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Chapter Four

No tears had been shed from her violet and amber-speckled eyes since that day, and as she wandered through the Forbidden Forest, a thought that would have the weaker hearted weeping, she was filled with a strange courage and unexplainable excitement.

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The night before Lucius had held an engagement party. Otherwise known as an excuse for him, Draco, Rabastan, and Rudolphus to drink their selves into oblivion. Genevieve, now wearing a horribly scanty dress, had brought them glasses and some Firewhiskey before going upstairs to her own room to hide. Draco took note of this and when her door was closed snuck up after her.

There was enough moonlight shining through her window for Gen to see without wandlight (A/N: she has a wand but Lucius stopped it from doing many spells and she never got to learn many so she can't use it to escape), and as she sat in front of her mirror about to take the band out of her hair she saw a reflection of the door opening. She turned around and saw Draco step in, the same rich-boy, know-it-all, smirking smile on his face, and the same thought on his mind.

"It's a shame we have to marry first," Draco said, his smooth manly voice whispering so as not to carry downstairs. "The temptation of forbidden fruit is always the greatest when it is nearly within my reach. But then, I shouldn't taunt you with what you cannot have."

"Taunt?" Gen asked, swallowing. "It's actually rather a relief, pig!" Draco laughed.

"You're a silly girl, but a seductive one," he said. Gen wasn't used to hearing that, despite knowing that she was uncommonly pretty, and took a step backwards. To her despair Draco came two steps closer. He leaned in towards her and she ducked under his extended arms and dodged out of place. She grabbed a poker from the small fireplace and held it out before her.

"Don't come a step closer to me, Draco," she said, brandishing the poker as if it were a weapon. In an instant Draco moved forward and grabbed the poker with a hand before she could react. He put a hand on her back and kissed her. Genevieve twisted her poker and pushed it forwards, scratching against his face. He pulled away and gasped, bringing a hand to the gash along his cheekbone.

"Oh no, have I harmed your pretty face?" Genevieve remarked wittily. "Get away, now." She spat at his feet. And then ran away

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