A/N FINALLY we find out what the fuck is up with that Mark Turner dude! Lol. Thank you once again to all my spectacular reviewers!!
Disclaimer: My lawyer has failed in his attempt to buy the rights to HP off of J.K. Rowling; so therefore, nothing of Harry Potter is mine.
IMPORANT UNFORTUNATE NEWS!
From the 7th to the 14th of August, I will be on a cruise in the Caribbean so this will be the last update until after that week…sorry! I'll try and update as soon as I get home. =) So I'll try to make this chapter nice and long for you all.
Someone had said that they didn't understand how MK fell into Draco's window…lemme explain: MK had been searching for the Malfoy's home. She found it, and she climbed a tree to peek in through the windows, hoping to see Danielle in her room and confirm that this was indeed her house. But MK is a spaz so she fell out of the tree and grabbed the first thing she could to stop her from falling, and it just happened to be Draco's window. It's a little farfetched but hey, that's why it's fiction. ;)
"Shit!" moaned Draco, quickly vanishing the table and chairs with a spastic wave of his wand. He turned to MK and started gesturing frantically at her, at a loss of what to do with her.
Danielle smirked at her brother's panic, and idiocy as he tried to force MK into his closet, which was so overflowing with crap that it would be a challenge to squeeze a tissue inside of it.
She swept over to him and smacked him upside the head…damn that felt good!
"God gave us these for a reason!" she hissed at him, brandishing her wand. She held it out in front of her and took a step towards a rather alarmed MK.
"What are you going to do with that thing, Danielle?" she demanded.
"Blah," Danielle whispered, tapping her wand against a seriously disturbed MK., who shivered, as if a bucket of cold water had just poured onto her, then disappeared, or rather, became chameleon enough to blend in perfectly with the walls of Draco's room.
Danielle held a finger to her lips in warning for MK and turned to her brother, the famous Malfoy smirk in place. She had already planned her reason for being in her brother's room after that little surprise announcement.
"YOU BASTARD!" she shrieked at him, "How could you?"
"Wh—Danni, I—" stuttered Draco, not knowing exactly how to state his case, especially because he had no idea if Danielle was just staging this for their mum, or if she actually meant it.
"What…did…I…tell you…" Danielle spat at him, taking a step towards him with every word, "I only…let people…I know…call me that…" Draco was starting to get annoyed himself.
"Oh come off it, Danielle," he said coldly, her full name strange to his tongue, "You know me, stop acting like such a git." Danielle's eyes flashed, and for the first time since they arrived home, it was not with anger, but with hurt.
Guess she meant it after all.
"Do I, Draco?" she asked, her voice nearly cracking, "Cuz if I did, I believe I'd know about…this…" she yanked up her left sleeve and thrust her arm out at him, "I believe I'd have known that you chose this," she was losing it now, "I THINK I WOULD'VE FUCKING BEEN AWARE OF THAT, WOULDN'T I? IF I REALLY KNEW YOU? WOULDN'T I?" Draco just glared at her to hide the pain her words were really causing him.
That's another famous Malfoy trait; stubbornness.
"WELL? WOULDN'T I?" Danielle shrieked at him.
"What is going on in here?" came a woman's rather amused voice from the doorway.
Both Malfoy's (and a pretty much invisible and stunned MK) turned to look at who had spoken, though they all knew it was Narcissa.
Narcissa laughed coldly and flipped her long sheet of white-blonde hair over her shoulder. Her eyes swept over her daughter with distaste, but landed happily on her son as she held out her bony arms and called to him, "Come Draco, darling, mummy's missed you!"
Draco allowed his mother to hug him and fawn over him, only because it was severely hurting Danielle, and he was severely pissed at her lack of support. It was his goddamn life, not hers. If she wanted to be a muggle-lover, fine with him. Better her than him, actually. He wouldn't give her such a hard time.
But Draco indeed wished to follow in his father's footsteps, because he hated mudbloods and muggles alike. He wished he could take them all out himself, and if he became a Death Eater, it would seriously help him towards that goal.
In fact, he wanted that mudblood MK out of his room, hell, out of his whole freaking house immediately. The only thing holding him back from informing his parents of her presence was the fact that she was sort of Danielle's foster sister, and her best friend. He didn't want Danielle to never speak to him again; after all, she was his sister.
When he was released from his mother's grip, he saw Danielle watching the both of them. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Narcissa saw this and grinned delightedly.
"Danielle dear, are you going to cry?" she asked her, "Because mummy and daddy have found a way for you to redeem yourself for all the bad, bad, things you've done to us. Come, my child, we have a proposition…" Narcissa erupted in giggles at that last word, "A proposition for you."
Danielle raised her eyebrows at her mother but none-the-less allowed herself to be dragged downstairs by her. Only out of sheer curiosity, though, not like she was actually thinking of "redeeming herself" or anything.
Narcissa led Danielle all the way downstairs into the enormous Dining Hall. Turning around for a moment Danielle saw that Draco, Blaze, and to her horror, MK had all tagged along curiously. Two of them were invisible, though, so whatever. (A/N MK is invisible to everyone but Danielle cuz she put the spell on her)
Seated at the heads of the table were Lucius Malfoy and…
"Mark Turner?" Danielle blurted in shock. Why was he in "the son's" seat, anyway?
Mark stood up and bowed his head slightly, a brilliant I-know-I'm-Irresistible smile spread across his face. He waltzed right up to Danielle, seized her hand, and planted a kiss atop it.
"Voulez vous diner avec moi, mademoiselle?" Mark said, extending the invitation for Danielle to eat with him in flawless French.
Before she could even translate what the hell he had asked her to do, Mark pulled her over to the table and lightly pushed her into the seat next to his. He motioned imperiously for Draco to join them, as though he was the son living here and Draco the guest.
Blaze and MK, who couldn't even see each other, settled on sitting the stairs to watch.
Danielle didn't say much the whole dinner out of bewilderment. She spoke when spoken to, to be polite (though she owed none of them politeness or even respect…and normally she was fully aware of that but it seemed to slip her mind in the current setting).
As soon as everyone (well, except maybe Danielle) had eaten more than half their weight in roast beef, the food disappeared and Lucius spoke.
"Well," he said smirking, "I suppose Danielle would like to know why her dear old friend Mark Turner is here with us?" Danielle nodded sheepishly as Mark flashed her a haughty smile.
"It's very exciting," put in Narcissa, "Isn't it, Lucius dear?"
"Of course it is, darling," replied Lucius, smirk still in tact as he reached for his wife's hand.
Danielle sighed, picked up a clean fork, and twirled it around the tablecloth, not wanting to witness her parents' PDA (Public Display of Affection).
"Oh," cooed Narcissa, giggling at her husband's touch, "I just adore weddings!"
Danielle dropped her fork with a very loud clatter.
"What?" she demanded. Narcissa beamed.
"This," she said, "Will redeem you, dear. If you marry Mark."
"Not that she has a choice," chuckled Lucius, "Seeing as they've been betrothed since she left to that all-girls school."
"Wh…I…what?" cried Danielle, standing up so forcefully that she nearly knocked her chair backwards.
"The wedding is in a week!" exclaimed Narcissa cheerfully, "It'll be a lovely December wedding. We could have it outside in the snow! Oh, how romantic!"
"A…a week?" gasped Danielle. She looked at Mark, and saw that he was grinning a brilliantly cheeky grin at her, "But I, but…I don't love him! I don't love him at all! How can I marry someone I don't love?"
"Oh honey, what's not to love?" asked Narcissa gazing fondly over at her future son-in-law, "He's handsome and rich and a pureblood. You'll fall for him eventually, after you're married, that's all. It'll still happen." Danielle couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her own mother was saying this to her.
Mark strode over to Danielle and snaked an arm around her waist as he raised his champagne glass.
"Here's to me and my soon-to-be wife!" he called, "You'll make a fine wife, Danielle," he told her fondly, "And a beautiful bride."
If it wasn't for Mark's arm slung possessively around her waist, Danielle would have collapsed and fainted from the shock of it all.
She was being forced to marry some guy she most certainly did not love…in a week no less. And the man she did love…Blaze…
Oh my god…Danielle suddenly realized, Blaze is in here right now…oh please don't do anything drastic Blaze, please…
But Danielle knew it was coming even before it happened.
Suddenly, Mark was thrown forward onto the dining room table by a fierce blow to the back of the head, and a 16-year-old boy with black hair and dark green eyes materialized out of no where in his place. His green eyes were on fire, his hands were clenched into fists and trembling with rage, and an invisibility cloak lay crumpled at his feet.
Everyone in the room blinked at him for a good few seconds before Lucius roared, "GET HIM!"
About 20 male house elves came scrambling into the room, their eyes red and muscles bulging out of their bony little arms.
Over by the stairs, MK let out a shriek of surprise, and immediately a house elf spun around and snapped a finger in her direction. MK became visible and half of the house elves attacking Blaze ran at her and pinned her to the banister. Se kicked and screamed but to no avail.
Blaze also struggled to throw off the house elves, but they outnumbered him and were pretty damn strong…they were obviously specifically trained for this type of thing. They knocked him over and pinned him to the ground.
Danielle shrieked at them to get off and tried to launch herself at them, but Mark grabbed her and pulled her back. Danielle spun around and slapped him hard across the face.
"You bitch!" Mark winced, pulling out his wand and pointing it at her, "Stupify!"
Danielle's body slumped, unconscious, easily into Mark's arms. He stroked her hair and said softy and spitefully, "I knew you'd warm up to me, love."
Mark threw her onto the ground and chuckled as her unconscious body sprawled out across it.
"YOU BASTARD!" roared Blaze, "I'M GOING TO—"
"Stupify!" chuckled Mark as Blaze too fell unconscious.
MK let out another shriek by the stairs as one of the house elves smacked her across the face in attempt to stop her from moving around so much and making their work difficult.
"Stupify!" drawled Mark lazily and MK toppled over, also in an unconscious state.
"She's a muggle," Mark observed, kicking at MK's fallen body. Lucius's eyes narrowed.
"A muggle," he considered this for a moment, then a huge smirk spread across his face. He looked from MK, to Blaze, to Danielle, to Mark.
"I believe we can have a little fun with them," he sneered, "Draco, you're first trial as a Death Eater will involve helping Mark and I prepare a little…game to play with them."
Draco, who had simply stood there, silently observing the chaos, nodded.
Normally, he would have been eager and up for the challenge, but their was something in his father's eyes that even he didn't like, or trust…
A/N Dun dun DUN! That'll have to last you guys the rest of the week…Review NOW so that when I come home I don't have to wait for reviews; I can just post!
