A/N: Okay, still not the amount of reviews I'm used to, but original characters do tend to scare people off. To the last vampire, thank you! I'm glad that he's living up to the image you had of him. I really love writing this story!

Discalimer- I don't own Harry Potter. Whoop-tee-doo. That was really an important thing to say.

Draco sat surrounded by scrolls in his father's study. His head swam with new information. He had to find Olivia.

Lucius walked out of Olivia's room, to see Draco raising his hand to knock. A malicious smirk spread across Lucius's face. "Couldn't wait for another go," he sneered.

Draco wrinkled his nose with disdain and said, "No, but you obviously couldn't. I'm only going to talk to her."

Lucius snorted and said sarcastically, "Yeah, because the two of you are such good friends!"

He pushed past Draco rudely and swept down the hall. Draco muttered hateful words after him, and opened the door. Olivia sat at her vanity, brushing her hair, as the mirror whispered compliments to her. She looked up as Draco approached her.

"What the hell do you want," she said spitefully.

He sat, and asked, "How did the test go?"

She stood and removed her dressing gown,, and walked to her wardrobe naked. The mirror was effusive in it's ardor. "Negative," she said, sighing.

Draco sighed also, and said, "Well, that may be a good thing."

She looked at him incredulously, "Why? You decide you enjoyed it?"

He said, "No. I just found a few things out. Your father plans to kill each of us after the little brat is born. Apparently, you aren't living up to his standards."

She stopped, one arm in a nightie, and said, "You're lying. How would you know that?"

He smirked and said, "I snuck down to father's office. I knew that it was odd that they insisted so much upon this. I don't give two shits what happens to you, but I rather enjoy life."

She dropped the gown and said, "I don't believe you!"

He smiled ruefully and said, "I thought you wouldn't, so I replicated this for you." He pulled a scroll from his robes.

She snatched it from his hand, opened it, and read it. The scroll fell to the floor, her face ashen. "That sorry fuck," she murmurred.

"I quite agree," Draco said, lazily, "But what are we going to do about it? I mean, he is rather strong."

She stooped to pick up the discarded gown, pulled it on, and began pacing. She knew what this was about. But how had her father found out her plans?

She said, "Well, obviously, we have to pretend to keep trying. We can't let on that we know his plans."

"Obviously," Draco agreed, sounding bored.

She stopped, turned to look at him, and took his measure. He might actually be able to help her. She sat across from him, and sighed. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret," she said, finally drawing his full attention.

"I've been tired of living in the shadows," she began, "I wanted a share of my father's power, as was my right. So, I've been having Lu... your father spread the word that there's a new leader around. One that is just as willing, if not more, to kill anyone who goes against her. People who are tired of my father's little Potter weakness, decided that I might be a better choice."

Draco was looking at her with what was possibly respect. She smiled slyly, and said, "I suppose my father's discovered this. He didn't want me to be known, because he was ashamed at having a girl, rather than a boy. Well, I'm going to show him what a girl can do!"

Draco saw a strange look come over her, a manic, determined anger. He was slightly impressed until this last bit of information. She only wanted her father's approval. Weak.

"So," she said, her mind returning to him, "I need to speed up my plans to take over. He's on to me. I need your help, though."

He leaned back, laced his fingers behind his head, and said, "Yeah? Why should I?"

Olivia laughed and said, "Because he's going to kill you, too! You know, the father of his hier, who could also try to claim power?"

Draco said, "Yeah. I could get around that. He knows I have no asperations. I don't want to be in power."

Again, she laughed, "You really don't know my father! He takes no chances. You'd be dead the second a child was born!"

Draco slowly smiled and said, "What's in for me if I help you?"

She sighed and said, "What is it you want, Malfoy?"

He grinned evilly and said, "You stop sleeping with Lucius."

"What," she said, angry, "He'd know that something is up!"

Draco laughed, "Come on, Olivia, I'm not stupid. You could lie your way out of anything. You just want to sleep with the old jackass." She scowled. "Gotcha," he thought, pleased with himself.

"Fine," she huffed. She was going to get him back for this. "Now, first of all, we need to get out the message to all my followers that the uprising is soon."

Draco said, "I can use my owl."

She said, "Okay. I'll get you the list. Tell them to wait for our signal. They know what to do."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?" She smiled.

Draco left for his room, swaying groggily. It was nearing four in the morning. They'd written every letter, and sent off as many as Artemis, his owl, could carry. He was exhausted.

Olivia crawled into bed, a yawn seizing her body. She lay her head on the pillow, her hair spreading across the cool material. She closed her eyes and drifted immediatly into a deep sleep.

She awoke to someone sliding into her bed. Lucius ran his hands up her smooth torso. She sighed, and pulled his hand up to her breast. Then the promise of the night before swam into her drowsy mind. She sat up quickly and pushed his hand off of her.

He pushed himself up and said, "What the hell is your problem? Decide you prefer my son?"

She rolled to the edge of the bed, and stood. She said, "Lucius, I just don't feel like it! I'm tired, and I've had to deal with your ass of a son all night!"

He sneered and said, standing, "Fine. As long as you're following orders. But I will be back after lunch, since we don't have to hide from Draco anymore. I expect my usual greeting." He sauntered out of the room.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Arrogant Malfoy men." She sighed and walked to take a bath before her morning lessons with Draco.

A/N: Okay, plot's up and running (at least I hope it is). I hope you've enjoyed it, and read my other fic, "Who Cares?" Try REVIEWING if you do or don't like it, so I know what to keep, and what to ditch!