A/N woot woot it's chapter 13 y'all. Lol I know—took me long enough but that gosh darned Microsoft word just WOULD NOT install…until now…MWA HA HA THE POWER!!! Lol I'm slightly i.n.s.a.n.e.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!! JE N'AI PAS HARRY POTTER!!! Lol random bit of French that means the same thing the English disclaimer does.
"Sidney," snapped Lucius, still smirking triumphantly at Danielle, "Show them to their chambers.
"Yes master," muttered Sidney.
With one last approving nod at his son, Lucius turned on his heels and disappeared from sight.
As Sidney led them up to their bedrooms, Draco knew he should have realized that this…predicament would be a problem. And, judging by the ultimately betrayed look on his sister's face, not an easy one. He didn't dare meet her eyes.
But he did meet his best friend's, and Blaze gave him an uncharacteristically cold look before turning away.
It seemed to take hours for them to reach their rooms, and when they did it was no big welcome-back party…at least—not for Danielle.
"Oh…my…god…" she said, closing her eyes tight shut and reopening them to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. Too bad she wasn't.
"My room," she said faintly, staring around at it, "It's…pink! And frilly…" she said, bringing her hand to her bed spread and feeling the material with her long fingers, as she eyed her curtains warily, "And pink…and…and…pink!"
Sidney nodded sheepishly.
"My apologies, miss," she said, bowing so low that her nose nearly skimmed the pink plush carpet, "But Master informed Sidney that we were to be expecting a little mistress, miss."
"But…it's pink!" moaned Danielle in disbelief.
"I is dreadfully sorry, miss," Sidney said, hanging her head in shame, "But what color is you preferring?"
"Anything but pink!" Danielle hissed, "Like red…dark red…"
Blood red came a quiet yet icy voice devoid of all human emotion within Danielle's head.
With the voice came a searing pain in her left arm, across the face of the dark mark. Danielle toppled over and Blaze lunged out to catch her, but Draco grabbed the back of his cloak and gave him a look. Somehow, he didn't think the drama of an appearing person in the Malfoy Manor was necessary at this point in time.
"Holy shit," said Danielle, wincing as she hit the ground.
"Is little mistress okay?" squeaked Sidney rushing to her side.
"Fine," grunted Danielle, sitting herself upright.
"You sure, Danni?" asked Draco, taking a step towards her. Danielle's eyes flashed in a fiery rage as they fell upon her brother. She stood up and stormed over to the place wear he stood, staring him down.
"I," she said, her voice shaking with anger, "Only let my brother call me 'Danni.' And since I really don't know you at all, that can't be you."
And with that she slammed the door to her room in his face so hard that the paintings on the bright pink walls shook.
Sidney looked quite shocked.
"Sidney begs little mistress to calm down," she pleaded.
"And 'little mistress' begs Sidney to change my room to dark red—no frills before I am forced to cause someone an early death!"
Sidney snapped her fingers and the frills disappeared. The pink gradually transformed into a deep crimson, and on the walls were moving pictures of fire.
"As you wish, miss," Sidney said, and while she bowed out of the room, Blaze slipped into it and closed the door behind him.
As soon as Sidney footsteps had died away, Blaze threw off the invisibility cloak and looked up at Danielle with concerned eyes.
Danielle seemed to not know he was present, because she seemed to be talking to no one in particular as she stormed around her room.
"Evil bastard!" she shrieked, "How dare he? A Death Eater? Death Eater my ass!"
With every anguished scream Danielle made, the flames on the walls roared, soaring to new heights and cackling sinisterly with the rise and fall of her voice.
She picked up a porcelain doll and threw it over her shoulder. Blaze dove and caught it before it could shatter.
"Look at this!" Danielle raged at the glass-framed pictures of her and Draco on her desk, "I look so happy…so unaware…SO USED!"
Blaze had come to the conclusion that Danielle was in a tantrum and had no idea what exactly she was yelling, due to the fact that some of the things she was saying were making no sense what-so-ever.
Danielle started chucking all the glass picture frames into the air behind her, and Blaze struggled to catch them all.
Danielle suddenly ceased fire.
"Why aren't these things BREAKING?!" she shrieked.
She spun around and saw Blaze staggering under the weight of her thrown objects that he had caught.
"Oh just drop them Blaze," she said flatly, "I don't want them. I'm gonna throw them away later, anyway."
Resisting the urge to take Danielle up on her offer, (his arms had seen better days) Blaze lowered the fragile objects to the ground, just as a purple scrap of cloth was chucked at him and it wrapped itself around his face.
"What is wrong with this family?" Danielle cried, almost laughing, "What kind of mother gives their daughter these slut clothes to wear?" She continued tossing her apparently new garments across the room, nearly emptying out her entire wardrobe.
Blaze pulled the purple thing off his head and held it out in front of him. It looked like a bra…but was somehow even less covering then one. It had a clear T-shirt cover over it (not even translucently colored, just clear) which only achieved giving off the idea that the shirt had been laminated.
"I wouldn't mind seeing you in this one," Blaze smirked at his girlfriend who spun around to see what he was talking about.
"Oh give me that!" said Danielle snatching the shirt away from him and throwing it viciously into her dresser as Blaze studied her intently.
"You have no idea how cute you are when you're irritated," said Blaze grinning.
"Shut up, you big flirt," said Danielle whacking him playfully on the shoulder, "And I know you want to talk about what's going, but I don't." She proceeded to turn around but Blaze placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You sure?" he said, his breath hot on her neck. Danielle looked up into Blaze's fierce green eyes and broke down. She allowed herself to fall limply into his arms as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
"How could Draco do something like this?" she cried, "What's gotten into him? I can't believe he's actually going to do this. This isn't like our Draco…"
"I know," said Blaze in a deep soothing voice, squeezing Danielle extra tight and closing his eyes, "But maybe he'll change his mind. Stop crying, I hate it when you cry."
"If I don't cry," said Danielle, "I'm gonna get angry instead of sad, and then I'll probably attack the first person I see…which would be you."
Blaze released her and held out his arms.
"Come and get me," he teased.
"Are you sure you wanna do that, Zabini?" smirked Danielle.
"Unless you don't think you can take me," taunted Blaze.
"Oh that's it," muttered Danielle, lunging at Blaze and literally sending him flying down onto her bed, with an expression of pure shock on his face.
"You were saying?" Danielle smirked, leaning over him.
"I surrender?" Blaze suggested sheepishly.
"Surrender?" shrieked Danielle, "You wimp,you can't—"
Blaze grabbed Danielle roughly and placed his lips to her.
A/N This chapter is kinda short, but w/e. We get to the important stuff next chapter! Yay next chapter! Lol REVIEW!
