"Piss off, mother" I snapped, walking away from her hastily. My fists were curled into balls at my side causing my nails to dig into my palms.

"Candice Marie Crandall!" My mother bellowed, her nostrils flaring, "Get your behind back here!"

I sighed, stomping my feet, "Im, NOT marrying that piece of TRASH!" My mother narrowed her eyes at me.

"The Malfoys are highly respected wizards, you should be proud to be marrying that charming young man!"

"Pfft, charming young man my ass." I spat, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Candice, why do you hate him so much?" My mother asked, exasperated.

"He's a selfish, arrogant; know it all, and a Neanderthal! Must I go on?"

"Please, continue" She challenged, cocking an eyebrow. She knew what I was trying to do. Damn.

"Well..." I began, but was shushed by my mother, seeing Draco and Lucius walking down the hall.

"Ah, Candice, excited about the wedding?" Lucius asked, kissing my hand gently.

"Absolutely, Mr. Malfoy" I chimed, plastering a cheesy smile on my face.

Draco snorted loudly, but quickly silenced himself once he received glances.

"Excellent..." Lucius said, still staring at his son for the strange noise he had made, "The wedding planner will be here tomorrow, 10 am sharp" Emphasizing the word "sharp"

"We'll be there!" My mother grinned giving me a side hug.

Lucius nodded, waving his hand for Draco to follow.

"Mother, get off me" I muttered, hardly moving my mouth.

"Right..."

I sighed, walking back to my room that the Malfoys gave me every time I visited during the summer. The walls were a simple dark forest green, but lighting caused the color to differ. A chandelier hung from the center of the room. The bed was a lighter green, queen sized with dark green sheets. Hard wood flooring and a cream colored throw rug.

I loved being in this room, seeing as it was just like my own. Except this one was 3 times bigger. I remembered dinner was at 6:00, it was already 5:30.

I gazed across the room into my mirror I was pale and thin, not a good mixture.

"What to wear" I sighed, picking out a black dress that hugged the curves that I hardly had. The length was down to my knees, and was slightly flared. I slipped on a pair of black high heeled shoes that were incredibly shiny, seeing as I never wore them.

I turned to the mirror, magically straightening my dirty blonde hair which was to the middle of my back.

I quickly applied some lip gloss and some eye shadow and mascara to my brown eyes. I never thought highly of myself, so I merely shrugged when I saw the result in the mirror.

I glanced over at the clock and saw it was 5:50. I already heard my mothers heels running down the hall, making sure she was not late.

"Weirdo" I chortled, opening the door. Portraits averted their gaze to me, snarling seeing as my dad was a former death eater, but had betrayed them. They thought of my whole family as blood traitors, DIRTY blood traitors. But my mother was great friends with Lucius and Narcissa.

I gave a nervous smile, but they began screaming furiously, flailing theirs arms like they were trying to escape their portrait.

I quickly walked away hearing them yelling

"Go back to your home, blood traitor!"

"Ew, who let HER in?"

"Maybe shes a maid! I know Lucius wouldnt want that filth in his home."

Tears sprung to my eyes, who knew portraits could utter such horrid words?

Arriving at the kitchen at 5:57, I let out a sigh of relief. Draco walked in moments later, smirking cockily like he always did.

"Well, what do we have here, Ms. Crandall? Or should I say, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Dont let your head get too big there, Malfoy."

He snarled, grabbing my wrist, "Might I say, youve grown a lot!" He was referring to my chest, I pushed him away, scowling.

"Pervert"

"Not like I wont see them soon!"

"Id rather use Crucio on myself!"

"Dinner is served!" Lucius said, turning into the kitchen, my mother following behind loyally.

I sat across from Draco, tuning out my mother and Lucius as they discussed their hatred for Harry Potter, Horcruxes, and Voldemort.

Draco seemed to be doing the same, giving a silent imitation of his father. I found it quite amusing, but I shut up. Ew, I laughed with Malfoy

I continued to eat, although my head started to hurt. Ignoring the pain that seared through my head I tried to look lively, like I was paying attention to what they were talking about. But everything turned black; all I heard were Lucius, Draco and my mother, all talking in frightened voices