out of the way. Mathieu was nice to everyone, even to the elves.
-"Bonjour Madam Berger. Ca va?" - he asked getting up and shaking her hand. She gulped, having no faintest idea what he just said.
-"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm used to greeting people on French" - he said, motioning her to sit down onto the sofa beside him.
-"Oooh, I speak German, not French" - she said, smiling. Today, she was wearing really short tight dress with blazer.
-"So does my wife" - Mathieu smiled back, as Victoria provocatively crossed her long legs.
-"Oh, your wife seems really educated" - Victoria spoke in satirical tone.
-"Yes, she speaks German, Swedish, French, Dutch, Punjabi, and Romanian" - he said. She learnt Punjabi while she was in India.
-"That's wonderful. I came here today to talk to you about your wife" - she smiled, innocently.
-"Yes" - Mathieu smiled back to her.
-"Would you happen to know that she is cheating on you?" - she said with cunning smile on her mouth with dark cherry lipstick. Wasn't she the master of the game.
-"Go ahead" - Mathieu said, like he was interested. Ancilla admitted him every time she cheated on him. Every time he would forgive her, even though he felt such a spleen to slap her, and tell her that she is married to him therefore she belongs to him and no one else. If you asked her, she would say she belongs to Lucius Malfoy forever.
-"She loves Lucius Malfoy. They are lovers..." - she started, enjoying.
-"She loves him, I know. She thinks about him all the time, and she calls me Lucius during sex. I neglect the fact that when we sleep she imagines she is with Lucius" - Mathieu said firmly, some tranquil rage flowing out of him.
-"You know about two of them?" - Victoria asked, bewildered.
-"Ancilla tells me everything" - he confessed, sadly. Shit, Victoria's plan didn't work out. She thought that it will make Mathieu mad, wanting to kill Ancilla, or at least forbid her to see Lucius anymore.
-"What are you going to do about it?"
-"Nothing. I tried to persuade her to love me more than she loved Lucius. But every time she sees Lucius, she is mesmerised by him" - he said, quietly.
-"That's awful. You should react on that" - Victoria was truly sorry for him. He was so handsome with such a wonderful eyes. She was staring at him face, and only thing she comprehended were his Prussian blue eyes. Manually, she hand flew on his thigh, stroking it.
-"I try to forget it. Ignorance is best way to go sometimes, but I can't" - he said, sensing her warm hand, travelling up his thigh. She wanted him. She wasn't the first one, but only thing he wanted is Ancilla to love him.
-"I have a cure for you" - she said in soft voice, trying to kiss him, but he moved his head, abruptly.
-"I'm sorry. She may be a bitch to me, but I'm an orthodox Catholic, and in the church, I swore to the perpetual loyalty to her. I won't be cheating her. I don't want to cheat on her" - he informed Victoria. It crushed Victoria's ego.
-"She is playing you, she is making fool of you. She never appreciated you and never will" - Victoria got up, and snapping at Mathieu.
-"I know. Good day to you Mrs Berger" - he responded calmly, taking the Daily Prophet, and continuing to read it. Victoria stood for a second, staring at him, not being able to believe her eyes. He ignored her; and she went away, slamming the door behind her.

This event caused Victoria to hate Ancilla even more. She detested her perfect body and her slim figure. Victoria was what you could consider femme fatale, but Ancilla was a real siren.
Victoria detested the next moment she saw Ancilla. She could do nothing to her, though. It was another time when Voldemort gathered his followers. He became highly fond of Ancilla's body and touching it, that he practically spend all the time beside her. It was killing Lucius, but he could do nothing.
-"Ancilla, darling, I have a task for you" - he said, playing with her hair.
-"Yes, my master" - she said, automatically. The face of detestation was facading her. She hated Voldemort's icy fingers on her skin. He played with her shirt now.
-"I want you and Berger to go to the Enchanted Forest and get me two unicorns, alive" - he said, scanning Victoria Berger. Ancilla was about to scream. Her and Victoria Berger? Victoria is a bad wizard. She doesn't even know to perform Cruciatus Curse properly.
-"Yes, my Lord" - Ancilla lamented. It was both because she will have to join Victoria and because Voldemort had his hand on her breast. Lucius turned his head not to watch.
-"Of you go" - Lord Voldemort said so ethereally that his next words just might be 'shoo, shoo'. Ancilla stiffly motioned Victoria to come to her. As Victoria approached her, Ancilla grabbed her arm and apparated her. This was necessary because the Enchanted Forest was such a broad terrain. They easily might get to other parts. They could never catch two unicorns by themselves.
As they apparated, Ancilla swiftly let go of Victoria. Victoria rubbed the spot where Ancilla held her; it ached. Victoria was quiet as both of them waited silent. Neither of them knew a lot about unicorns, but they know they should wait for them. As the first one passed them, slowly, Ancilla emerged out of nowhere, and stupefied the angelic creature before Victoria could even react. Than with sad eyes, Ancilla went to the unicorn that was standing still and stoked it's soft surface. Such a beautiful creature and who knows why Lord Voldemort needs it.
-"Someone's getting sensitive" - Victoria spoke sarcastically. That's the first thing she said.
-"Someone's getting too nosy when it comes to husbands" - Ancilla turned to Victoria. Mathieu told her about Victoria. -"I'm a jealous person. It's not prudent to hit on my husband. Neither on Lucius."
-"Who are you to decide?" - Victoria said sardonically, stepping on step backwards. Ancilla was pacing towards her. Such a firm steps scared her.
-"Who are you just to come and proclaim yourself the master?" - Victoria said, going more backwards. Eventually she had to stop not to trip onto nothing. Ancilla scared her because she snatched her face with her hand. Her fingers were pressuring her jaw.
-"Stay away from Lucius. He's mine" - Ancilla snapped at Victoria, letting go of her jaw. They caught another unicorn in utter silence and brought it to Lord Voldemort. He was happy with them.

The very next day, Victoria went to Lucius to complain. He was in his office, reading some soft-porn Muggle magazine Macnair gave him. So now he was so repellent towards the Muggles when it came to half naked models.
As usually, Victoria entered his large office without knocking. He didn't care to greet her, just turned the page on his magazine. Victoria went over to him, sitting in his lap. He looked reproachfully at her, as she fondled his soft silver hair.
-"What do you want?" - Lucius sighed, dropping the magazine onto the table.
-"Ancilla is mean to me" - Victoria cried. She complained to Lucius before, and he has always been able to fix it for her.
-"How is she mean to you?" - Lucius frowned. Wonderful, two women is fighting for him, but he already knew he will pick Ancilla. But he just can't drop Victoria off like that. He liked that she always obeyed him. Anyways, he wanted threesome with two of them.
-"She is so brutal. Yesterday, for no reason, she grabbed my jaw and it hurts me whole day today. Lucius kissed her jaw line.
-"I'll go and talk to her" - Lucius said, standing up. He will go and talk to her now. It was just time for lunch at Hogwarts.
-"Lucius" - Victoria said, stroking Lucius face, before he was out of the room - "is it true that you love her more than me?"
Lucius gave Victoria a mournful look, and kissed her before he went had away. He didn't answer her however.

Ancilla was sitting in her office, marking works. This teachers' job was really dull -- marking, marking, and marking. She stared at Hermione Granger's work. She searched for every single mistake to abduct marks from. Lucius promptly entered her office, slamming the wooden door.
-"Lucius" - she was surprised.
-"We need to talk" - he said, eating his lower lip. Ancilla knew he didn't come to her for anything nice.
-"What do you want?" - she said, putting the quill down on the table, and standing up to face him with arms folded.
-"I already told you, we need to talk" - he snapped.
-"We're talking already" - she retorted, barely moving her lips.
-"Victoria complained on you" - Lucius said briskly, walking around her. His neurotic walk was followed by 'tsk, tsk, tsk' from his mouth. His beige trench coat swirled around him.
-"So?" - Ancilla responded, sassily.
-"So what? If I'm being nice to your fucken husband, than you should try being nice to Victoria" - Lucius snapped at her, grabbing her arm firmly, and twisting it.
-"Aaah, Lucius that hurts" - Ancilla wailed. Lucius held her hand. When he let her go, she said: -"You don't love me anymore." That earned her a slap.
-"Do you think I would bother with you anymore if I didn't like you. I wish I didn't, though. I wish I could love Victoria as much as I love you" - he told her. Those words hurt her. She would never say that to him. She was happy because she loved him because he was just so perfect in her opinion. She guessed that's why she loved him so much. He was the man of her dreams, and she could have him.
-"If you loved me as much as you're telling me you do, than you wouldn't go around chasing another chicks" - she replied, faintly.
-"Oh you're telling me. Ancilla, it is in my nature to be promiscuous when it comes to women. You're the only woman I ever truly loved." - He said sadly to her. -"I always wanted you to marry me. We could have been happy together, raising our children."
-"Why don't you go and do that with Victoria when she's so perfect" - Ancilla snarled.
-"You know, maybe I will. She is much better than you. I'm starting to like her more and more. If I told her I want to marry her, she would be happy. She wouldn't give me all those lame excuses like you did when Calvin died." - He told her and headed outside. Before he was out of her office, he stopped because Ancilla spoke softly. Against his will to ditch her, he was interested in what she had to say.
-"I'm sorry I love you, Lucius. I guess it's over between us."
Lucius gave a deep sigh, and slammed the door behind him. Ancilla burst into tears, clutching the arm he was squeezing.
Lucius flew through corridors. He haven't met a single students. He was thankful to god he didn't see his son. If he was still so obnoxious to him like he was last time he saw him, he will end up slapping him. Draco haven't written a single letter to his father lately.
Sudden urge to visit and talk to Severus stuck him. Severus would know what to do. He descended into the dungeons towards Severus' office. He had to be in his office. And he was. Lucius opened the door so violently, that they bounced onto the wall they hit. Apparently, Severus was having a talk with Lee Jordan, Fred, and George Weasley. He caught them in the hall, trying out the Scented Smoke-Bombs in the Hogwarts hall. When he saw Lucius storming inside he stopped.
-"Can I help you?" - he asked. Lee, Fred, and George turned to see what caused such a barbarous sound.
-"I need to speak to you" - Lucius said, practically kicking Lee out of the chair, dropping himself in.
-"You can go now. I'll have a word with you in the afternoon" - he said to them. They carefully came outside. They had urge to eavesdrop and hear what got Lucius so upset. But Snape made sure that the doors are closed.
-"What is it?" - he asked Lucius, sitting on the chair beside him. Lucius stared at him for a second, not wanting to tell him what happened.
-"Either you're going to speak or I'm going back to doing some work for school. I don't need to sit here waiting for you forever" - Severus said sombrely, as Lucius sulkily sat in his chair.
-"Ancilla ditched me" - Lucius spat his anger, breathing heavily.
-"Did she? What did you do wrong?" - Severus eyes him with narrow eyes and face of an 'honest' merchant.
-"She was being a bitch" - Lucius said, full of his triumphant delirium.
-"What did she do?" - Snape asked. Severus was like Lucius' personal shrink sometimes. He understood his capricious spirit.
-"She is being mean to Victoria" - Lucius said, banging his fist onto the handgrip of the chair.
-"Lucius, you don't need Victoria. I don't like her" - Severus frowned, calming down Lucius' arm.
-"Not you, too."
-"Only because you're so conceited and she is the one who praises you and does what ever you order her. Honestly, I think that you should be with Ancilla" - Severus said.
-"Severus, I came here so you could reassure that I'm bad with Ancilla" - Lucius snapped going away. As he opened the door to outside, no one else than Ancilla was there, intending to get in. Lucius roughly pushed her on the side. She pushed him back, not glancing as he walked away.
-"Severus, you wanted the plan of..." - Ancilla said feebly, but suddenly started crying. Severus went to her, and hugged her.

In next few days, Ancilla was really spleen on Lucius. Every time she saw Draco, she was biting her lip neurotically. Draco cowered away from her because she saw him and Hermione making out. She didn't care to find out what did he have with the Mudblood.
As she was teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts second year Slytherin and Gryffindor she was biting her lower lip. They were copying questions in the utter silence, otherwise she threatened who ever makes a littlest sound, she will be taking that person on tour around Azkeban. They knew she was highly serious; no one spoke.
In the middle of the class, Severus entered the class, asking her to see him outside the classroom. He looked highly bothered.
-"Yes" - Deitrich said, as the door were shut behind her.
-"I don't know how to tell you this. I think that straight foreword will be the best way, Ancilla." - Snape gave a huge sigh before saying it -"your father is dead. He killed himself."
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-"I'm not going to heaven (when I die), I'm going to the forthworld. It will be better because there will be no Christians."
Excerpt from the movie 'Heavenly Creatures' said by Juliet