Author's note: Okay the slash is changing to Draco/Blaise, because that seems more probable. Carry on then.

"You look...lovely." Lucius spoke the words as if they were poison. He wasn't sure what to say to the girl, but the silence was making him twitch. It was nearly midnight, which was when Lucius wanted to give the girl to Draco. She was just standing there, fiddling with her skirt, then her hair, then her thumbs...it all made him itch. "Sit down, girl." He motioned to the nearest chair and she shuffled over and sat in it, looking at him expectantly. "Um...if I can ask, well what am I doing here. Why me? I have nothing..." Lucius raised a hand to silence her, seeing that she was about to go off. "I said before, child, you are for my son." His answer didn't seem to please her as she squirmed in her chair, glancing around nervously. Finally the clock struck twelve, and Lucius rang the bell for the house elf once more.

Libi came scampering in once more, trying her best to please her master. "Will Libi be getting master Draco for his birthday present now?" Lucius nodded, watching as the house elf turned and sprinted away. Useless things they were, but soon enough Draco was at the door. "What do you want, father?" His bleach blond hair had grown a little bit longer, and he refused to trim it. A few locks fell over his eyes and around his ears. He was actually growing quite handsome, not as childish as he had once been. Nicole squirmed in her chair, looking at the floor. I guess that's Draco... And just as she had thought it was. Lucius walked over to greet his son, his steps echoing loudly in the silence. "Draco, my son. Enter." He ushered his son inside, who was reluctant as he laid eyes on the girl in the chair. His father extended an arm, motioning towards the girl. "Happy Birthday."

Draco had known it was coming, but he was stilled speechless. "But...but father what would I do with a muggle girl?" Lucius rolled his eyes as his son's naive question. "Whatever you want to do with her. She is yours." Draco looked over at her through gray eyes, and she looked back and began to fidget in her seat. Draco glanced back to his father, who was watching him expectantly. He was at a loss, so he walked over to the girl. "Come on then..." She stood, nervous and jittery. "Wh-where are we going?" She glanced around anxiously, then back to Draco. He took her by the arm and led her to the door, and she followed, trusting the boy more than she trusted Lucius. He nodded in approval as he watched them dissappear around the corner and up the stairs to Draco's room. Finally, Draco was doing something a Death Eater would do.

"Um...I'm Nicole." She mumbled as they approached a door, which was obviously there destination. He pushed the door, which appeared heavy, open and led her inside before responding to her introduction. "I am Draco Malfoy...erm. Draco." She was obviously a muggle, they way she inspected everything in his room with awe. He leaned against the wall for a minute, at a loss as to what he was supposed to do. He knew what his father wanted him to do, but he didn't want to do such a horrible thing to this innocent muggle girl. She was so, fascinated and lost in everything. He ran his fingers through his hair, and she saw this. It reminded her of a minute of her dad. "Am I ever going home?" Her voice was soft, but her question surprised Draco. He looked up at her, and for a moment she saw sadness in his eyes. "I don't know..." She sighed, turning her gaze to the floor. He sighed too, and watched her stand there in the middle of the room. "Well, you can, um, sit down if you want." He motioned to the bed. She looked at it for a moment, as though it would bite, before carefully walking over and sitting down. Draco followed her lead and sat down next to her.

"You know what my father wants me to do...with you?" He didn't look at her as he asked the question, but he could see her nod out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah I know..." She looked at the floor, like he was doing. "So...are you gonna do it?" She was relieved as she asked it, because she knew both of them were asking that same question in there minds. He looked at her this time as he answered. "I think I should go to Blaise, I bet he would know what to do." Nicole looked at him, confused. She didn't know who Blaise was. Obviously a friend of his. He glanced around, and she knew he had thought of something else. "I can't take you with me. My father would feel both of us using the floo powder. I can do it quietly but you would never be able to sneak past him..." Nicole's gaze shot up from the floor to Draco. "You're gonna leave me here al-!" Before she could finish Draco's hand flew up to her mouth. He shushed her with a glare. "Just stay put, no one will bother you. My father thinks we're doing the nasty." He removed his hand from her mouth and walked over to his fireplace. "Blaise Manor!" And with a flash of green he was gone, leaving her on the bed in a giant house with a man who wasn't a saint...at all.