It was a rainy night at the Manor when I suddenly became aware of my own existence again. At first I didn't open my eyes, just laid there feeling my soul move around in my body. I was not back in the dungeons as I expected to be; the room didn't reek of death and my skin was against soft sheets. I looked around myself, realizing I was back in Draco's bed. He was breathing softly beside me, somewhere far away. His face looked pained in his sleep as though whatever he was dreaming of was not pleasant, and I noticed how sick and exhausted he was beginning to appear each day. I sat up rapidly, still filled with fear and clutched at the black sheets.

The stars of the night sky blared at me from outside. It was completely silent in the room.

I had passed out at the Death Eater gathering, right. I'd met lord Voldemort in person and he'd been terrifyingly interested in my demise as a form of punishment on Draco's tardiness in capturing Harry. The sudden urge to run and sleep in the bathtub overcame me and I began slipping my leg out of the sheets.

"Don't even think about it," Draco startled me by whispering in a hoarse voice. His eyes remained shut but his hand grasped my leg sharply under the covers, digging his nails into the skin. I laid back down gradually and stiffly laid on the pillow, tracing the patterns of the ceiling paneling for the hundredth time since arriving at the Manor.
He sighed deeply, "Just go to sleep. Don't think about it. I'm not going to tolerate crying tonight."

"What 'appened?" I asked tenderly, hoping he wouldn't harm me for the accident.

"You fucking know what happened," His eyes were open now and staring into mine mere inches away, "You fell out of your chair and humiliated our family. Luckily, the dark lord took it as a sign that you are not being spoiled. He's pleased with how pathetically starved and weak you are." His breath was sweet in my nose and I turned my head back to stare at the ceiling.

It was quiet again, and I closed my eyes to fake being asleep. His fingers squeezed on my thigh again and he drifted his hand up farther towards my underwear. I realized that I was nearly naked save for my undergarments.

"I know you're not going to asleep. Why don't we actually try for once?" he asked in a dark tone, pausing just before my panties.

When I simply sighed heavily in defiance he sat up staring down at me, shirtless, with long hair over his face, "Considering that you have attracted so much attention to yourself, my father has given me a month to impregnate you. My priorities have changed; you will be pregnant this time. I'm not going to allow Potter to best me." His fingers slowly began reaching for my panties and my hand shot down to still the act.

I turned my face to his in the darkness with a pleading look, "You don' want a pregnancy though. I don' want et either." I searched his glittering eyes for any sign of understanding.

He scowled in the moonlight from beside me, "You are mine, Madeleine. I won't let anyone else have you, especially not Potter." It was quiet as we stared at each other and I considered why he had such a bizarre and wild jealousy at the thought of Harry Potter having his way with me. He was evidently afraid of the new timeline on our opportunity to procreate, somehow assuming failure to do so would result in me cheating on him with his enemy.

He leaned in and gently kissed me and I pushed away with a gasp. "Ugh!" I screeched in complete awe at the randomness of it. He'd been so profoundly adamant about avoiding kissing up until that point, I couldn't believe he wanted it then of all times. "I've already asked you for dat. You cannot just suddenly want et."

His fingers trailed up my belly, between my breasts and stopped on my jaw tugging my head back towards him sharply, "Maybe I do." He kissed me again and I squirmed away once more.

"I'm not in de mood after you left me in de dungeons for god knows 'ow long. Surely you knew dat would 'ave consequences," I argued.

He rested his forehead on my shoulder with a deep sigh, his fingers still tracing my jaw. His voice came out muffled, "Surely you realize that wasn't my decision to make. You were caught spying, you fool. My father watches my memories, it had to look authentic."

I shut my eyes, wishing he would just leave it be. I had no proof that anyone watched his memories and I was getting fed up with the way his personality jerked up and down like an ill-designed theme park ride. Additionally I was exhausted and upset from recent events.

Unfortunately he lifted his gaze again and caressed my face, his nose inches from mine, "Do you want me to beg for it? We can fuck the way you like it." His breath on my lips was annoyingly coercive. His fingers pushed up into the hair behind my ear as he stared into my eyes intently, "I'll kiss you the whole time. I'll make it sensual."

He was coming onto me in all the ways I desired deeply. I felt my face sliding uncontrollably towards his and allowed him to kiss me slowly and passionately, his fingers tangling in my hair. I knew he was manipulating me and I didn't care; it felt amazing.

He rolled on top of me, now between my legs. His tongue was in my mouth and I did nothing to stop it.

Our hips began grinding and our parts rubbed over the fabric of the undergarments between us. I could feel the pressure of his bulge between my legs. His kisses were harsh but passionate and our tongues danced against each other's seductively. He was in fact seducing me, using the method he knew would work. And it was working.

I reached down and pulled his hard member through the opening of his boxers and stroked it. He started moaning onto my lips. His kissing was breathy and ragged as I used my shaking fingers to push aside my panties and press him against the soft wetness between my legs. He didn't hesitate to take the invitation; he was immediately pressing inside of me and I groaned at the size and depth that he pushed to. His kissing found it's way down my jaw and around my neck as he shook on top of me, hardly containing his eruption already.

He was diving into me, matching the rhythm of my hips. I scratched at his back and my fingers drifted up to his messy platinum locks, pulling his head back slightly. He complied and I found his lips again greedily.

"I'm sorry I don't know if I can handle the kissing - I can't hold it," he whined, pulling away from my lips as though the duration of our sex was even an important factor for pregnancy. He was squeezing his eyes shut in desperation and his jaw was grinding as he slowed and paused, trying not to explode.

I didn't care if it was short, my orgasm was already about to happen. I wrapped my legs around him to force him back down and pulled his face back to mine and my tongue collided with his. I felt myself constricting around him as we picked up again, more heated than ever. He slid his fingertips down my ribs and behind the small of my back, arching me towards him as his speed increased. He was breathing very heavy against my lips as he started to release. He pushed hard kisses into my lips and shuddered, then slowly stopped pushing back and forth. He kept kissing me and his fingers were on my jaw, tracing my face with his thumb well after he'd came.

The odd, loving gestures at the end sent my mind spinning. He had never done this before, ever. He hadn't even pulled out of my body and our parts continued to throb hungrily against each other's.

I was the one to break the kiss, suddenly coming to my senses again. I turned my head to the side as he dug his face into my neck, "What are you doing Draco?" I whispered.

"I want you to know that you are mine, only mine." He whispered in my ear.

"Et was implied already," I said in a grouchy voice.

"Say it," He demanded, running his lips along my neck and I felt his fingers start to dig into my jugular.

I swallowed painfully, "I am yours, only yours."

He smiled against my skin, "Good. You would do well to remember it."

Then he was off of me and tugging me against his hot skin from behind. His stiff arm snaked around my waist and pulled me into him, staying there like the safety bar on a rollercoaster. I wanted to ask him why he consistently flip flopped in his levels of affection but I thought better of it. He had shown me just how cruel he could be, and it was important that I not piss him off. I wouldn't mistake any of the affectionate moments as being meaningful again.

He breathed deeply against my hair and I felt his fingers trailing my skin. I laid there, dumbfounded by the gentle movements with my eyes wide open and stared at the moon in the sky floating beyond the wall of windows.

In the morning he was gone as usual. I spread guiltily in the comfort of the bed, grateful for how nice it was compared to the morbidity of the dungeons. I went back to sleep for several hours after shutting the curtains, and woke again later feeling much better but horrifically hungry.

After putting on a pair of white overalls and a pink sweater below, I snapped my fingers and called Nibbles. She appeared with a tiny pop and ran to cling to my leg. "Nibbles is so happy to see Mrs. Madeleine clean and safe! Nibbles left when she heard the Master coming through the dungeons-"

"Alright, alright," I cut her off, petting her soft head with my hands, "I'm quite fine. Nibs, can you bring some food? I am starving for something simple like eggs." She nodded and disappeared without hesitation. The day outside was still dreadfully rainy and faint snaps of lightning and growling of thunder had me feeling oddly cozy in Draco's room. I wondered where he was during the storm, was he soaked in the rain chasing Harry Potter through the streets of London?

I sat at his desk and pet the Lionspurt as I watched the rain smash down against the Manor. The glass was mildly fogging. The air smelled like soil and water and it felt rejuvenating. I was playing with the Lionspurt, tempting it to try and catch my finger in it's teeth, when I noticed that the bottom drawer of the desk had been left open.

Draco never left the desk unlocked, and I vaguely surmised that it might've been a trap. Perhaps I'd lose a hand if I stuck it in.

I tugged cautiously at the handle and it came open with ease. There was nothing in the drawer and I furrowed my brows in disappointment. I checked all of the other drawers but they were locked. I'd given up, assuming that he'd left the drawer unlocked because it contained nothing, but as I was shutting it my eyes caught an odd shimmering within. I ripped it open again and stuffed my whole hand in. My fingers met some kind of invisible fabric and I tugged it out, watching with disbelief as my entire forearm went temporarily missing. The fabric unfurled more and I finally caught glimpses of the rouge patterning of the other side which was visible.

I stood, ran to the mirror and wrapped it around myself like a towel. From my breasts down was completely invisible and I laughed in amazement.

I had no idea what this was supposed to be; some kind of cloak that completely shielded one from prying eyes? I played with it for another ten minutes, trying out all sorts of funny concepts in front of the mirror before I was struck by an idea.

I had already planned to stay up all night using the Aconite to spy on Draco's night time routine, or if he planned to sleep all night, maybe I could get my hands on his wand. Maybe the invisibility cloak would come in handy? I would have one shot though, as he'd more than likely discover that it was missing before the end of the week, perhaps even by the next day. So it would have to be that night.

I stashed the cloak under my side of the bathroom sink and was just shutting the cupboard door as Nibbles reappeared with food for me.

I sighed in relief at the entirely typical spread before me. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon. It was absolute heaven. "Thank you, Nibs it looks so good." I gave her a huge smile as I sat down at the desk, throwing my legs over the arm rest lazily. "Can I ask you, have you managed to save any of the Aconite we picked?"

I chewed at the toast as she lit up like a tiny candle. "Oh yes, of course Mrs. Madeleine! Nibbles is not ever being disobedient, Nibbles has it here safe," she held her frail fingers out and I gratefully took the shriveled leaves in my free hand.

"Dere's only one problem," I scrunched up my face in thought, "We need to brew it into a Wide-eyed potion; do you know where we can do dat?" The Manor absolutely had a potions room, but it was likely behind one of the many locked doors I'd encountered while wandering.

No doubt the Malfoy's assumed it was too dangerous for me to be going into a room so chemical in nature. They evidently saw me as mentally unstable. I rolled my eyes at the thought; if only they would give me a break considering I'd been put under such a powerful pregnancy protection charm.

Nibbles nodded rapidly, "Oh, yes, there's being one on the first floor. In the abandoned wing."

"De abandoned wing?" I asked, digging at the beans. I hadn't eaten properly in so long and I was already feeling better. The wind and rain outside of the Manor whipped a branch against the glass wall which caused us both to jump momentarily.

Nibbles rubbed at her thin arm, "Hmmm, yes, the master has locked the double doors leading to it. The master has told the elves that Mrs. Madeleine has bad memories there and cannot handle it. Nibbles doesn't be thinking-"

I held up my flat palm, as I had learned to do with her to silence her, "Nibs, we 'ave to go dere. I'm perfectly fine." She let me finish my breakfast while she chatted about finding her missing cookware she'd assumed incorrectly that Gardie had taken. Then she moved on to talk about how Draco used to be a very different person as a young boy and I nearly choked on my last forkful.

"What do you mean, different?" I asked, clearing my throat and pushing away the plate. I watched as her eyes softened and she smiled slightly with a far away look in her green eyes.

"Master Draco was a...an emotional boy. Him used to cry a lot, him was never being happy here. Nibbles and others would comfort him. The young master would go outside to build things like kites and science experiments and all of the elves would come to watch. Master Draco even had a cat, before...before...Master Lucius strung it up by it's neck off of the second floor balcony when it angered him. Hmmmm," Nibbles suddenly looked anxious and I shied away in case she was going to bite from the painful memory.

My heart felt sad for a moment before I banished the compassion, "Well, if 'e ever was such a good person it 'as been lost now. Draco is a monster, Nibs. I'm sorry." I stood and started pulling on slippers while she followed me, whining like a Labrador that had been left inside the house.

She continued to rant passionately as I brushed my long hair out, "Master Draco is not being a monster. He is loving Mrs. Madeleine very much. Nibbles knows the Master since he was being very small. He is still not being happy here. He is being telling Nibbles that she must protect Mrs. Madeleine-"

"Protect me from 'imself, den!" I suddenly shouted, loosing my patience and she stepped back tearing up. I sighed, putting the heavy silver brush down, "I'm sorry, Nibs. You just don' know 'im like I do. He's my husband, afterall..." I trailed off awkwardly, wishing I hadn't said out loud that last part.

"Yes-yes he did say to protect you from himself, when he was being lost and forgotten," she said it in a tiny voice and I raised an eyebrow at the bizarre suggestion. There was no way he had said that, although, I hadn't really pegged Nibbles as being a liar. I shrugged it off and she followed me out into the hall.

"Lead de way to de abandoned wing, den," I gestured calmly. She took my hand and started floating down sets of stairs until we'd reached the bottom floor. It was very chilly on the first level and I was never really fond of being down there. I shivered in my bright white overalls. The pink sweater underneath was thin.

She tugged me into a hallway I'd been down many times and indeed stopped at a set of mahogany double doors that I'd found to be locked before. She reached up and waved her hand in a silky motion and I heard the lock snap open with a metallic click. I pushed the entrance open tentatively and peered my head in, ignoring Nibbles' nervous moaning at my knees.

The hallway beyond wasn't much different from the portion that we were standing in, but the smell of must and decay immediately hit me and the carpet was evidently dirtier. The air was far colder as I closed the doors behind us to prevent suspicion.

The black carpet rolled out down the lengthy hallway and there were portraits lining the jet black walls, collecting dust and snoozing in the middle of the afternoon. The empty and cavernous wing echoed with odd noises and the wind dug into cracks in the windows and walls, making thin screeching noises. At the end of the hallway a brooding, green and silver stained glass wall filtered light in through pale tendrils.

I took timid steps forward and glanced at the portraits as I passed. Some were clad in medieval clothing, many with the same bright platinum hair and piercing blue eyes. I paused in amusement to linger on one that looked freakishly similar to Draco, holding a huge steely sword in a silver tunic. He smirked at me with the same wicked grin, and swung the sword up, holding it in front of his face as though we were about to battle. I decided not to egg him on and followed Nibbles around the corner, giggling lightly at the portrait.

Nibbles stopped at a thick metal door with squares missing all along the face of it. I peered in through one of the square openings to confirm it was an abandoned potions lab. Beakers and cauldrons were scattered around the room, and a huge brick archway housing a blackened fireplace was in the center of the far wall.

We pushed the huge slab of metal inwards and it made an ear splitting crack, evidently not used for years. After I'd cleared dust and debris out of a cauldron and some other equipment I set to work, grateful that I'd paid enough attention in Herbology and Potions classes to have the simple procedure memorized. Nibbles sat on the desk next to me while I crushed and mixed items together.

While the uncomplicated potion was simmering into a bright purple I wandered around the filthy room, trying not to catch my hair on low spiderwebs scattered without. There was an abundance of broken glass from tools that had been shattered over time and unwashed cauldrons stacked up precariously next to the fireplace. Moldy bookshelves were caving in against both side walls. I squinted into the fireplace where writing was inscribed. A small carving into the black filth near the brick on the outside simply said DRACO in jagged slices.

Nibbles had been following my progression around the room, and her eyes rested on the lettering, "Master Draco used to be being locked in here for punishments." She stated it with a whiny, painful tone and twisted her fingers together.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the writing, picturing a young version of Draco huddled against the fire place in fear. The room was far from comforting; more similar to the dungeons than anything else found on the first level. I shut my eyes and walked away, not willing to allow myself any sympathy towards him again.

Soon the potion had become a milky lavender swirl. Nibbles and I cleaned out some vials and filled up six of them, much more than needed but it was always good to have extra. I shoved them in my pockets and laughed at how it made me look like my hips were insanely wide.

I was about to pull the door open when I froze. Someone was walking down the hallway and rather noisily at that. I ran and ducked down behind one of the counters, hoping that if they did open the door I'd have a fighting chance to hide.

"- know what you need to do then, don't you Lucius? If the girl has become that much of a threat to your son's life, put her in her place. Send her to Potter as an informant." A gravelly, unfamiliar voice was saying. The heavy thunking of their boots passed by the door then and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"As much as I'd prefer that Yaxley, I have graciously entertained his desires to retain her on the property. He is my son, after all. Yet he betrays me by scheming to prevent her pregnancy. She does not fear him, I'm afraid." Lucius articulated dryly. Their voices were fading away as they approached the corner of the hallway.

"Then make sure she does, you have plenty of means-" and then the rest of their words became nothing but distant tones as they rounded the corner. I shook against the counter taking in deep breaths with my hand clamped across my mouth. Nibbles sat across from me with a similar look of terror. We both silently digested the conversation we'd just overheard with wide eyes.

We waited at least ten minutes before running into the hallway and taking the back stairwell up to the fourth floor again.