A/N Woot woot another chapter…okay im really going to attempt to speed things up with this, cuz im eager to put up some new fanfics after I finish this one (and my other ones I know I know lol. Those of you who also read Rivendell High (the lotr one) chapter 5 of that is already written…in fact the entire story is lol I just gotta type it up. So yeah that'll be coming out soon). This story is nearing it's close…which is very exciting as it'll be my first finished fanfic on the site, woot woot again lol. But I'm gonna shut up now and let you read :-)

Disclaimer: seriously….why must I continue to repeat myself? I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Grrr! Lol


Danielle let out a high-pitched, piercing scream of horror that reverberated about the entire courtyard surrounding the enormous maze, clashing horribly against the walls of the Malfoy manor. She stumbled back on her stone tower and fell into the bed of straw, still letting that note ring from her throat as if it would change her hair magically back to it's deep brown color.

Finally ceasing her shriek to inhale, Danielle let out an extremely exasperated sigh and desperately clawed a handful of platinum blonde hair strands into view of her eyes.

"Great," Danielle said out loud to herself, since no one was else was around anyway, "Now I truly do look like one of them."

Danielle had always had the pale skin and silver eyes of the Malfoy family...and even the platinum blonde hair, too. How could she not? Her genetics sucked ass…everyone looked the same! But as soon as she was kicked out of the house and sent to live with that muggle Everwood family, she became fascinated with her foster mother's hair dye. So in a desperate attempt to make herself look less…Malfoyish…she dyed her hair espresso brown (of course when she went to Hogwarts she learned a permanent spell for her hair…). It had since then always been that way…but I guess her father had found some way to reverse the spell.

"Hello, my darling!" a haughty voice called up to her, "Do you like it?"

Or Mark Turner had. Either one of them.

"Well," replied Danielle icily, slowly gathering her skirts and rising back to her feet, "if by it you mean my hair, than no Mark, I am afraid I do not."

She could see Mark standing at the entrance to the maze rather far away, calling out to her with a triumphant sort of sneer on his face. He was dressed in deep blue and black velvet, to parallel, Danielle supposed, her violet and cranberry velvet.

It was absolutely sickening.

Mark turned his perfectly full lips into a pout, "I'm sorry, love," he said with the hint of a sneer, "but I prefer blondes."

"If you like blondes then why don't you marry someone blonde?" Danielle hissed at him.

Now Mark was laughing at her.

"My dearest Danielle…" he chuckled, "You are blonde."

"Not natur-"

"Oh but you are naturally blonde. How could you not be? Besides I knew you before you changed your hair color, and you had the most gorgeous platinum blonde hair."

Danielle glared at Mark so furiously, she was sure rings of fire would shoot all the way across the maze at him from her eyes and incinerate him…but it was rather wishful thinking on her part.

Just then, Blaze emerged from the manor; wearing the same tattered green t-shirt and black jeans he had left Hogwarts in. To the ordinary individual, Blaze in comparison to Mark and his fancy dress was a sorry sight to behold, but to Danielle he looked like a knight in shining armor.

The moment Blaze stumbled from the manor he launched himself at Mark, catching him just enough by surprise as to get in a good upper jaw cut before Mark magically threw him back across the yard about 15 feet.

Blaze growled and made to run back at him but Danielle shrieked out from her towering stone podium, "BLAZE!"

Blaze whipped around and his jaw dropped at the sight of her.

Damn, he thought, she looks really sexy in that…wait what the fuck is she doing up there?

"Danielle!" a slight chord of panic rang out in his call, "Are you alright?" Blaze squinted…what the hell was on her head?

"I'm fine!" she called back.

"You're BLONDE!" he exclaimed in shock.

"That's enough, children…" drawled Lucius Malfoy as he sauntered out of the manor alongside a horrifying wizard in billowing black robes, with red eyes like a cat's.

Voldemort…Danielle thought bitterly, what in the name of the lord…oh right, her heart sank down to the very bottom of her stomach, Draco's test…that traitorous little son of a…

"My dearest Danielle!" exclaimed Lucius, rather maliciously grinning up at his daughter, "I hope you like your hair—"

"IF ANYONE SAYS ONE MORE THING ABOUT MY GOD FORSAKEN HAIR-COLOR I'LL…" Danielle motioned violently with her arms.

Lord Voldemort let out a low, approving chuckle.

"My dear," he called up to her icily, "Why are you not on your family's side? You're going against even your brother now. But alas! Now is not the time to discuss such things. Now is a time for fun!" Mark nodded eagerly and Blaze narrowed his eyes menacingly, looking like he was about to launch on the dark lord.

Thankfully, he controlled himself.

"Besides…" added Lord Voldemort with a quick glance in Mark's direction, "I believe your affianced will be able to convince you otherwise after your marriage…"

That was it…Blaze made a running leap at Voldemort, who for a moment looked surprised but instantly recovered in more than enough time to thrust his wand out at Blaze and say lazily, "Crucio! You foolish, foolish boy."

Blaze roared like a wounded lion with pain as the curse affected him, and both Mark and Lucius looked as if their faces would split from smiling.

"STOP IT!" shrieked Danielle, as she made to jump off of her stone tower.

Quick as a flash the curse was lifted and Voldemort had apparated at her side, grabbing her by the wrist to prevent her from jumping.

"My, we really do have a feisty one here now don't we," he sneered at her, "Well I previously trusted that you would not be fool enough to pull a stunt like that, but clearly I was mistaken…"

Immediately a huge glass dome appeared atop the tower, completely trapping Danielle.

"My, what a lovely centerpiece…" the dark lord smirked at her as she placed both hands on the glass helplessly.

"Now," said Lucius from the other side of the courtyard, "The rules are as follows. You must both enter the maze…and whoever reaches the center first wins my daughter's hand in marriage."

All three teenagers stared. That couldn't be it; it was too simple. Lucius smirked.

"You will both have a fair shot, I assure you that there is naught but false passages and dead ends within this labyrinth. No evil presence will confront you inside its walls."

"Not that it needs any more of it…" muttered Blaze as he glared at Mark; who didn't move but a faint trace a smirk crept upon his lips.

Danielle surveyed her father's expression as best as she could from her distance…was he serious?

Then a dark shadow lurking somewhere within the maze caught her eye…and she realized that she had a clear view of the entire intergoings-on in the labyrinth. She watched as the shadow took out an entire wall of the maze with one swift movement of its…something…

"So there really is no need for either of you to carry your wands…"

"NO!" Danielle screamed.

"Ha ha, no…" said Blaze shortly, "I'm not taking my chances."

"Now now, Mr. Zabini you have to play fair…" sneered Lucius, "Expelliarmus!"

Both Blaze and Mark's wands flew out into the air and Lucius caught them with ease. Mark looked completely nonplussed by the act and gave Blaze a cool and confident smile as he held out his hand.

"May the best man win," he grinned. Blaze took his hand.

"Fuck you."

Mark glared viciously at him and quickly withdrew his hand. Lucius and Voldemort both smirked.

"NO! BLAZE, DON'T!" shrieked Danielle…and then she let out another ear-splitting shriek identical to the one that had pierced the air earlier…but even louder.

The glass bulb around her didn't shatter...it exploded as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs.

The un-roofed Cringe room suddenly erupted in flames. The fire roared outrageously, looking like a gigantic Olympic torch. Voldemort smirked and met eyes with a horrified Danielle, who immediately ceased her scream in mortification, not even noticing as thin, snake-like chords wound their way around her wrists and ankles…binding her to the floor of the top of her stone tower, nor that a bright red scarf had forced its way roughly about her mouth, silencing her.

"I gather your brother has passed his test," the dark lord murmured vindictively, "The boy will make a fine death-eater. As will you, my dear." Danielle's eyes were glued to the massive amounts of smoke she could see from her awkward new view, and his voice barely registered in her head.

Voldemort glanced up at the flames amusedly.

"Let the games begin!" he shouted, as Lucius forced both boys into the maze, magically sealing the entrance behind them.


"D-Draco…" MK stammered, not quite knowing what to say to him, "Are you really going to…to kill me?"

Draco hesitated in his pouring of gasoline at her last words.

Am I? He though dimly to himself, Am I really going to kill someone?

"Of course," he heard himself snap at MK, "Now shut it wench, and we'll be done with this quickly…"

By now the straws and woods beneath MK's body were drenched in lighter fluids, so Draco kicked the gasoline tank into the corner of the Cringe room and quickly struck up a match.

I was a small flame on the end of a toothpick…but the moment it hit the wood, it would become a monster. The light glittered maliciously on the end of the match, holding both Draco and MK's gaze, entrancing them. All Draco's thoughts seemed to be burned away by the fire, leaving him with only his feelings.

He watched as a speckle of light danced across MK's face, and his heart jolted so suddenly that he felt as if someone had hurled a javelin through his chest. An insane thought crept its way into Draco's clear mind.

Did he hate her because he liked her? Was it because she was a muggle and he knew for that reason that they would never be able to even try their hand at relationship? The possibility seemed a probability for a moment, and the tiny amount of heat being processed from the match (which was now burning low, quite dangerously close to his fingers) seemed to be screaming out the conclusion for the whole world to hear. Draco felt as if that little flame was wiser than he would ever be, as he considered his thoughts, fatefully locking eyes with a fearful, yet solemn MK.

Their second-long fleeting glance lasted a lifetime to them, until it was instantly shattered by a shrill and soul-piercing scream, and the sound of shattering glass.

For as long as she ever would live…Danielle Narcissa Malfoy would regret that scream.

In alarm, Draco tossed the lit match aside, right at MK's feet.


A/N wanna know WHY she's gonna be regretting that scream so much….THEN REVIEW! Lol. Don't be hating me for the slight cliffhanger! And yes I KNOW I cannot pull another two weeks no updates thing with an ending of a chapter like that so I really WILL get the next one up as soon as im satisified with the reviews, lol. :-)