A houself was waiting at the bottom of the stairs to greet Calla. She was feeling extremely pleased with herself, having lured Draco in already...This was going to be much easier than she thought. As the house elf chattered away at her side, Calla was overwhelmed by the beauty of the house. Statues, paintings, exquisite carpets and furnishings...It was incredible. The dining room was in the centre of the house, with a huge mahogany table in the centre, with chairs backed with red velvet. Food was already arriving at the table, and Calla started to feel a little more nervous than she had anticipated. Floating red and black candles lit the room, making the most of its decadence. Draco followed closely behind her. He was the easy one...Lucius was the one that frightened her. His power and ruthlessness was well known throughout the wizarding world. Of course, nobody would help England in its fight against Voldemort... Until he got to them too. Calla smirked to herself as she thought of how shocked Dumbledore would be when he realised that Voldemort will win...How she desperately wanted to be there to see that.

Lucius Apparated into the room. "Good evening, Calla." He smiled at her, and gestured for her to sit on the left of him.

"Good evening, Mr Malfoy," replied Calla, returning the smile and sitting down.

"Draco..." said Lucius, as Draco sat down opposite Calla. "May I say, you look beautiful tonight," he said, turning to Calla.

"Thankyou, Mr Malfoy" said Calla, the smile on her face making her jaw ache. "You have exquisite taste in furnishings, your house really is amazing."

"Oh you haven't seen the half of it yet, please, feel free..." Lucius gestured to the banquet laid before them. He was pleased with the girl so far. Narcissa was determined make Draco marry her, but Lucius...He had other plans. Calla had great potential... But so did every pure-blood. It just depended on what path they chose... And he knew her mother was keen for her to join their army...

Draco could not stop staring at Calla. He wanted this dinner to end so he could take her upstairs and finish off the job. She was so busy flicking her hair and flirting with his father, it made him feel ill. Girls were usually so nervous around him, stuttering and blushing, frightened of him...But not her.

Calla was on her third glass of wine already, her face was starting to get a little flushed. It was going straight to her head. "This is strong stuff, Mr Malfoy."

"Please, call me Lucius...", grinning, he topped up Callas glass.

"I hope you don't think I'm being rude, Lucius, but I really need...To get to bed." Calla stood up, steadying herself on the heavy table. Her eyes were feeling heavy and she was drunk.

"Certainly...Narcissa will be joining us for breakfast in the morning. Draco, see that our young guest gets to bed alright. Goodnight, to both of you." Lucius stood up swiftly and winked at his son, before sweeping out of the room.

Calla put her hand on her head as she walked away from the table.

"You are making a fool of yourself, Calla Karkaroff," hissed Draco, as he grabbed her arm to steady her.

"Oh get off me Draco," Calla said, pushing his hand off her.

"I'm glad to see you and father get along so well. He doesn't let just anyone call him Lucius, you know."

"Well he and my mother go way back, Draco," Calla continued to tell him as she walked unsteadily up the stairs. "So I'm not suprised that he welcomed me with open arms."

Two house-elves were waiting at the doors to Draco's wing. They pushed them open as Calla and Draco walked through. As soon as they closed them, Draco had Calla in a passionate embrace.

"Are you quite done?" asked Calla, pushing him away. "You're mauling my face." She continued to walk down the hallway to her room.

Draco pushed her against the wall, hands on the top of her arms. "You know you want me, Calla, no girl can resist me."

Raising an eyebrow, Calla whispered to him. "The simpering girls at your school might fall for the 'Draco Malfoy' act, but I certainly do not. Now let go of me."

Narrowing his eyes, Draco asked "Then what was all that about earlier?"

Calla laughed. "Fun, Draco. Just a little bit of harmless flirting between two people. Did you seriously think I would sleep with you?", she laughed. "You are more pathetic than I imagined!"

As Draco tightened his grip on Calla's arm, she stopped laughing. "Ouch. Get off me," she struggled to break free.

Draco let go, and smiled. "Goodnight, sweet girl."