Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything except the following characters: Dana (chapter 1), Madame Zeyon (chapter 1), Nicolette (Nikki) Bartucci, The Chauffer, Neumann (I'm changing his name from James to Neumann), Misses Dianna Thompson, Misses Kimerly Riddolffi, Fritzi (the character and her personality and such is mine, the species belongs to my beloved J.K. Rowling), Daniel Thompson and Lucas Ridolffi. I'm pretty sure that's it for now... XD
Thanks to those who reviewed chapter one:
wolftower: Maybe she will, maybe she won't. You'll find out soon enough.
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It wasn't twenty minutes later when Narcissa strolled in with Fritzi at her feet and two other ladies behind her. Nikki was just hanging up her clothes and her room wasn't exactly neat. She was actually quite bad with organization. 'I wonder how messy my future house will be,' she thought with a small chuckle.
"Clean this room up, Fritzi," Narcissa snapped at the poor creature. Nikki furrowed her brows, thinking Narcissa had been quite nice up until this moment. She saw that the other two women had long materials in the hands of many colors, some sparkling and some of crushed velvet. All beautiful. Narcissa held a few pairs of slippers, and Nikki had thought that it was just going to be dinner! Not a ball. 'Wait.' She told herself, 'it's a fancy dinner. That's all. Why would there be a ball?'
Pulling herself from her thoughts she smiled and gave a small wave to the women. "Umm, Fritzi, you don't have to do that." She looked at Narcissa, a glint in her eye. "The owner of the orphanage I came from said that it would be better if I could clean on my own, that it taught discipline. I don't want Fritzi to have to do my bidding."
The small creature looked with her large toffee eyes at Nikki's kind voice. "Oh, no, miss. 'Tis my job to do such! Sir will surely throw Fritzi out if she doesn't clean and do as told." She then scurried to finish hanging Nikki's clothes. Nikki gave the creauture a deflated look and then turned back to the tall women. Thier heads were held high and thier shoulders were pulled back, they held themselves likes Queens, with dignity and poise. Nikki wished she had the same elegance. She didn't however, want to have the same face, as if there was something sour or dead being held under their noses.
"Nicolette Bartucci, I would like you to meet Misses Dianna Thompson and Misses Kimberly Ridolffi." Each of the women bowed thier heads slightly as thier names were called. 'They seem so...fierce...like they're made of platinum or metal or something.'
"How do you do," Nikki curtsied. "If you please, you may call me Nikki." Misses Thompson's nostrils flared. This was getting to be embarrassing. She wished something would interupt!
"Excuse me," she heard a cold, male voice from the hallway. The women instantly parted and bowed to the man. He was very tall with brownish-red eyes and a snake-like face. It even looked like he slithered like a snake. Not the intteruption that Nikki wanted. She swallowed and felt an instinct to lower her head.
"H-hello, sir." She noticed Fritzi had leaped into the back of the closet and closed the door in fear. Nikki felt like doing the same, or perhaps hiding under her mountain of pillows. She curtsied to the man and took a step back.
He took her hand in his and caressed it with his lips. "How do you do. I believe Lucius and Draco have spoken of me? I am Tom Riddle, as they may have said."
"Draco said you preffered Voldemort." Nikki said, feeling more confident of herself. After all, what did he do for her to be afraid of him? Nothing. She was an outgoing girl! Why shouldn't she talk to him? She spoke her mind to everyone else; but there was something about him...
Voldemort chuckled, "Yes. That, and the Dark Lord. You may call me what you wish." 'Voldemort is good enough for me.'
"If you please, Lord Voldemort, I have to get ready to attend supper."
"Such a strong-willed child," he smiled. "Yes, but it's more like a ball. I'll see you there, then." 'A ball? How the fuck did I know it was going to be a ball? And does that ugly old asswipe want to marry me? Yukk!' He left then, and shut the door behind him.
"Well, Nikki, you handled that well," Narissa said, sounding sarcastic.
"Yes, I thought so too." They all laughed. The two women layed out the materials all on the large bed just as Fritzi eased out of the closet.
"Now, we need to make you a pair of nice dress robes, or a gown or something." Narissa led Nikki over to the materials. "So, we're going to elimminate everything you don't like. Then we'll design the dress magically and we'll pick out one of these slippers to match, Fritzi will do you hair and make-up, and we'll be ready for the ball.
After taking away a lot of material, Nikki had decided on a light blue gauze and a darker blue reyon material. Since neither would be good for the skirt, there was another blue material she picked out, it was podde suae (me: some kind of french material, im not sure if it's spelt right or not) It was beutiful, she decided. The women, and she had not intended on this, had her undress down to her lacy black bra and her lacy black g-sring. 'How embarrassing!' Though the final set of robes was really quite amazing. The reyon was made into a top that had a pretty low v-neck, exposing cleavage, and the bottom Ved into a flowing, but not wedding gown flowing, podde suae skirt. Then the gauze was formed into a loose throw over robe that fell to the floor in a sort of train and had long, graceful sleeves that made her feel like a blue swan. All in all, she liked it very much. Then they gave her the dark blue slippers with the little diamond studs at the front set in an elegant design. She loved it! (me: i got this idea from this place: http/ - it's the third to last dress, and it's got a picture of a fairy wearing it.)
She then sat down in her vanity chair for Fritzi to do her hair and make-up. She liked the make-up. She had a little bit of dark blue, sparkling eye-liner, a light blue shadow and a little bit of black mascara. The other thing as a light pink blush and some clear gloss. Then the hair was very nice looking. Fritzi made three braids and then twirled them together to form one long twist. From there she twirled it into a bun, and then she pulled out random strands of hair and let them fall out of the bun, to the side of her head or in her face. All in all, standing in front of the mirror, she decided she looked nicer than she had at her dance recidal.
"Beautiful," cried Narcissa, dabbing at her eyes.
"Exceptional," agreed Misses Thompson.
"Eh, she needs jewels," reasoned Misses Ridolffi. The women nodded in agreement.
"What did you have in mind?" Narcissa asked, putting a thoughtful finger on her chin.
Misses Ridolffi waved arund her wand a little and a small metal box with eccentric designs in it appeare din her hand. She pulled out a diamond and sapphire necklace, bracelet and a pair of earings.
"Erm..." Nikki cleared her throat at seeing the earings. "I don't have pierced ears."
"We can change that." Misses Thompson, well, Dianna, pulled out her wand and got the earings from Kimberly (Misses Ridolffi). She put her wand up to Nikki's ear lobe and Nikki felt a quick pinch. She did the same on the other ear, and when Nikki looked in the mirror, the earings were there, dangling beautifully. Her mouth fell open. Soon the women had the necklace and the bracelet on her, and Nikki was ready to go to the ball.
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Narcissa, Dianna and Kimberly led Nikki to the stairs. They told her to wait for them to announce her before she came down. With the wave of thier wands, they were perfectly ready for the grand ball. The women left her at the head of the stairs, concealed by a wall. A portrait of two women on the wall began to talk to her.
"Hello, there, lovey. What are you here for?" The brunette said.
"I don't really know. It has something to do with me choosing a husband. That's all I know, though."
The blond spoke up, "Oh, so you're the new girly that Oldie Voldie (me: nickname compliments of wolftower) adopted! Well, I sure hope you don't pick him. That man's a brute, he is!"
"He was a nice boy at one time," the brunette reasoned.
"Was not! The boy was always crewl!"
"Now, that's unjust, that is!"
"It's the truth of the matter and that's that." Nikki turned away from the painting and payed attention to what Narcissa was saying.
She said, "Now we all know we're here for a reason. To invite a new line of blood into our line. Pure-blood, of course. We are here today so that she may choose a future husband. Even though she has tonight alone to decide, she'll have a long time to get used to him. The handsome bachelors are my son, Draco Malfoy, our Dark Lord, Thomas Marvolo Riddle, a handsome young man, Blaize Zambini, quite the gentleman, Daniel Thompson and quite the charmer, Lucas Ridolffi." There was a loud clapping from below; Nikki felt butterflies in her stomach. "One of these lucky suitors will be the future husband of the blushing beauty, Nicolette Bartucci!"
There was once more much clapping, and Nicolette took that as her cue to descend the stairs. The clapping grew loudly as she came into view. She loved being the star, always being watched. She held herself with poise, head high and shoulders back, and made sure her hips swayed just the right amount. Her blue eyes sparkled magnificantly and her smile was proud. She quickly found Voldemort and Draco, and guessed that the three other boys were Blaize, Daniel and Lucas. She smiled once more at them.
'She is mine,' she heard one voice.
'God I can't wait. She'll definately choose me.' She doubted that.
'It will be my bed she'll be in tomorrow.'
That is a nice piece of ass.' Her brows furrowed at these last two coments.
'Wow. How beautiful.' Her smile returned. That would be the one.
There was just one problem. She didn't know who said what - they didn't say anything! By now, Nikki decided anything was possible, so she was probably telepathic. Awesome! She stood at the end of the stairs, unsure of what to do. The five men came over to her and each took a turn to bow and caress her hand with thier lips. She nodded her head to each.
"And now Nicolette will share a dance with each man. Those who wish may join the couples on the dance floor," Narcissa announced. A band began to play a soft, romantic tune, and soon a soothing voice joined in the beat. The first man, Voldemort, to her disgust, took her hand and in a forceful, calm motion, pulled her onto the dance floor. His hand held left hand held her right as she lay her left on his shoulder. His right arm reached around to her lower back, too low, in her opinion, and they began to sway to the music.
"So, Nicolette, we meet again. I must say, you look ravishing."
"Thank-you." Nikki kept her eyes downcast, hoping the song was a short one.
"What do you think, do I have much competition?" Nikki gave a nervous laugh thinking, 'would I really marry an old geezer like you?' His look turned cold. "You had better."
Nikki looked up at him with terror. "What?"
"If not, then I'll have you one way or another."
"You can''t force me to marry you!" She said, perhaps a bit too loud. Various people looked over at them for a moment. Daniel too looked over. He tapped Voldemort on the shoulder.
"My turn." Nikki gave him a relieved look.
"Thank-you," she said sincerely. Once more she swayed around the floor. It seemed that all Daniel needed to do for them to get to know one another was gaze into her eyes. It was maybe a few minutes until Lucas came to dance. Nikki saw Draco, not looking too bothered, just annoyed because he wanted to dance. Or perhaps it was because an ugly, pug-faced girl was hanging on his arm, seeming to be whining and flirting. Blaize, however, had an angry glint in his eyes, as if just the other men touching Nikki made himsick. She smiled thinking, 'It must be him who thought that Iwas beutiful.'
Soon Draco had me in his arms. He was quite handsome.That baby-like blond hair and those crystal eyes! His smooth, soft face. So angelic. Then there was his smirk; it was almost as if Draco was born with that intriging smirk.
"So, have you decided yet?" He asked, looking somewhat hopeful.
"No, not quite. I haven't met Blaize."
'I don't think you'll need to,' he thought. He then said, "Are you sure you don't feel anything for one of us?" Draco's hand traveled downward, and his fingers grazed across her rump. She gave him a stern look and moved his hnd up. Not even the old man had dared touch her bum.
"Well, apparantly, you're feeling something in my backside," she snapped, and pulled from his grip. She spun around and began to walk away, but was caugt in the soft grip of Blaize Zambini.
He smiled, "You weren't going to leave without giving me the pleasure of a dance, now were you?" Looking up into his lovely hazel eyes, Nikki felt a weakening in her knees. She smiled and placed her hand in his and her other on his shoulder. He held her hand softly and his other was not too high nor too low. This was nice. A new song had begun. Perfect, giving them time to talk.
"So," Nikki drawled, wishing she could run her fingers through his light brown hair, "you're the 'handsome young man, Blaize Zambini', eh?"
He crooned, "So you're the blushing beauty Nicolette Bartucci?" She nodded and felt him pull her in just a bit closer. She didn't protest. If only they could stay there, for the rest of eternity. Her descision wasn't a hard one.
"That I am. So, what do you have to offer me if I choose to marry you?"
She was joking of course, but she saw his race ge serious. "A lifetime of happiness and everlasting love. A home, never poverty and a husband to support his wife and children." The song ended quickly. Nikki was in awe at this amazing suitor. He bowed and caressed her hand with his lips. "Until we dance again, Nicolette." She wanted to advise him to call her Nikki, but she could only nod. Since he bowed she bent her knees into a low and graceful cursty, causing her gown to spread and make her look even more elegant.
The clinking of a glass gathered everyone's attention to Narcissa once again. "Nicolette Victoria Reynold Bartucci, please come to the front of the hall." Nikki joined her and looked at the eager crowds' faces. "Would the bachelors join me as well?" They came forward, looking nervous. "Nicolette, you have decided, I asume?" Nikki nodded blankly. Had she? There were three gentlmen that she would completely consider. "Well? Your descision please?"
Nikki's voice was high and nevous, "I-I choose...umm..." Her eyes widened as she felt a sharp pain in her back. She was screaming, but everyone was still smiling with anticipation! It was as if...they couldn't hear her! Could they? No. She was speaking. But it wasn't her! Someone was making her speak! But who? Her eyes, which were free gazed around the room. Lucius. He was cursing her, making her speak. "I choose Draco. Draco Malfoy." Her voice were blank and her eyes were dialated. Didn't anyone see the anguish? The pain? Her eyes showed the truth! Instead the hall burst into applause. She felt herself smile. Draco walked over to her and dipped her deeply, planting a forceful kiss on her lips, and his slithering tongue found its way in her mouth. She was gagging in disgust! How could they be so blind? Then the curse was lifted - she had control of her mind and body. She ran up to Blaize and pulled him to Narcissa.
"No! Please, Narcissa!I was being cursed! I couldn't make myself speak, someone was forcing me to say those words! It's Blaize I choose! Blaize! Not Draco!" Narcissa gave her a pittying look, as did Blaize.
She frowned and layed a soft hand on her cheek. "Well, darling, once you choose, there's no going back. You're the next Misses Malfoy..." Nikki felt her head spinning, her knees grew weak. She fell into Blaize's arms, and the last thing she saw was the leering face of Lucius Malfoy.
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I hope you liked this chapter! I'm actually writing blindly, and I don't know what's going to happen next. I hope Nikki can marry the love of her life, and not the pervert! Don't you? But is Blaize all he's cracked up to be, or did he think and act the way he did just o get her in bed? Hmmm...only time will tell! R&R, PLEASE!