The hallways of the Malfoy Manor were hardly lit, as though the expense of candles was not advantageous in such a sizable structure.

Before we reached the dim first floor lobby both of us were flushed and breathing raggedly from the euphoria drugs we'd just downed upstairs. We were halfway down the second floor staircase when I pushed him instinctively into the wall, running my hands up around his neck and kissing him passionately. For once, he did not resist the romantic kissing. As his hands roamed around my body our tongues shoved into each other's mouths desperately. It was hot and messy and wet.

He squeezed at my waist and my back side, then ran his hands up over my breasts. I had shoved myself between his legs and could feel him already hardening against my abdomen when he held me away from himself by placing both hands on my shoulders, panting and hanging his head low to break eye contact. "Shit. This is not good. It's way too strong," His words came out breathy and desperate.

"Mmmhmm," Was all I could groan as my forehead hung against his, trying to shut my eyes. I was buzzing like an electricity pole, and all I wanted was to go back upstairs and strip his clothing off like an animal. I couldn't believe he had planned to subject me to the affects of the potion all alone for the night.

"Just...just try to focus on feeling happy, not lustful," he recommended as he stabled himself away from me, choking slightly on his words. He squeezed at my shoulders as though unable to follow the instructions himself.

Unlike him, I was reckless. I reached my hands up to his jawline and pulled his face into mine again and it started all over. Our lips were soft on each other's and he let moans escape against mine from the heated affection.

I began kissing his neck around his collar and he whispered, "Fuck" into my hair. I could feel his fingers fighting with my dress as he slid his arm underneath the fabric and dragged up the inside of my thigh.

"Well you two certainly picked up where you left off." A salty female voice lilted towards us and Malfoy literally pushed me off of him in humiliation. I staggered back several stairs before stunning the backlash. He tugged at his collar to straighten it as I swiveled to see a petite, beautiful girl in a bright green dress staring up at us with a wicked smirk from the first floor lobby.

She had long wavy brown hair and huge, dark blue eyes. She was incredibly tanned considering we were in England, curvy in her slip, and held a directorial regard. Her dress clung stylishly to her body and she had a silvery flask in one hand. "Frenchness, it's been a second hasn't it?" She smiled at me with perked eyebrows and I sent her a confused look, trying to cool my body temperature.

"If I failed to mention it, Fawley, she's been completely obliviated." Malfoy had already regained his composure and he tugged at my wrist to draw me down to the lobby as though we hadn't just been caught in such a suggestive act.

Fawley shrugged nonchalantly, as though the news were as unimportant as the daily weather, "How dismal you allowed this, Malfoy. You always were a miserable excuse for a boyfriend." She chugged at the flask, throwing her hair back without warrant. When we'd cleared the bottom step I noticed that several other young men our age had gathered not far from her. The way she eagerly drank gave me a mild understanding of why he'd been worried about her influencing me negatively.

Malfoy nodded to them and motioned to a doorway nearby, still looking rosy from the potion coursing through his veins. His fingertips danced on my spine to move me down the hallway. The group shuffled into a parlor that I recognized from my snooping around earlier; it had a rouge theme and heavy, antique furniture clustered around the tall hearth. A fire was already blazing which was peculiar given no one had been in it beforehand. The tall sheet of windows to the left was not unlike those in Draco's room.

As the unfamiliar characters settled themselves in the seating arrangements I swallowed, hovering near Malfoy and unsure of how to calm down my hyperactive, elated feeling. I didn't recognize a single guest and I was nervous. It was as though I was a floating head, hardly able to feel my body in the frenzied state. My heart pounded from the lusty desire that sat within it, which was the opposite of what I needed to be feeling in that moment.

He fell into a huge head chair and his fingers caught in my dress, inviting me to sit with him. I sat between his legs like a giddy child and his arms wrapped possessively around my waist, tugging me into his chest. He released one hand long enough to wrap my hair to one side of my shoulders and I felt his breath on my neck. He had pulled me so far back against him that my face was almost parallel to his and his arms were locked like iron around my body.

A smug looking boy next to Fawley laughed under his breath at our closeness, his eyes dragging over Malfoy's grip across me. She slapped his knee with a giggle and then left her hand there, showing off for the room that they were together.

Fawley trailed her eyes on us and I noticed how glittery they were from inebriation as she held her hand forward, "Behold, the King and Queen!" She was giggling pervasively while the dark boy behind her took the flask out of her hand to take a swig at it himself, then hid it on the other side of his figure intentionally. His spine was perfectly straight, his composure that of a knight in armor. He looked serious and calm, but callous all the same.

Another young man with dark brown hair and horrible teeth leaned forward to his knees on the couch opposite, "Tell us, Draco. Does she still give you lap dances like she did back in the day? I'll never forget it." Everyone erupted in laughter at the memory except for Draco and I. I chewed on my lip and cast my eyes downwards at the embarrassment of not being able to summon such an event occurring publicly.

Malfoy's voice came out deep and unforgiving next to my ear. He curtly scolded the other boy, "You will apologize to my wife Graham, if you intend to retain your vital organs." His body was rigid below mine suddenly, as if he couldn't contain his fury at what had just been said, and he squeezed me against him even tighter.

It was painfully silent as the boy named Graham sneered at Draco before finally resting his eyes on my face with resentment. He muttered a weak apology in my direction that I knew held no weight.

After about thirty minutes of the boys drinking and combatively conversing, Draco was losing his composure beneath me. He was tugging at my frame by tangling his fingers in my dress, breathing against my neck and struggling to focus on conversations with the other boys. He was pointlessly and wordlessly begging for an interaction that I could not give to him there.

The girl named Fawley finally sat up from her position in her partner's lap where her head had been located. I'd learned that his name was Blaise through eavesdropping on the circle before us. He seemed chilly and detached in nature, hardly saying much and eyeing people down with judgement. She tapped on my knee. Malfoy was finally busy looking the other way so I squirmed in his hold to lean towards her.

"So," she whispered with a silly smile, "You don't remember me at all, do you babe?" Her oceanic eyes danced across my body and she hiccupped from the drinking. She was stunning and magnetic, and I wanted to know exactly how I had known her before.

I shook my head to say no. She sighed heavily and stood, her hand reaching down to me, "Let's go learn how to be besties again then, shall we?"

I was excited by the thought and had clasped my fingers in hers when I felt a sharp tug backwards. "She's not going anywhere alone with you Hilda," Malfoy coolly warned, now aware of the situation.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "You're not her babysitter, Draco. Show some confidence for once. If she was going to leave you for me, she would've done it ages ago."

This warranted explosions of snickering from the other boys. I felt Malfoy's arms pull me far enough back that his lips were on my ears, "You will recall what I told you earlier. No alcohol." He said the last two words utterly dripping with acid and I winced. Then he'd released me, his fingers only lightly dancing on my ribs to suggest that I could leave any time that I wanted to.

A wave of appreciation rolled over me and my heart lifted at the permission, or perhaps it was just the euphoria potion taking control. Without thinking, I turned my face and kissed his cheek for a long pause. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear in return. He inhaled sharply as though uncomfortable with the public affection. Then I was up and out of the chair, following Hilda through the doors without a look back at him.

She tugged my hand forward and it felt like we were sailing through the manor on an invisible magic carpet. She was cunning and charming, slightly devilish but not wicked or worn out the way that the other people had been in my life up until that moment. She looked healthy and present, and not affected by the supposed war like everyone else was.

My heart longed to know her again, although I couldn't explain it. Again, it was likely the euphoria potion at play but I let the cards fall as they wanted to. She dragged me up the stairs to the second floor and stopped at two monstrous, silver plated doors. They were ornately carved with silver trees. Golden leaves were falling off of them to imitate the autumnal season. I recognized them as the ballroom doors.

She winked at me and shoved them open, and we flitted inside of the almost pitch black room. Large pillars loomed on either side, holding up the glass ceiling with care. The carpeting was worn and ancient, a dusty pink and gray design hardly recognizable. A white, ancient piano loomed in the corner apparently forgotten. We ran instinctively to the center of the room and to my absolute shock she tugged me into a tight hug, which we held for minutes.

"I've missed you, Mad," She gently breathed it in my ear, "I know you don't know who I am, but trust me, we had some good times."

She pulled back and I could see a glimmer of tears in her eyes as she took me in. My lips mashed together guiltily and my nose felt heavy and salty as I fought not to cry in return, not sure of what to say. It suddenly occurred to me that she cared very deeply for me and I felt overwhelmed by the sudden and only show of true care that I'd received since waking up from my coma.

I pulled her down and both sat, cross legged and holding hands. She filled me in on months of memories. Her and I had been best friends in Slytherin House at Hogwarts, just before Draco and I had ended up together. She confirmed my reasoning that I'd chased him down, thinking it was an innocent attempt at hooking up with him. He'd refrained from explaining the bequeathment mark that would inevitably appear on my neck, trapping me in a marriage to him. Her and I had given it our best shot at taking him down despite my controversial feelings for him that had been growing. Suddenly, we'd been married and I'd disappeared from the face of the earth. And that was all she knew.

I was shaking my head at the floor by the end of her stories, entirely spellbound by the reality she was describing.

She pulled her flask out from behind her back suddenly and wiggled it in my vision, "Fuck it Frenchness. Back in the day, you used to fight him over everything. Don't let him dictate you now." She held it out to me and I accepted the metal container in weak fingers.

"'E...made me promise not to," I stated with a whimper.

She shoved it at my lips meaning to encourage me, "Oh right, I'd forgotten he was your father. You're only married, he can't tell you what to do. Besides he's miserably in love with you. You can drink with me tonight and he'll still not lift a finger to you."

I shook my head at the insinuation, knowing full well that he would, "'E will lock me in de dungeons."

She laughed hysterically to my surprise, and slapped the carpet, "He would never do that to you. He's totally enamored with you. But his prick ass has done a good job of convincing you he would hurt you, hasn't he?" Her eyebrows raised so far I thought they would disappear behind her dark bangs.

I frowned down at my black dress which was barely covering my knees. Perhaps she was right, but I had no memories of him to base this new information off of. She also was not aware of the fact that I was wandless, stuck at the Manor, with nightly duties.

I grabbed the flask, only drinking a light gulp.

She took a chug herself, then I found my fingers in hers as she yanked me up, "Let's dance. I know you love that."

She lifted me up and we both swayed in the darkness of the abandoned room. We drifted to a standing position, both chugging at the flask now. We spun, and even though I didn't have any memories of her from my time at Hogwarts I could feel her warmth and care drifting across the space between us.

I suddenly felt the instinctual need to pull away. I spun on the spot, my toes pushing to a stiff position as I raised into a long-starved ballet stance. My dress floated around me, and somehow my golden hair began to float as well. It was though I was underwater. I moved gracefully, taking small jumps in the dance, and my confidence grew. I moved across the room like an underwater princess, parts of myself and my clothing floating uncontrollably.

I was twirling in the middle of the room when the doors slammed open. Hilda was meters away having simply been spinning in a taught, elegant way.

Malfoy's face looked livid as he approached me, his figure once again resembling a dark cloud. His hand reached forward and steadied my movement by grabbing my dress and ripping me towards himself. "The absolute insolence...you're drunk, aren't you?" He asked bluntly, as though I had just destroyed his favorite personal item.

My eyes moved helplessly between his and Hilda's. He noticed the interaction and floated his gaze to where she had stopped dancing, and she now looked slightly awkward, "Leave, Fawley. Your fiancée is waiting at the door."

He grabbed my wrist and ripped me towards the exit without a further care for what Hilda did. I sent her a backwards expression of understanding before he had me tripping up the stairs, and eventually into our shared bedroom.

He threw me onto the bed and slammed the door behind himself, running a hand through his now messy locks of platinum hair. He continued to pace while stealing vicious glances at me on the bed. I kept catching his blue-grey eyes desperately hoping to calm him, but his breath kept coming out his of nose in jagged breaths to express his anger.

I was still quite high from the euphoric potion and I eventually slipped off the bed, thinking I could solve the issue through affection, "Draco..." I began, using his first name with sudden boldness. I reached towards him but he tore his shoulder away from my touch, looking cantankerous.

His face was wrought with a harrowing expression. "You have once again betrayed my trust, Madeleine." He looked desperate and pained, and I watched as he lit a cigarette and kept pacing. I approached him again, hoping to still the angry pacing.

He blew smoke in my face as he reached the end of his loop at the desk, "I told you there would be consequences. How do you suppose I punish you?" His eyes searched mine back and forth leaning on the desk, his clothing now looking slightly loosened.

I saw in his movements that the euphoric potion was still playing with his thoughts as well. He evidently did not have any idea in his mind that regarded punishment.

His jaw clenched and his eyes filled with a distraught appearance.

I slowly reached out and took the burning cigarette from his fingers and sucked in deeply, meeting his barbarous gaze. I had decided to just take command. It wasn't as though I didn't want the sex at that point - I too was quite high and drunk, and from what I'd learned our history was completely consensual according to Hilda.

After a few puffs I doused the cigarette in the ashtray of the desk and tugged at his dress clothing to draw him to the bed, then spun and tossed him onto the sheets. My body hovered over his as he sat up confused, and I tore off his jacket. I leaned into him, shoving him deep into the sheets and kissed him momentarily, before following along his jaw with sloppy kisses. I pawed at his belt between my straddled legs, and when it had finally come off I wasted no time unbuttoning his pants.

Finally he resigned to the sexual advances and I felt him searching for my lips against my hair. My face met his, and our tongues touched as my hand ripped his zipper down. He let out frazzled breaths against my face, and then suddenly he was lifting me up by my hips and throwing me down, grinding into me. I was buried amongst his sheets helplessly as he squared me below him with power and authority.

He shoved me farther down into his mattress and violently tore at my panties, shredding them off of my body. His aggression continued to peak as he did the same to my dress, almost ripping it down the center with his wand to remove it. I was now lying completely naked below him, acutely aware that I had awoken a dragon.

His fingers met my neck and he choked me roughly as he positioned himself against my wet folds. He kissed me harshly and began pushing against me as I gasped painfully for air. I could feel the angry squeeze of his finger tips on my esophagus as he shoved into me relentlessly. He traced his lips along my collarbones while still choking me and pounding me, without even checking to see if I could still breath comfortably.

Finally his face met mine again, his platinum hair fell over my forehead and his pointy nose pushed into mine. His eyes looked violent as he smirked down at me hardly breathing normally, and whispered softly, "Stand up and bend over."

I felt the blood leave my face in uncertainty. When I didn't move, he backed up and swirled his hand behind my neck, tugging me upwards to a standing position by the hair on my neck. I hardly had a second to shoot him a fearful look before his hand pushed on my spine and I fell into the bed face first, catching myself hardly by my outstretched palms. My long hair sprayed across my back randomly. His fingers shoved me down further, and then tugged at my hips to raise my back side up. He shoved into me again and it felt twice as big, twice as painful.

I could hear him moaning loudly but all I could see was the obsidian sheets before my eyes. He had been betrayed that night, and he was taking it out on me. It wasn't inherently unpleasing, just extremely rough. I clamped my eyes shut as my orgasm built and I tried hard to conceal it against the heartless pounding of his body. He clearly felt the tightening of my abdomen though as it betrayed me, and I heard him releasing, felt the explosion within me. He gasped hard and shoved my head into the sheets with his flat hand on the back of my hair.

After he'd finished I dug at the bedding to let myself under. I wasn't traumatized, just aware that it could've been much, much worse. When he came to the other side I was shocked when he tugged at my body to pull me into him.

His face nudged into my neckline and I felt his naked body against mine. He breathed deeply, peacefully even as his fingers dug into my midriff. "You will always seduce and deceive me," he whispered into my hair, "Just not always in that order." His lips found my neck and he was kissing me there as though we were passionate lovers and he hadn't just been so rough with me.

"So...do you care about me?" I almost begged the question in a tiny voice, unsure of what to think of the unnecessary kissing. I'd spent multiple days with him that were absolutely, wildly controversial.

He exhaled deeply and froze just below my jawline. His spiked hair cut into the side of my face and his breath shot across my neck in a tickling way.

"You're the only thing I've ever loved. But then you died, and so did I...in a lot of ways. I'm not the same person I was before, I'm sorry," he whispered into my ear. I rewrote the cryptic sentence in my mind as I attempted to decipher it. I heard him swallow hard, pulling away and his fingers trailed along my ribs. He laid down then, just behind my head and breathed into my hair until both of us fell asleep.