Chapter 12

~Chimera~

A/n: Life hasn't been all pink and fluffy these past few months, nor is it now, but I did promise I'd finish this story so… yeah. I know that as a reader it's hard to cope with the idea that a story isn't being updated frequently, I know I have problems dealing with that. But I try to remind myself that the person behind the words isn't a paid author, it's a hobby, perhaps more than that, given the feedback that they get from us readers, but at the end of the day (or in this case beginning) they have to first take care of their true lives before relaxing in the fictional ones. Jobs, courses, exams, school, tests, even kids and a spouse, I know each Fan fiction author has at least one of them, as do I, so please try to keep that in mind. The chapters are still short, but it's the only way I'll be able to finish this story, if I keep worrying about their length I'll never put pen to paper (finger to keyboard), it'd just stay here, on my computer until the latter breaks down. If you can't deal with that then I totally understand and I fully encourage you to read other works here on fanfiction. If you decide to leave a review, I'll appreciate it tremendously and answer it, but please don't say something like "your chapters are too short" because like I've already said, I KNOW that, I am fully aware of that and I DO NOT like that fact either, but the only other option I have is not writing this story (that is not to say that I don't appreciate criticism, it's just that I think it would be a lot more helpful pointing out the things I don't know instead of the ones I am already aware of). There are some things I can do and some I can't, writing long chapters goes into the "can't" category. I've tried and failed, ergo I decided to accept it for now, and hope that one day I'll be able to do something more about it.

English is not my first language, I haven't used it in a while aside from a couple of books here and there and also this story isn't betaed so please keep that in mind.

Maybe he knew that if he so much as took a step in the house I would attempt (and hopefully succeed) to kill him, hence I hadn't seen him for the past three weeks, but even if not present, he was still able to muck my life up.

I opened the door with a flourish, knowing Adrian was on the other side. I was in a particularly good mood, having been Malfoy free for over 20 days. My lover however had a glum look upon his face.

'What's wrong?' I asked, my smile wavering.

He came in and stood in the middle of the room, his back stiff and his mouth in a straight line.

'I have come to tell you I will soon be wed'

I felt the bed and sat down, not trusting my legs.

'To whom?' I asked minutes later.

He took a deep breath and said the name between his teeth 'Pansy Parkinson'

'But you hate her!'

He didn't reply, he neither negated, nor affirmed my statement. And then, looking at him with my wide eyes, it downed on me: he was being punished.

'I'm so sorry' I whispered, knowing that even though he, to some degree, loved me, he still couldn't help but hold me at least a little responsible for his gloomy future.

He didn't stay anymore, we both knew it wouldn't be wise.

I wanted to rip the room to shreds, to throw vases at the wall, unfortunately there wasn't much to work with and definitely no pots to smash, who brought flowers to the woman he paid.

Things were getting worse by the day, ever since Theo left me. Malfoy was doing everything in his power to make my life even more miserable; but why? Was he really that sick, didn't he think it was enough? I didn't understand what he wanted from me? to submit to him? Would that satisfy him? Would I be able to… but then again, I had lost Adrian as well, was there anything else he could take from me, aside from the last shred of dignity?

The more pressing matter at hand was my new number of lovers; I wasn't allowed to have less than two. I was pretty sure Malfoy wouldn't kill me, it'd be too easy for him. And since he was now the head of the family, the only threat that was left was the Matron.

I didn't want to die. Yes, I sometimes yelled at the top of my lungs, between sobs that I'd be better off dead, but deep down inside I knew that was nonsense, I was an intellectual, as long as I could breathe, I could use my brain, and as long as I could do that, I didn't want to die, no matter the circumstances.

As I'd assumed, no man would let me even get close to him, much less want to take me on as their lover, they stirred away from me faster than they'd have were I to be suffering from dragon pox.

On the other hand I also wasn't seeing Malfoy anywhere. He didn't come to visit me or his other "friends".

Another week later I found myself desperately wanting to see Malfoy, something I never thought I'd desire, but after the second threat from the House, I figured my best chances lay in the arms of the devil himself.

A/N: next chapter will be up next week. Also I've been reading a really good and unique fanfic called Randy Man's Playbook by BittyBlueEyes. If you have the time, give it a try, I'm sure you'll love it (please keep in mind that it is an M rated story, as is this)