He hated her. More than her he hated her name. He loathed it..and her. The one name that surpassed all over wizarding names, including his own. He looked down at her unconscious form. Her brown skin contrasted vividly with his pale alabaster pigment. Her dark hair that was usually so shiny and smooth was now tangled in knots and arranged wildly about her face. Even in such a state of disarray, she was beautiful. If it only he could tame her tongue.

The chains around her ankles were cutting into the tender skin, leaving it raw and bleeding. He grimaced in disgust. How could his father do such things? Even as an accomplished deatheater on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, Draco Malfoy couldn't even think of harming a woman in any way..even if he did hate her.. It just wasn't him. All women are princesses and should be treated like so. His mother used to tell him when he was a little boy and would come home, clothes torn and muddy from another run in with the very girl lying at his feet. All women are princesses and should be treated like so.

He knew that the Ministry would be at the manor any moment to search it for any signs of the fallen auror but they wouldn't find her. Draco laughed to himself. Who would have thought? Poor Arthur Weasley head of the Ministry? This was too much. The Dream Team always managed to ruin his plans. It was their entire fault. He hated them more than he hated her. And he hated her more than words could describe. Alessandra.

Draco heard the sound of footsteps above his head. Sighing he apparated to his room so that he could fix his hair before traveling back to Hogwarts....
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