* * * *
Lucius pressed his lips gently to Glory's forehead, putting his weight on his elbows and resting on top of her. She heaved a deep breath under him, then nudged him aside gently, pressing her palms against his pale chest. He smiled, kissing her again and running his lips over her cheek to her throat.
"You're awfully pushy," she giggled against him, kissing him back softly.
"Can you blame me?" he asked.
Glory shrugged and smiled, snuggling closer to him. "You really will keep me safe, won't you?" she asked, suddenly serious.
Lucius stared down at her, his pale eyes wide. "Of course. You know I will."
"Daphne's betrayal scared me," she said softly.
"I would never do that," he promised, tilting her chin so that she was looking him in the eye. "Marry me," he murmured suddenly.
Glory blinked, then stared at him. "What?"
"Marry me," he repeated. "Good Lord, you know I'd do anything for you, Glory. Please, will you marry me?"
She stared at him for a moment longer before a shy smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "Where's my ring?"
Lucius laughed, then stood, wrapping the bed sheets around his body. Glory grabbed at the comforter and pulled it close, watching as he went to his closet and opened the trunk that was sitting on the floor. A second later he held a tiny box in his hand and was walking back toward the bed.
"I was only joking," Glory said suddenly, as he held the box out to her. "I didn't expect you to have a ring."
"Well, I do," Lucius said, then opened the box and pressed it into her hands.
Glory stared down at a gold ring that twisted like ribbon around a deep blue stone. It sparkled in the dim candlelight of their bedroom as Lucius took it from the box and slid it carefully onto her finger.
"Merlin's beard," she whispered, marvelling at it. "Lucius, it's beautiful."
He smiled. "Can I take that as a yes?"
Glory threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Yes."
* * * *
Just as his father opened the ring box in another part of the castle, Draco Malfoy awoke in his dormitory, his left forearm burning angrily. He scratched at it absentmindedly, then sat up in his bed and pushed up his sleeve. He'd never been called before, never in the entire year he'd been a Death Eater. He had never even come face to face with Voldemort and now he was being called for something.
Trembling from head to toe, Draco stood and dressed quietly, not wanting to wake the others in his room and have to explain where he was going at one in the morning. He threw on his heavy outer cloak, then crept down the dormitory stairs and through the Slytherin common room. He didn't know where the go, only that he had to move otherwise it would seem as if he was ignoring the call.
He stepped into the hall, staring down the stairs to his right, then turned abruptly to his left and walked straight into a small, but strong body. He nearly screamed, but a hand clamped down over his mouth and he found himself staring into the dark eyes of Daphne Heyman.
"Keep your mouth shut, Draco," she warned before releasing him.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, following her as she walked briskly down the hall.
"I'm here the collect your father and your professor," she said, motioning for him to follow her into an empty classroom. "We need your help to get us into his rooms."
"We?" Draco asked.
Daphne nodded, motioning to another woman in the room with long, dark hair. "That's Tina. Lord Voldemort sent us both to deal with Glory and Lucius."
"Deal with them?" Draco asked. "You mean bring them back?"
Tina nodded. "Yeah, kid, bring them back."
"Will I finally get to meet Lord Voldemort?" he asked, his pale eyes glowing with excitement.
Tina smiled at him softly. "Yeah, kid. You'll get to meet him alright."
"Once he's got my father and Glory, he'll kill them, won't he?" Draco asked.
Daphne met his eye and smiled dangerously. "He'll kill them all."
* * * *
Lucius stood, watching Glory sleep peacefully in their bed, then went to the window beside him. Moonlight poured onto the floor, silver light washed over his body as he moved making him look even more pale than usual. As dangerous a time it was, Lucius couldn't help but feel happier than he had in a very long time. He was going to marry Glory and he'd be able to keep her safe forever. There was no way his son could be a Death Eater and, in time, even Draco would see how right it was for his father to be with Glory.
Lucius stretched, then leaned his head against the window, staring down at the grounds below him. Everything looked so peaceful, so perfect. A light snow covered the grounds and crystals formed on his window as he breathed hot air across the cool surface. He had never dreamed he would be welcome back at Hogwarts and yet here he was, enjoying the magical view of the grounds.
A soft knock at the door startled him and he turned quickly, then reached for his pants and pulled them on as he went to the door.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Dad, I need to speak with you," Draco's voice said from the other side of the door.
Lucius opened the door and frowned down at his son. "It's one thirty in the morning, what are you doing-"
"Imperio."
Lucius was cut off as his vision swam and he found he no longer has control over his body. Every inch of him screamed to slam the door and cover Glory with his body, protecting her life with his own, but he could do nothing but stand in the doorway and wait for orders.
"Go to her," a voice inside his head insisted. He tried to resist, but found his legs moving across the room. "Wake her," the voice said.
Lucius leaned over the bed and roughed grabbed Glory's arm.
* * * *
Glory woke with a start when a hand clamped onto her arm, pulling her from the bed. Her eyes opened to see Lucius standing over her, a vacant look in his pale eyes. His finger tightened, pulling her close to him and she wondered, for just a second, if he was playing with her.
"Get dressed," he said, pushing her toward her closet.
The voice he spoke with wasn't his own, it was cold and hard, different from anything she'd ever heard come out of it. Different even from the times he'd coldly raped her.
"Lucius, I don't understand," she said.
"Get dressed," he repeated, yanking jeans and a sweater from her closet. "Put these on now, then put on your robes. Leave your wand, you won't be needing it."
Glory frowned as she pulled the sweater over her head. "My wand? Lucius, what's going on? You know I need my wand."
A chilling smile crossed his lips then, causing Glory to take a step away from him. His fingers flexed, then reached for her.
"You won't be needing your wand ever again," he said. "Not where I'm taking you." His hands closed down on her arm again and he dragged her from the room, yanking her into the hall and shoving her against one of the people that stood there.
"Imperio," a lazy female voice drawled and Glory found her body under the control of Tina.
Daphne smiled and waved at her, gesturing to Draco by her side. His wand was hidden deep within the folds of his robes, but it was still pointed at his father. He knew not to let her see that Lucius was under a spell, she had to believe that he had betrayed her.
As Glory watched, Lucius went to Daphne's other side, then bent his head to kiss her deeply. She wanted to scream, she wanted to fly across the hall and attack Daphne with all the power that rested inside her body, but she could do nothing was watch. Lucius's thin fingers trailed down the front of Daphne's robes, then slipped inside and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to him.
"Enough of that," Tina snapped, then glanced at Glory. "Hi there, Glorificus. I'm Tina. Walk."
So she did. She walked down the hall, unable to see anything but Lucius and Daphne in front of her, their hands entwined and their heads close together as they talked softly. She hated him in that moment, hated him more than she had ever hated him before. All the times he'd hurt her felt like nothing compared to his betrayal. He had asked her to marry him, he had made her believe that he loved her and now . . . now he was leading her to death.
She wanted to sob, but her throat refused to cooperate though she pushed against the curse as hard as she could. A name rose, unbidden in her vocal chords, but she didn't fight it. She let the sound rise, closer to her tongue and her lips, closer to being spoken aloud.
"Remus," she sobbed loudly, staggering before Tina snapped her wand and pushed Glory ahead. It hadn't been much, but at the moment that noise was the only hope she had. If someone had heard she might be saved. If Lupin or Snape had heard, she would at least have a fighting chance.
* * * *
Lucius pressed his lips gently to Glory's forehead, putting his weight on his elbows and resting on top of her. She heaved a deep breath under him, then nudged him aside gently, pressing her palms against his pale chest. He smiled, kissing her again and running his lips over her cheek to her throat.
"You're awfully pushy," she giggled against him, kissing him back softly.
"Can you blame me?" he asked.
Glory shrugged and smiled, snuggling closer to him. "You really will keep me safe, won't you?" she asked, suddenly serious.
Lucius stared down at her, his pale eyes wide. "Of course. You know I will."
"Daphne's betrayal scared me," she said softly.
"I would never do that," he promised, tilting her chin so that she was looking him in the eye. "Marry me," he murmured suddenly.
Glory blinked, then stared at him. "What?"
"Marry me," he repeated. "Good Lord, you know I'd do anything for you, Glory. Please, will you marry me?"
She stared at him for a moment longer before a shy smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "Where's my ring?"
Lucius laughed, then stood, wrapping the bed sheets around his body. Glory grabbed at the comforter and pulled it close, watching as he went to his closet and opened the trunk that was sitting on the floor. A second later he held a tiny box in his hand and was walking back toward the bed.
"I was only joking," Glory said suddenly, as he held the box out to her. "I didn't expect you to have a ring."
"Well, I do," Lucius said, then opened the box and pressed it into her hands.
Glory stared down at a gold ring that twisted like ribbon around a deep blue stone. It sparkled in the dim candlelight of their bedroom as Lucius took it from the box and slid it carefully onto her finger.
"Merlin's beard," she whispered, marvelling at it. "Lucius, it's beautiful."
He smiled. "Can I take that as a yes?"
Glory threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "Yes."
* * * *
Just as his father opened the ring box in another part of the castle, Draco Malfoy awoke in his dormitory, his left forearm burning angrily. He scratched at it absentmindedly, then sat up in his bed and pushed up his sleeve. He'd never been called before, never in the entire year he'd been a Death Eater. He had never even come face to face with Voldemort and now he was being called for something.
Trembling from head to toe, Draco stood and dressed quietly, not wanting to wake the others in his room and have to explain where he was going at one in the morning. He threw on his heavy outer cloak, then crept down the dormitory stairs and through the Slytherin common room. He didn't know where the go, only that he had to move otherwise it would seem as if he was ignoring the call.
He stepped into the hall, staring down the stairs to his right, then turned abruptly to his left and walked straight into a small, but strong body. He nearly screamed, but a hand clamped down over his mouth and he found himself staring into the dark eyes of Daphne Heyman.
"Keep your mouth shut, Draco," she warned before releasing him.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, following her as she walked briskly down the hall.
"I'm here the collect your father and your professor," she said, motioning for him to follow her into an empty classroom. "We need your help to get us into his rooms."
"We?" Draco asked.
Daphne nodded, motioning to another woman in the room with long, dark hair. "That's Tina. Lord Voldemort sent us both to deal with Glory and Lucius."
"Deal with them?" Draco asked. "You mean bring them back?"
Tina nodded. "Yeah, kid, bring them back."
"Will I finally get to meet Lord Voldemort?" he asked, his pale eyes glowing with excitement.
Tina smiled at him softly. "Yeah, kid. You'll get to meet him alright."
"Once he's got my father and Glory, he'll kill them, won't he?" Draco asked.
Daphne met his eye and smiled dangerously. "He'll kill them all."
* * * *
Lucius stood, watching Glory sleep peacefully in their bed, then went to the window beside him. Moonlight poured onto the floor, silver light washed over his body as he moved making him look even more pale than usual. As dangerous a time it was, Lucius couldn't help but feel happier than he had in a very long time. He was going to marry Glory and he'd be able to keep her safe forever. There was no way his son could be a Death Eater and, in time, even Draco would see how right it was for his father to be with Glory.
Lucius stretched, then leaned his head against the window, staring down at the grounds below him. Everything looked so peaceful, so perfect. A light snow covered the grounds and crystals formed on his window as he breathed hot air across the cool surface. He had never dreamed he would be welcome back at Hogwarts and yet here he was, enjoying the magical view of the grounds.
A soft knock at the door startled him and he turned quickly, then reached for his pants and pulled them on as he went to the door.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Dad, I need to speak with you," Draco's voice said from the other side of the door.
Lucius opened the door and frowned down at his son. "It's one thirty in the morning, what are you doing-"
"Imperio."
Lucius was cut off as his vision swam and he found he no longer has control over his body. Every inch of him screamed to slam the door and cover Glory with his body, protecting her life with his own, but he could do nothing but stand in the doorway and wait for orders.
"Go to her," a voice inside his head insisted. He tried to resist, but found his legs moving across the room. "Wake her," the voice said.
Lucius leaned over the bed and roughed grabbed Glory's arm.
* * * *
Glory woke with a start when a hand clamped onto her arm, pulling her from the bed. Her eyes opened to see Lucius standing over her, a vacant look in his pale eyes. His finger tightened, pulling her close to him and she wondered, for just a second, if he was playing with her.
"Get dressed," he said, pushing her toward her closet.
The voice he spoke with wasn't his own, it was cold and hard, different from anything she'd ever heard come out of it. Different even from the times he'd coldly raped her.
"Lucius, I don't understand," she said.
"Get dressed," he repeated, yanking jeans and a sweater from her closet. "Put these on now, then put on your robes. Leave your wand, you won't be needing it."
Glory frowned as she pulled the sweater over her head. "My wand? Lucius, what's going on? You know I need my wand."
A chilling smile crossed his lips then, causing Glory to take a step away from him. His fingers flexed, then reached for her.
"You won't be needing your wand ever again," he said. "Not where I'm taking you." His hands closed down on her arm again and he dragged her from the room, yanking her into the hall and shoving her against one of the people that stood there.
"Imperio," a lazy female voice drawled and Glory found her body under the control of Tina.
Daphne smiled and waved at her, gesturing to Draco by her side. His wand was hidden deep within the folds of his robes, but it was still pointed at his father. He knew not to let her see that Lucius was under a spell, she had to believe that he had betrayed her.
As Glory watched, Lucius went to Daphne's other side, then bent his head to kiss her deeply. She wanted to scream, she wanted to fly across the hall and attack Daphne with all the power that rested inside her body, but she could do nothing was watch. Lucius's thin fingers trailed down the front of Daphne's robes, then slipped inside and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to him.
"Enough of that," Tina snapped, then glanced at Glory. "Hi there, Glorificus. I'm Tina. Walk."
So she did. She walked down the hall, unable to see anything but Lucius and Daphne in front of her, their hands entwined and their heads close together as they talked softly. She hated him in that moment, hated him more than she had ever hated him before. All the times he'd hurt her felt like nothing compared to his betrayal. He had asked her to marry him, he had made her believe that he loved her and now . . . now he was leading her to death.
She wanted to sob, but her throat refused to cooperate though she pushed against the curse as hard as she could. A name rose, unbidden in her vocal chords, but she didn't fight it. She let the sound rise, closer to her tongue and her lips, closer to being spoken aloud.
"Remus," she sobbed loudly, staggering before Tina snapped her wand and pushed Glory ahead. It hadn't been much, but at the moment that noise was the only hope she had. If someone had heard she might be saved. If Lupin or Snape had heard, she would at least have a fighting chance.
* * * *