A/N: Yummy! I'd like to dedicate this chapter to anyone who reviewed this fic. You rawk, to put it simply. Also, just a sidenote on Rita Skeeter. She's interviewing Enti. Enti is tellin all this to Rita for an article in the Daily Prophet. Hope that clears the air a bit.


"Shite, it's cold," said Draco as we walked towards Hogsmede. We had enchanted our trunks and they were floating ahead of us. After Zambini had left, Draco and I went through each others trunk. I liked his clothes and he "approved" of all mine, as if he could tell me what to wear. Anyways, breakfast was a somber affair, for me at least. While the other students were laughing and gossiping and discussing their holiday plans over bacon and sausages, I was picking at the marshmallows in my Lucky Charms, contemplating all that Zambini had said. I was usually so confident in my decisions. I should have brushed off what Blaise had said, but I couldn't. The look in his eyes, that scared worried look, and how he spoke to me just stayed in my mind.

"Draco?" I asked as we walked along the snow covered road.

"Yes," he answered.

"Draco, I...I don't really know how to phrase this question. I don't even know if it's a question at all actually...I'm just confused about Voldemort's wrath, like what he'll do to you if you upset him and what you can do to upset him."

"That's easy enough. Fail him in any way and you'll anger him. He'll do various things if he's mad. It depends on how badly you fail him, how important you are to him, how important your mission was...Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing, just makin sure I want this."

"What is it? I've been telling you of the Dark Lord's greatness and how you'd benefit from joining him for months. You were sure before. Why second thoughts now? Is that why Zambini was in your room? That twit was trying to turn you off wasn't he?"

"Jesus, Draco. Get off it, would ya?"

"Tell me then. Why was he there?"

At this point, Draco had stopped walking and was currently pointing his finger at me, his other hand was still using his wand to levitate his trunk.

"Don't point that finger at me. Stop bein such a useless prat, you'll make us late," I said while turning way from him and continuing to walk towards our destination. Draco grabbed my arm and hissed at me, "Tell me."

"Would you stop! Why the hell do you even care! Is Zambini so much of a threat to you! I don't get it. You get along fine with him. You order him around like you do everyone else. What is it that bothers you so much about him? I know it couldn't be the fact that he may like me, because I know you could never be jealous, cause you could never like me!"

"Would you stop it! You're talking nonsense. It's not even about whether or not he finds you attractive. It's about the fact that he may be trying to turn you off the Dark Lord and I can't have that after going through all this trouble to set it up so that you may be with my family and get initiated with me!"

"Fine! Fine! That's why Blaise was there, alright, to turn me off it. Some Death Eater attacked him because of his parents' failure and I had to friggin save his life. I don't want the people I care about suffering because of a failure that I may make. I'm beginnin to doubt how worth it this all is..., " I said less heatedly as every word came out.

"Two things: 1) if you don't fail the Dark Lord, you won't need to worry and 2) you don't have anyone to care about."

"...Bastard, I care about my friends. You, Zambini, Harry, Hermione (sometimes), Ron, even Crabbe and Goyle for goodness sakes. Yall have been there for me in the absence of everything else and I would kill anyone who dared to hurt you guys and probably be killed in the process. I don't want to have to die because I care about you guys."

Draco stared. He didn't look angry, maybe he was awed or surprised or impressed, I never thought to ask him later on...He did answer coolly though, "Jesus, Enticima, you're such...you're such a Gryffindor. It's sickening."

I rolled my eyes and began to walk towards Hogsmede. Draco did the same and we continued on in silence until he said one last thing on the subject of Voldemort, "Just don't make him angry and we'll all be fine. Don't worry too much, he'll probably like you anyway..."

We arrived at Hogsmede an hour early, so we spent our time in the 3 Broom Sticks doing what Slytherins do best, talking bad about our teachers and students in other houses. After about 45 minutes, we were interrupted during an animated debate about who was more pathetic; Neville Longbottom or the whole Weasley family, by a small floppy-eared thing.

"What is that," I asked

"Oh," answered Draco spitefully while rolling his eyes, "that's Pheobus, my personal house elf. I hope he's not here alone, the bumbling fool almost got me killed before..."

"House elf?" I asked curiously as I watched the long-nosed freak bound toward us.

His large lavender, dinner plate eyes roved over me, trying to sum me up in one long glance. His mouth was slightly opened and I could see his tongue dangling a little bit out of the corner of his mouth. Draco smacked him.

"The job of a house elf is to serve it's wizarding family," said Draco looking towards the elf but still talking to me, "not stare at guests. Now would you show us to the carriage you dirty, little rat, before I'm forced to tell father."

Pheobus the house elf quickly turned towards the door and said in a voice little higher than a whisper, "F-follow me m-master Draco."

Pheobus snapped his fingers and our trunks flew out the door. We followed. I remember the first word that came to mind when I saw the Malfoy family's carriage. "Wow." Huge and white with the Malfoy family coat of arms on the doors and guided by 15 ft tall white winged stallions with braided manes and the coat of arms naturally a part of the fur on their sides.

"I know," said Draco coolly as he looked at the expression on my face and pulled me into the carriage.

Pheobus hopped inside after us, closed the doors, whistled for the horses to take flight, and then settled himself on the floor in the corner of the carriage. I wondered vaguely if he actually liked being balled up in like that.

"Why does he just toss himself on the floor like that?" I asked Draco.

"Because he's filth and he knows that filth doesn't belong in the same place as civilized wizards, let alone on the same seats," came Draco's answer in a voice that implied that that was something I should know.

I would have asked why he acted that way towards Pheobus, but I figured that was just how you were supposed to act toward house elves, either that or it was just Draco being an ass again. I would have contemplated that longer, but the ride just seemed to take forever and the smooth peacefulness of it made me fall asleep.

I awoke to the feeling of having my feet pulled, "What the...?"

I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. Draco had fallen asleep as well, with his arm around me. I tossed his arm off me and sat up drowsily. There was a little head moving up and down at my feet.

"So sorry miss," said Pheobus as he turned his face towards me and let go of my foot, "Pheobus was just wanting to shine your shoes."

"Um thanx, Pheobus, I appreciate it, but you didn't have to."

"Your welcomes, m-miss," said Pheobus with a shocked expression.

"I'm Enticima, by the way."

"Your welcomes, Miss Enticima."

I remember being amused by Pheobus' reaction. I was guessing that he wasn't used to being thanked or treated nicely. I figured that I'd have to tell Draco about it so we could mess with Pheobus more, but my thoughts were interrupted as we touched down in front of Malfoy Manor. Pheobus woke Draco, then left. Draco wiped his eyes and left the carriage after me. "Jesus," was my initial thought as I beheld the mansion. It only had 50 guest bedrooms, 25 guest bathrooms, 4 bedrooms exclusively for the main family (Me: "Why four?" Draco: "A room for my parents, a room for me, and then one for my grand-mum and one for my aunt when they visit."), 3 bathrooms for them (the family), a kitchen, a library, a drawing room, an owlrey, a greenhouse, several balconies ( I didn't have the time or the patience to count them.), a living room, and a dining room that could rival any banquet hall. There was also an Olympic-sized swimming pool, a tennis court ("Tennis was a wizarding sport first," said Draco when I inquired whether or not he played.), acres of land, a forest to the right of the mansion, and dungeons in the basement of the house.

"Yes, I live the good life," said Draco as he tossed himself down on the black velvet couch in the living room.

I pulled a chair up to the fier and poked boredly at the embers as I spoke to him in reply, "It's okay, I guess, but you're missing one of the most essential household items.I mean even muggles have ones."

"What? What could I possibly be missing?"

"A TV/VCR."

I actually didn't expect him to know what a TV/VCR was, but he shot me a look and was about to retort whena different floppy-eared house elf entered the room.

"Lunch is being served in the dining room, Master Draco and young Miss," said the house elf.

This elf had yellowish eyes and had an older, yet cleaner appearance than Pheobus, but Draco still talked to him as if he were lower than dirt. After he had scolded the elf and told him to tell the others to call me Miss Enticima, the elf bowed low and disappeared with a snap of his fingers. Draco rolled his eyes and left the room. I followed. As we walked through the halls, I began memorizing our path, looking at the walls and their paintings and asking where different branching roots of the hallway lead. Before we entered the dining room, Draco stopped me outside the door.

"Look at me," he said while turning me toward him. He looked at me critically. I could read him easily, as he wasn't trying to mask any of his emotions while he was home. He looked anxious as he stood there and analyzed me while biting his lip absentmindedly. I was wearing a short-sleeve green turtleneck sweater with a black skirt, black stockings, and black heels. I had my hair up in a bun and diamond teardrop earrings. I wore no make-up. The only other accessory I had was a dull silver wedding band around my right thumb. Draco himself was wearing a blue button up dress shirt with black dress pants. His hair was slicked back perfectly and he had clear nail polish on his recently filed nails. Finally, he smoothed out my eyebrows and fixed the neck of my sweater and I pulled out his shirt a little because it looked as if he couldn't breathe.

"Alright, you're ready," said Draco, "Just be yourself, but say the right things and don't make them mad. I mean, just don't give them a reason to hate you."

Outwardly, he was feigning calmness, so I guessed that he was trying to mirror calmness within himself. We walked into the room. There were two people sitting at the table, a man reading the Daily Prophet and a woman reading what appeared to be a romance novel. The woman wore dark blue robes with matching blue nail polish on her nails and diamond earrings. She had long white blonde hair that was made into a long tight braid. She sipped occasionally from a glass as did the man reading the paper. The man was wearing black robes with silver embroidery. He as well had long white blonde hair, but his was neatly falling on his shoulders. He was handsome, regal, and stern just as the woman was beautiful, regal, and strict. They seemed to radiate power and discipline. They seemed perfect for each other. They were Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and I was in complete awe of them the entire time I was there.

"Ehm," said Draco to get there attention.

"Oh, you're here," said Lucius as he put down his paper walked toward Draco and I.

"Draco, you've arrived and you brought your little friend like we talked about," said Narcissa as she put down her book and came up to Draco.

She hugged him then, in what I'm sure was supposed to be a warm embrace, but was really a lifeless attempt at physical contact with another human being. Draco welcomed it with an actual smile.

"I'm pleased to meet you," said Narcissa while shaking my hand and smiling her beautiful, cold smile.

I was highly aware that I hadn't been introduced to her and that my name hadn't been spoken at all. But, at that moment I figured it wouldn't look good to mention it out of the blue. Besides, they had to know my name already, right? Yeah, they could of forgotten, but...Fine! I'll move along with the story.

"So, Draco, how was your trip over," asked Lucius with a slight smirk, as if he didn't really care to know how the trip was.

"It was okay, father. Pheobus came on time, but acted like a buffoon, as usual," answered Draco seriously, "you should have seen how he treated us."

"Well, I've been having to discipline that one a lot lately. Don't worry about him, he will be taken care of. Come, let's sit and eat."

Lucius sat down without a word to me. I tried not to make a face as I sat down. Narcissa flashed her cold, unfeeling smile at me and I flashed my cold, unfeeling smile back at her. I turned away and found Lucius watching me intently. Before I could think of something to say, Lucius snapped his fingers and lunch appeared on our plates (garden salads with pieces of grilled chicken and Italian dressing) and drinks in our glasses (sparkling grape juice for me and Draco and red wine for the Malfoys). After that, lunch consisted of what I'll refer to as "small talk" between Draco and his father, who I always felt was watching me but was never lookingat me when I glanced over at him. Narcissa talked to me occasionally, asking me questions (Narcissa: "How do you like the food?" Me: "Oh, it's fine, thank you."...Narcissa: "How do you like Hogwarts?" Me: "It's good most of the time, but they don't teach everything I'd like to learn, and Dumbledore can be such a clueless, pain sometimes."...).

At the end of lunch, Lucius addressed both myself and Draco, "So, we'll be seeing both of you at dinner I expect?"

"Yes, father," said Draco

I only nodded. With that, Lucius disapparated out of sight and me and Draco turned to leave. We were halfway to the living room when Pheobus grabbed my hand.

"Yes," I asked while trying to shake him off my arm.

"Madame Malfoy would like to ask you your presence in the library," said Pheobus quietly, his eyes looking like giant lavender softballs.

"Tell her that we'll be there momentarily," said Draco in annoyance.

"Ph-Pheobus is begging of your pardons sir, but Madame is not wanting to see you," answered Pheobus, purposely putting emphasis on the word "you."

"Excuse me. What did you say to me you fowl-"

"Pheobus only was saying that Madame would only like to see the young miss," said Pheobus while cutting Draco off.

Pheobus disapparated before Draco could react.

"Why are you so angry?" I asked with a slight laugh as Draco smoothed out his hair.

"I'm not angry. I just know my place. Anyway, would you like me to go with you?"

"No, I'm okay. Just tell me where the library is and how to get to it."

Draco gave me the directions and I went on my way. Portraits of past Malfoys adorned the walls and watched me with unblinking stares as I passed. I arrived in the library to find Narcissa writing at a desk in the corner of the room by a midnight blue curtained window. Three of the library walls were lined with books and a painting of Zeus, Ares, and Poseidon locked in a heated battle decorated the ceiling. There were also two recliners positioned in front of a fire place that took up the forth wall on the left of the entrance to the room. Narcissa looked up and bade me sit in a chair that materialized in front of the desk out of no where.

"So, Enticima. It is Enticima, isn't it?" asked Narcissa seriously.

"Yes," I answered.

"You have no other name?"

"Well, my middle name is Artemis, but no one ever calls me that."

"Perfect. You look like an Artemis anyway. You appear to me as a goddess. As a Death Eater you'll either be called by your middle name or your last name. I am called Juno. I'm not really a Death Eater, but because of my husband, I have a Death Eater name. If we decide to sponsor you at the ceremony and you are received by...Voldemort...good, you don't flinch at the sound of his name. As I was saying, if you are received by him, your DE name will be either Artemis or Haldara. Now, your whole time here will be like a little test. We'll ask you to do random bits of magic here and there, we'll ask you questions, and there will be constant vigilance. With the constant vigilance, you must act as you usually do because actually, you're not supposed to know all this. I decided that I'd clue you in. I've heard good things about you and it would be a pity if you were deemed unworthy before I got to know you."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"I'm sure. Ehm. You may leave now, but before you go...," Narcissa interrupted herself to stand up and face me eye to eye. She had steely gray eyes that mirrored Draco's and a pointed nose with high cheek bones. She still looked stern and disciplined, but her coldness toward me had lessened. She spoke, "I know that I shall like you, so from now on, refer to me as Mistress Narcissa instead of Madame Malfoy or Mrs. Malfoy. That's too formal and impersonal."

Narcissa laughed bitterly for a reason I did not know. She nodded at me, so I assumed that meant I could leave. I felt her eyes on me as I left through the door. I didn't have much time to think over her behavior because as soon as I turned the corner to return to the living room, I came face to face with...well, actually it was more like face to chest with an angry Lucius Malfoy.