Azadeh was finally let out of Lucius's room and was relieved, she hated being locked up. Draco was given permission to take her to Diagon Alley, his father decided that it was time for a vacation to France and wanted Azadeh to get some nice dresses. "But I already have nice dresses," Azadeh said as she was practically dragged to the dress shop.
"Not REALLY nice ones," Draco stated, he was just thrilled to be out with her again.
"How nice do they have to be!" she tutted.
Draco wasn't listening to her, he was in a euphoric state, happy in his own world and pretending that she was with HIM and not his father. Of course, he would have married her by now, but his father insisted on a pure-blood for him. This was slightly hypocritical to Draco, seeing as how his father wanted another child with Azadeh, who was a half-blood. But for right now, he wasn't concerned about any of it. When they got to the dress maker, they were immediately attended to and the other customers were put on hold.
"But they were here first," Azadeh said simply. The dress maker smiled, she knew Azadeh...but she also knew Draco Malfoy and he could be just as nasty as his father, why he never became a Death Eater was beyond her.
"That's not the POINT," Draco cocked his eyebrow just like his father, in fact, Azadeh noticed he looked exactly like a younger version OF his father, especially with his hair tied back in the traditional black bow. He then turned to the dressmaker, "I need fourteen of your finest designed dresses, show me what you have."
"Please," Azadeh added. Draco turned and looked at her, cocking his eyebrow once more. "What, it doesn't hurt to say please!" The dressmaker turned and was trying very hard not to giggle at the young Malfoy's reaction. "And what do I need fourteen dresses for anyway?"
"Because, you will be going to some of the finest restaurants and we are taking you dancing, and though some of your other dresses are nice, they are not nice enough for Paris...or you, in my opinion," Draco grinned. "My father has good taste, but I'd like to think I've aquired my mother's taste in clothes...colors, other than black."
The dressmaker entered the room, "here you are Mr. Malfoy." She brought out thirty of her finest dresses, all very beautiful to Azadeh, but Draco picked through them with a look that was so discriminating, she thought his face was going to freeze that way. He finally picked out fourteen he liked and had Azadeh try them on, having her spin and walk. Draco's favorite dress was a light pink gown with bows down the back, revealing her bare skin, all the way down to the tailbone.
"We'll take these, charge them to the Malfoy account and have them delivered to the house," Draco then turned while dragging Azadeh behind him. "Now, we'll go to lunch." He took her to a restaurant and ordered for her.
"Good at giving commands, aren't we?" she rolled her eyes.
"Yes. I am."
"You didn't seem this way last time."
"I changed my mind."
"Decided to be like your father after all?" Azadeh glared back as Draco narrowed his eyes.
"You really don't get it do you, 'the right hand of Voldemort' is TRYING to take you away from us? I HAVE to be protective of you now!"
"Us? Don't you mean your father?"
"No, I mean 'US'. The Malfoy family. And if my father would just MARRY you, he wouldn't have to worry about it..it's a binding magical contract, no one can break it, not even the Dark Lord."
"So, why doesn't he...am I not...marriable?" she seemed hurt.
"No! You're more than marriable! It's just my father is trying to prove something, I guess. Thinks he'll win because it is his RIGHT to keep you, thinks he's the better wizard...better idiot is what I say. But it's his pride, 'it's the priciple' he says. Personally, I would have married you the week I got you and we would still be on our honeymoon," Draco huffed. Azadeh blushed.
"Well, uh...thank you?" her eyes grew wide as she sipped her soup.
After lunch, Draco insisted that she get hair ornaments because some of the dresses required her hair to be up. He also took her to a langerie shop where she tried on some corsets and bras, Draco felt she needed his expertise on that as well, but she threw him out of the dressing room. She bought a certain amount and brought them with her, afraid Draco would 'inspect' what she bought if they were delivered.
She brought the little pink bag in her room, there were five corsets and nine bras, along with underwear. Never in her whole life, did she think she was going to wear something like this. Draco actually did try and see what was in the bag, but shejerked it away from him. But what she didn't know was when the shop keeper came out, he demanded to know what she looked like. All she would say was, "you know our annual catalog that comes out every six months?" Draco noded.
"She'd be on the cover...you really should think about letting her model, it would bring even more status to your family. Here's my card, I know an agency who would be most happy to try her out." He cursed his father...it wasn't FARE!
When Lucius came home, Draco told him what the shop keeper said at the 'pink ribbon', the langerie shop they went to. "Should we, try her out as a model?"
Lucius couldn't have looked more livid, "NO! I WILL NOT PARADE HER AROUND IN SOME LANGERIE CATALOG SO OTHER MEN CAN LEAR AT HER, AND DO GOD KNOWS WHAT IN THEIR BATHROOMS WITH HER PICTURE! Then, have them run after her, and eyeing her because they KNOW what she looks like in...in THAT!" He pointed at one of the girls in the catalog. "Then the men at work BOTHERING me for...WHATEVER. Think, DRACO!"
Azadeh sat and continued eat her dinnner, rolling her eyes, while these two men were discussing her future...'try her out'...like she was muggle car or something! Personally, she had to agree with Lucius...for the first time since she'd been there. Finally, hell had frozen over.
"What do you think, Azadeh?" Draco turned to her. She froze in mid-chew and shook her head. Lucius folded his arms and shook her head. "NO? But...it doesn't have to be langerie, other things as well...?"
"I don't believe in parading my body around for everyone to see, I believe only the person your involved with should see it," Azadeh looked over at Lucius, who smirked as if her answer was the most perfect answer in the world.
"Now, the discussion is over wth," Lucius finished eating.
The word got out that Lucius was leaving for France with Azadeh and Draco for a nice vacation. Harry was beyond livid and decided to perhaps...take care of some business there himself. ...
France was beautiful, she'd never been there...but she did make a bit of a first impression at the dinner table. Lucius took it upon himself to order her oysters, uncracked oysters. He did the same, off-handedly mentioning that they were aphrodisiacs, Draco lowered his eyes in annoyance.
Luciusshowed her how to crack open the oysters and she was doing good, until one slipped out of her hand and flew into another person's soup, Azadeh's mouth dropped open and her face turned red. Draco spit out his drink and started laughing hysterically, Lucius shook his head and put his fingers to his temple.
Azadeh simply sunk in her chair, wanting to disappear as everyone looked at her...she never felt so stupid in her entire life. Draco was still laughing. Lucius took her plate and cracked the oysters for her. "Th..thank you," she said softly, meakly eating them. There was another man watching, who had to go the bathroom so he could finish laughing...Harry.
Soon, dessert was being offered, and at this point, Azadeh was becoming very leary of french cuisine. She wanted to skip but the waiter wouldn't let her and neither would Lucius. "Zuch a pretty girl zuch as yourrrself, is too thin! You need a little more on you...I have zomesing light you might like."
"It doesn't have a shell, does it?" Azadeh asked softly, Draco started laughing again.
"No," the waiter giggled, he too saw the little incident with the oyster.
"Okay," she handed back the menu, fairly skeptical and squeezing her arms together, pursing her lips.
Despite the oyster situation, they were all having a good time. Yes, he had planned a full ten days of romancing Azadeh, then, he was thinking...that proposing to her would be good now. It would keep Harry away, they couldn't take her if she was married to him...plus, she had touched him, though no one would know it.
Everything was going well...until he met up with an old flame, Margarette. Margarette was a saucy blonde that he had a trist with, she was extremely sexual, a pure-blood, a little too much of a whore to marry...but not enough for a good romp. Lucius found it hard to resist her and figured he wasn't married and Azadeh would never know, he was very, very wrong. He had made the mistake of going back to HIS house.
Draco and Azadeh returned early, his father said he had 'business', but figured it was no big deal. Azadeh went upstairs and heard strange noises coming from Lucius's room, when she opened it, she froze...her heart stopped and sunk to the pit of her stomach, which grew nauseated at what she saw. Lucius and a blonde woman were in bed together, and in a not so traditional position. Lucius turned his head and his eyes grew wide, "AZADEH!" She couldn't speak...only a small squeak came out.
"Lucius? Iz zat your zervant girl?" Margarette smiled slyly at Azadeh, who's eyes were nearly filled with tears.
"SHUT UP, YOU STUPID WHORE!" Lucius snapped.
"What did zu CALL ME?" she sat up.
Azadeh started to back up, shifting her feet and Lucius knew...it was her sign that she was about to run. "Azadeeeeh," he growled. "Stay where you are, don't move...I'll explain." But before he could get dressed, she took off down the stairs. "DAMMIT!"
"WHAT are you ZO conzerned forrr...shez just a zervant, a playsing," Margarette drawled.
"GET OUT!"
"WHAT!"
"I said GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!"
"But Lucius, I zought we were back togezer?" she purred.
"YOU WERE JUST A DISTRACTION, GET OUT!"
Draco saw Azadeh just briefly as she ran out the door so fast, he couldn't believe it, "AZADEH!" But by the time he started to follow, she was gone, and he didn't know which way she went. What was worse, it was raining, one of the reasons they came back...she would be soaked..get sick..Draco's mind was reeling what could happen to her, plus, she was upset, she could get hurt. Then, he saw Margarette and narrowed his eyes, his stare got even colder when his father followed down in a panic, letting Margarette lead herself out, but not without cursing at him in french, Lucius only cursed back.
"What was that!" Draco yelled. "Oh..I know what that was! You brought that french WHORE to our house and she caught you, AZADEH CAUGHT YOU! She was REALLY starting to care for you too, against my judgement of course...so what did you say to Margarette? 'Fancy a fuck?'
"That's ENOUGH!" Lucius yelled. "Where did she go!"
"You know, I don't know...I followed her but she lost me. Go and look at your detection papers...you CAN track her!" Draco wasn't going to help his father find her, he was so angry at him for doing this. Margarette was the biggest whore he ever met, she even tried going after him! What she wanted was the Malfoy money and name...but his father knew better.
Lucius huffed and got his detection papers, similiar to the mauraders map, it showed the location of where you were with your 'purchase', and there was a little red beacon that showed where they were in that location. He was trying to keep his cool, but in fact, Lucius was panicking. He found where she was...she'd gotten far for a short little girl, she was by a river...which worried him, he didn't want her to fall in, it was raining and the river could be violent and the rocks slippery. He took off and MADE Draco follow him, though it didn't take much when Draco found out where she was...and panicked when they saw her cloak on the ground.
Azadeh's hair was wet and she was soaked to the bone and in tears, she had tore off her cloak, hating it. It wasn't so much him in the bed with another woman, though that was a shock, she had started to truly care for Lucius. He was becoming kinder towards her, more caring and loving when they were alone...and protective, she truly believed he would protect her from any harm. But it was the fact, that in that moment, she suddenly realized that he could not possibly care for her as much as he said...he obviously saidthose wordsto make her feel better about being a sort of slave, a servant, both for his errands and his sexual needs. It was here she felt devalued, unloved, and an object...to see that woman underneath Lucius, giving her a look of 'you don't matter anyway', they might as well have performed the Crucio curse on her.
Azadeh took a rock and started to hit the bracelet, it shocked her everytime she did it, but she didn't care. She even hit her wrist with the sharp stone, cutting it, but again she didn't care. Azadeh wanted that bracelet off, she wanted to go home to her father...though she wouldn't know where he was now, chances are, they moved the moment they found out she was caught, that was the plan...where would she go, where could she hide?
Suddenly, there was a jerk around her waist and someone covered her mouth, dragging her to the trees...it couldn't be HIM, he was in England...this had to be someone who was going to rape her or hurt her...but then he spoke as she struggled, "calm down, Azadeh...it's me." His voice, it was him, his voice always calmed her, always made her feel warm...even when she was frightened of him.
Azadeh calmed down and he let go slightly, she turned around, facing his chest and then looked up, his hand now dropped down to her waist, holding her close to him. "Why...are you here? I thought you were..."
"..In England, I was...but now I'm here. I saw you running away and worried about you." He took her hand, the one the bracelet was one and waved his wand over it, causing it to go into 'default' mode. "Lucius won't be able to track you now, I don't want him to," he caressed her hair. "I'll be keeping you for a while...let HIM panic, teach him a lesson for mistreating you." Then they heard Lucius screaming her name, he'd lost the tracking beacon.
"AZADEH! DAMMIT!"
Draco was calling for her...why had they lost the beacon? Even if something had happen to her, they'd find her...but there were cases where the bracelet had been damaged.
Harry covered her mouth on instinct and slid down the tree, crouching, with her inbetween his legs, holding her tight so she couldn't move. This was intoxicating, here he had her, vulnerable and in his arms, it was enough to just take her right there while Lucius was looking for her. He just kept making Harry's job easier and easier.
Finally, they left and Harry apparated with Azadeh back to his hotel room.