A/N: Well, I finally got some feedback on this fic! Yay! To The last vampire, yes, I do write more than sex scenes. I'm trying to give everyone the feeling of what type of person Oivia is. She's a cold slut. As far as Draco, he's not a pansy-ass, he just really despises her, and I'm sorry, but I think that anyone would regret sleeping with someone they despise. He'll get meaner as the fic goes on. To PineappleCube, Love to you, and yes, she's very you! Why do you think I named her Olivia?

Disclaimer- I own Oivia (yes, PineappleCube, the evil queen owns you!) and that's about the extent of my ownership.

Draco dressed for dinner slowly, fuming at himself for sleeping with Olivia again. He had no control. It'd been so long since he'd had a good shag. She just overrode every hateful feeling he had for her. He looked in the mirror to see himself in his dress robes. He scowled and said, "How weak can you be?"

He left his room, and started down the marble staircase. As he passed Olivia's room, he heard voices. He paused, to listen. He froze as realized who was in the room. Lucius.

The voices floated through the door, "Lucius, darling, don't forget to wash up before you go back to your room. Narcissa might notice something."

Lucius's laugh resounded, "She never notices anything but what's in her mirror. Why do you think I came to you in the first place?"

"I thought it was because I was such a sexy little thing."

Draco turned and ran back to his room. The slut. He slammed his door and leaned against it. Why was he suprised? He knew what kind of person she was. But this was a blow to his ego. Something that no one did to a Malfoy, even the daughter of his Lord. He turned, and opened his door. He'd handle this.

He walked slowly down to the dining hall. He entered, and saw his mother sitting at the foot of the table, adjusting her robes to display her features better. He walked to her, and she looked up, pleased, "Draco, dear!"

He leaned down and kissed her powdery cheek. she smiled up at him and began to primp again, vacantly. He sat in his seat to the right of the head of the table. Olivia enter the room, smiling at him seductivly. A malicous smile spread across his face.

"Hello, Olivia, it's been a long time," he said silkily. She winked, smiling wider. She sat smoothly in her chair, artfully allowing her robes to expose her shaply legs. She looked up at him, a twinkle in her eye. She was surprised to see no lust in his eyes, only coldness.

He thought, "Yes, Olivia, lovely legs, and I bet my father loves to feel them wrapped around him." Aloud he said, "So, mother, how've you and father been?"

His mother looked up, distractedly from her primping, and said, "Oh, fine dear."

He glanced at Olivia pointedly and asked, "You and father been taking your usual holidays?"

She pouted, "No, he doesn't feel comfortable leaving Olivia here alone, now that the ministry's watching us. You know how hard it was for him to be in Azkaban. He doesn't want to go back."

Draco looked Olivia stonily in the eye and smirked, "So father's been ... taking care ... of you, Olivia?" Her eyes widened. She glanced at Narcissa, to see if she'd picked up on the innuendo. Draco had to surpress a laugh at the sight of Olivia's discomfort.

At that moment, Lucius strode into the room, and slid into his chair at the head of the table. He looked around at each person. Draco was smirking triumphantly, Olivia was looking uncomfortably angry, and Narcissa was adjusting her stockings, oblivious.

The house elves began bringing in the food on large silver platters, as Lucius looked at Olivia questioningly. She shot a pointed glance at Draco. He glanced over at his son, to see him looking at him over the rim of his wineglass with an inscrutable look on his face.

Dinner was an uncomfortable affair, at best. As they silently finished their bananas foster, Draco stood and said, "Well, I'm off to bed." Olivia stood quickly, wiping her mouth and said, "I think I'll go too."

Draco smiled and said, "Maybe you should wait for my father." Then he turned and strutted out of the room. Lucius glared at his back, then slowly rose to follow him. Olivia sat as Narcissa said absently, "Goodnight, dear."

Lucius stormed up to Draco's suite. He threw the doors open, and found Draco sitting in a plush armchair, waiting for him. He strode over to Draco, and ripped himfrom the chair by the front of his robes.

"What do you think you're doing, boy," he snarled. Draco laughed,. enraging Lucius, causing him to shake his son violently. Draco said, "Let go of me, old man. I know about you and that scag down there. I heard you in her room."

"Yes, I'd assumed as much," Lucius sneered. He pulled Draco's face closer to his, "But know this, boy. You breathe a word of this to anyone, ANYONE, and I'll avada kedavra you immediatly, I swear. And you WILL continue with Olivia."

Draco, disgusted and angry, said, "Sorry father, but I'm not into sloppy seconds. You can have the bitch."

Lucius shook Draco again and said, "You WILL!" Draco looked at him, bewildered, "Why are you so into this? Some wierd perversion?" He sneered at Lucius.

Lucius looked him in the eye steelily and said slowly, "You will do it, or suffer the displeasure of our Lord. He commands you to impregnate his daughter." He dropped Draco, wiped his hands, as if removing dirt from them, and walked out of the room.

"What the hell," Draco said aloud to his room.

A/N- Well, no sex. I hope I get some reviews. PLEASE!