"Do I look aright?" Isabel asks as she looks at herself in the mirror. Not sure about the red dress that she's wearing. "This isn't too suggestive is it?"

Tom snorts as he reclines on the bed with his hands on his chest. "We're not in the forties anymore. What you're wearing is considered tame." He answers as he watches her check herself out again. His eyes travel from her exposed legs all the way up to her dipping neck line and his blue eyes darken. "You look good." He admits with his crossed legs bouncing impatiently against the mattress.

"I don't know…" she mumbles to herself as she chews on her lower lip.

Calpurnia sits up beside Tom on the bed and he picks her up, placing her on his chest. "Tell Mommy she looks pretty." He tells the little girl, loud enough for Isabel to hear. Calprunia claps her hand and coos something in reply and Tom lifts his eyes brows. "See, she thinks you look fine."

Isabel tears her eyes away from her reflection and smiles over at her daughter and Tom who's holding her. She tries to forget what happened earlier this morning and if Tom was willing to pretend like he didn't snap at her then she was going to pretend as well. Things go a lot smoother when she forgets what a jerk he can be. She walks over to them and picks the little girl up.

"Is she eating with us too?" Isabel asks as she touches her daughter's hair. "If she isn't I'm going to put her in her pajamas."

"Do you think it would be wise for her to be around the people who are coming tonight?" he asks, watching his wife closely.

She shrugs her shoulders and sits down beside him on the bed. "I'd rather her be with us but she has already had her dinner." She says honestly. She turns over to him and places her arm on his chest so she can lean on him. "We can do what you think is best."

He smirks and touches her hair. "Good choice of words. You should put her in her pj's now." He says and she nods her head. "I don't think she would enjoy being around the stuffy adults that will be over… and I don't think they want to dodge the food she'll try to throw at them."

Isabel snorts and stands up to walk to the nursery. She takes the velvet dress and tights off of Calpurnia and smiles down at her as she puts on the pink baby sleeper. Calpurnia yawns and stretches her body as Isabel runs her fingers down her stomach.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" She holds the little girls against her shoulder, giving her the white pacifier and rubbing her back. "Tom," she calls to get his attention, he walks into the nursery and leans against the doorframe. "What time is everyone coming?"

He looks down at his watch and then back to her. "Everyone will be showing up in about fifteen minutes."

"I'm going to try to get her to sleep. Do you mind if I'm a little bit late getting down there?" she asks softly, hoping he's in a better mood.

He looks down at his watch again and sighs. "Just don't be too late." He walks towards them and kisses Calpurnia's head. "Goodnight, little girl." He says quietly before winking at Isabel and leaving the room.

She watches him go with a little smile on her face before shaking her head and sitting down on the rocking chair. He murdered someone this morning in front of a whole crowd of people and then he can play the loving family man. What kind of a person is he? Isabel leans back in the chair and runs her fingers through her daughter's hair, the hair the same jet black as Tom's and she groans. He's the kind of person she can't away from so there is no good in sitting around and complaining about him.

Calpurnia is asleep in ten minutes so Isabel gently places her in her crib and covers her up with a soft blanket. She kisses her cheek and then leaves the room to go to the dinning hall to meet Tom and his stupid 'followers.' Of course they're all early and when she opens the door she's met with the Malfoy family, Octavian and his wife, the Lestrange's, and a few other's that she doesn't know the name of. Bellatrix eyes her dress and Isabel makes a mental not to tell Tom not to invite her places anymore.

They all stand when she enters and surprisingly Tom does too and he holds out his chair for her. She eyes him suspiciously as she sits down but he avoids her gaze and drinks his wine when he settles back in his seat at the head of the table.

"Congratulations on your wonderful speech today, My Lord." Lucius Malfoy says, raising his glass. "I believe it was a success."

The rest agree and raise their glasses in salute of it. Isabel reluctantly lifts her glass as well and Tom smirks at her as she does this. After everyone cheers and congratulates him she downs her whole glass in one gulp and watches it refill with shining eyes. The first course is served and conversation dies down to an occasional hum as everyone digs into the delicious food set out before them. Tom takes a few bites of his meal and then sits back in his chair, surveying his guest. Isabel watches him do this out of the corner of her eyes but knows better then to question him.

"I have a proposition." He says, startling everyone out of there peace. He's sitting against the back of his chair with a glass of wine in his hands. "Since you all are bound to me personally, I know that it won't leave this room."

Isabel watches him closely as the people agree and nod their heads in acceptance. "We're right where we want to be. We've reached our goal of making England completely wizard dominated and are working towards solidifying our hold on other countries." He says, watching them with his sharp eyes. "Hogwarts only accepts pureblood children and halfbloods if they pay full tuition." He states and then he puts his glass down. "Mudbloods are still being produced in non-magical families and they're causing a menace to muggle societies."

Bellatrix snorts. "Let them." she says.

Tom's eyes snap to hers. "I use to think that to. I use to think that they were useless but now I see their purpose." Isabel places her hands on her lap and furrows her brows as he continues speaking. "I think we need to open a school for the mudbloods and allow them to learn magic in a controlled environment. They will go for four years as opposed to Hogwart's seven and they will only learn basic principals of magic."

"They'll be allowed to carry wands?" Isabel asks.

He nods his head. "With proper identification and papers of their blood status they can. We won't let them contaminate or integrate with our pureblooded children, but we can use them to do jobs that we don't want to do, paying them a lower rate, and they will strengthen our numbers against the muggles when we expose ourselves to them."

"That's just asking for an uprising." Isabel tells him, ignoring everyone else in the room and staring at her husband. "If you make them second class citizens and give them a little bit of power they will try to over throw you."

"Not if we get them young enough, then they won't know the difference."

She shakes her head. "There will always be someone who says that isn't right. It's basic human law to be equal with one another."

"That's why we have the public executions to stamp down that kind of person and to set fear in others who think that way." He says, staring into her eyes.

"What if more magical children of muggles are produced then fullblooded magical ones?" she asks diplomatically. She sits forward in her chair and rests her hands on the table. "They'll out number you and I doubt many of them will want to fight against their parents or families in your armies if they were brought up in a muggle world and then thrown into a world where they're treated worse then anyone."

He taps his fingers against the arm rest of his chair. "That's why I think we'll have people go out into the muggle communities and test these mudblood children. Only the most powerful will be allowed to come to us and then we'll send them into the four year program that I'm sure will change they're mind about things."

"Weren't you the one that said mudbloods steal their magic from regular witches and wizards?" she asks, changing topics. "How does that factor into this plan?"

"We aren't talking about that." He says sharply and then he finally breaks eye contact with her and looks around the table. "What are your thoughts on the matter?" he says to the table as they look between him and his wife with interest.

"I think it's a wonderful idea." Bellatrix says and everyone at the table agrees. Isabel wants to roll her eyes.

Octavian clears his throat. "My Lord, if I may." Tom nods his head. "During this four year learning program would we erase the memories of their prior lives. Like Isabel said, they wouldn't want to fight against they're families… but if they didn't know they had families in the first place then that would work, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, that was the plan." Tom says with a smirk and everyone at the table nods their head and tells them it's a wonderful idea again. "This way we can keep tabs on them and there is no other untapped source of magic gathering on the other side."

"But what about the older people who know what it was like before you took over? If you have these schools for muggle born children… what if they try to school them on equal rights? Isn't that what happened the first time?"

Tom turns to Isabel again and skim his eyes over her body. "I didn't know you would have so much so say on the matter." He says with a tilt of his eyebrows. "The blood traitors in our world are being taken care off and should be a distant memory once this reform school is set up."

"If they don't join the army what kind of jobs will you give them?" she asks again and he glares at her.

"Do you not like the idea?" He snaps and the people at the table have gone silent.

She chews her lower lip as she stares at him. "No, I like the idea…" she lies just for the sake of not having him yell at her. "I'm just making sure all areas are covered."

"I can assure you I have that all taken care of." He snaps again and she falls to the back of her chair and downs her glass of wine again. "Malfoy, I want you to look into finding a building to hold this kind of program and Octavian I want you to put together a set schedule for the classes and the teachers, and the rest of you I want you to think of different alternatives for the growing number of mudbloods."

"Yes, My Lord." They all say.

Tom turns to Isabel. "and I want you to stop questioning me."

"I was only trying to help." She says softly, drinking another glass of wine. "I want your plan to succeed." Another lie, but he's going to yell at her soon and she wants to deaden that outcome.

He snorts and turns away from her. The rest of night she doesn't speak as he discusses other plans to his inner circle. Every time her glass refills she gulps it down so by the time everyone is gone she is completely drunk. As Tom stands in the main hallway to see off his people Isabel sits on the stairs and takes off her shoes and starts singing. He glares at her over his shoulder and she smiles

"Stop making that noise." He says sharply as he walks past her to go to his study.

"I'm singing." She says, standing up to follow him. For some reason all that wine makes her want to touch him. "I like to sing. Do you like to sing, Tom?"

"What you were just doing was not singing." He says, stepping into his office and trying to close the door in her face but she stops it with her foot. "Go to bed." He orders, turning around to glare at her. "You drank too much tonight… like some uncivilized barbarian."

For some reason Isabel finds that very funny and she starts laughing. He narrows his eyes again and grabs her arm to push her out of the room but she throws her arms around his neck and kisses him hard on the mouth. He grabs her wrists and pushes her back, wiping off his mouth with his free hand.

"You just got spit all over me." She laughs again and tries to touch him. "It's not funny. You're acting like an idiot."

"Tom, don't call me names." She says with a pout. "I don't like it when you're mean to me… well… I do like it some times." She admits drunkenly as she walks over to his liquor case and takes out his bottle of firewhiskey. He's behind her in a second and takes it out of her hands. "Tom…"

"You're not drinking anymore. You're already wasted." He says angrily, putting the glass back. "Now go to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed. I want to talk to you." She says, turning around and touching him again. Why can't she stop touching him? "Tom, why did you burn down my house?"

"What?" he says sharply. Totally annoyed with her as he walks away and sits down on his desk chair.

"My house, Prewett Manor. Why did you burn it down?"

"Who told you that?"

She walks over to him of shaky legs and sits on the desk. "Mrs. Weasley told me. Did you know that we're related… she's like my great grand niece or something." She laughs again. "Isn't that funny… that I'm older then her but she's older then me." She looks at Tom and touches his hair. "You know since I'm related to the Weasleys that means you're related to the Weasleys because you are my husband."

He flicks her hand off of him and looks down at the stack of papers on his desk. Trying to ignore her now. "You know, I like that you're my husband." She says, looking out the window with her flushed face and unfocused eyes. He watches her closely out of the corner of his eyes now. Wanting to know what else she has to admit. "I never thought that I'd like you that much." She says and he narrows his eyes. "But I do." She turns to him again and he looks back down at his papers. "Do you think I like you so much because you're so handsome? Is that shallow of me to only like you because you're good looking?"

"Get out." He says pushing her off of his desk.

She lands on her bottom but doesn't move to get up. She starts to laugh and then a sad noise leaves her lips. "That's not the only reason why I like you." She says softly, suddenly fascinated by her dress. She sits up on her knees and touches him again. She can't stop touching him. "I love you, Tom." She says, kissing his jaw. "I think I love you because you're so smart, and witty, and funny when you don't try to be." She starts to kiss his neck and he settles back a little bit so she can have more room to do so. She places a hand on his leg and the other she places in his hair. "I don't like it when you're so mean to me… but I do like it when you're in control. I like how powerful you are." She says, admitting things that she would be mortified to say when she was sober.

"You're drunk." He says, gripping his papers with his hands. "You need to go to bed."

"I need you." She says, rubbing her hand over the front of his pants. He inhales deeply, not use to her being so forward. "I want you to make love to me, Tom."

"You're drunk." He says again but makes no move to change his position.

"I want you to take me on your desk." She says into his ear. He turns his head to look at her and she kisses him urgently. "Please, Tom. I'm wet already. I need it."

"You are going to be so embarrassed tomorrow when I tell you about this." He says as he sits back. Allowing her to stand in front of his chair and remove her red dress. "You aren't going to believe it."

"I'll remember." She says when she's down to her bra and knickers. She leans forward and places her hands on his legs as she kisses him again. "Tell me you love me again." She says against his lips.

"Take off your bra." He says with a smirk as she stands back up straight.

She reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes darken as she does this and he sits forward in his chair, putting hands behind her back to pull her closer to him. She runs her fingers through his dark hair as he plays and sucks on her breasts. His fingers hook in the band on her knickers and he kisses her stomach as he slowly slides them down her legs.

"Do you like the way I look?" she asks him as he sits back to survey her again. He nods his head tightly and she can see his arousal through his pants. "Do you like the way I look better then Bellatrix Lestrange?" she asks seriously.

He snorts and stands up, situating her so that she's sitting on his desk. "Bellatrix Lestrange has the body of a fifty year old woman." He says kissing her neck and spreading her legs with his hands. "So yes, I like you much better."

"What about Sylvia Kennoth? Do you like the way I look better then her?" he pulls back and raises an eyebrow at that.

"That was a long time ago." He says. "Unbutton my shirt." He orders and she sits up straight to unbutton his dark dress shirt. She kisses his exposed chest as it becomes visible to her and he watches her with intense eyes as he rubs the smooth skin on her body.

"But she liked you an awful lot." She says letting his shirt fall open and pressing her naked chest against his as she kisses him again. "Do you remember? She was always coming out of your room seventh year."

"Yes, I remember." He snaps. Unbuckling his pants and watching her and she sits back with her hands behind her back, practically inviting him to touch her again. "It doesn't matter."

"Did you fuck her?" she asks using language she would never allow herself to use with out the urging of wine. "All those times you yelled at me for kissing Sam, did you fuck her while I was doing that?"

"Yes." He says, grabbing her hips to situate her at the edge of the table so he can ease himself in side of her.

"I don't want to fuck anyone but you." She admits as he uses his fingers to play with her. She arches her back and gasps when his fingers skim over her most sensitive spot. "Tom, you're the only person I've ever wanted like this." She says softly as he brings up his fingers to lick off her essence.

"You know I would kill whoever else you did want like this." He says and she smiles. Her drunk mind finding that endearing. "Tell me how much you want me." He says, easing himself inside of her but pulling out completely until she tells him.

"I want you more then anything." She says, closing her eyes and biting her lip as he teases her some more. "Please, I want you, Tom. I need you inside me." He hooks her legs under his arms and lets her knees rest in the crooks on his elbows as she falls back on the desk. She reaches out to touch his chest and lets her fingers slide down his smooth stomach. "I love you."

He slides into her easily and watches her face as he pulls back and thrusts in again. She's making delicious little noises as her flushed face turns to the side and she bites her hand from yelling out. He watches her body underneath him and almost wishes she was drunk more often. He lets her legs fall from his arms and he hooks them around his hips so he can fall on top of her and kiss her.

"You're perfect." He says before he kisses her lips.

She moans in response and wraps her arms around his back. He stands up straight again and grips her hips to give himself more power as he uses her body. Her back arches and bunches up a stack of papers in her hands as she clenches around him and calls out his name. Tom tightens his jaw, making it twitch, in an attempt to keep his control but he loses it when clenches around him one last time. He stops himself from making noise and nearly bites his lip off as he slowly milks his orgasm with slow strokes. He collapses on top of her breathing heavily into her ear.

"I don't care that you're evil." She says groggily, almost ready to pass out. "I'll do whatever you want…. I'll give you as many children as you want… if you keep on touching me like that." She says as she closes her eyes and turns her head.

"That's good to know." He says against her hair as he stands up and rights his clothes.

He helps her back into her underwear and she passes out on the one of the couches in his study as he scorgifies his desk and attempts to get a little more paper work done before he has to go to bed.

X

Isabel wakes up on the couch in the study and groans as the light assaults her eyes. She places her hand over her head and sits up, letting the blanket that was covering her fall and then she realizes she's only in her underwear so she grabs it to cover herself and looks around to make sure no one saw her. The room is completely empty.

She falls back on the couch because the room is spinning before taking a deep breath. She sits back up and scrunches up her eyes as a headache slams into her. She drank way too much last. Along with that thought comes images and she blushes deep scarlet when she realizes what she did. She sinks back down into the cushions of the couch and frowns. He'll never let her forget that.

After a few moments of trying to pretend like last night didn't happen she stands up, sending a rather embarrassed look over to Tom's desk, and wraps the blanket around her body a little tighter. She leaves the room, intending to take a shower and brush her teeth. She checks the nursery before she does this and notices that Calpurnia isn't in there. Figuring that Tom has her she takes a long shower, relaxing her muscles and soothing the bruise she now has on her back side. What a jerk Tom was to push her off his desk!

She gets dressed and once she's fully cleaned and ready for the day she walks out of the room to find her daughter. She walks down the twisted hallways with her hands behind her back. She catches a nervous looking house-elf who said Tom and the baby are out in the garden so Isabel goes out side and follows the trail towards them. She walks around, trying to find them and when she hears Tom's voice she stops.

"You shouldn't eat that." He says solidly. "You aren't going to like it." There's a pause and Calpurnia coughs. "See, I told you not to do that."

She turns the corner and sees Tom sitting on one of the stone benches, reading the paper while Calpurnia sits on a blanket in front of him wearing a light blue dress and matching hat. She's eating a handful of dirt.

"Tom." Isabel scolds as she walks over to the baby and takes the dirt from her hands. "No, honey, this is yucky." She says wiping off her small hands with the blanket. "It will make you sick." She says as Calpurnia sticks out her tongue in disgust.

"I told her she wouldn't like it." Tom says, not taking his eyes from the paper. Isabel rolls her eyes. "Hopefully the other children we have listen to me better then she does." That gets a glare from her and he smirks. "Don't you remember saying last night that you would have all the children that I wanted?"

She blushes and turns away from him. "I was drunk." She says wiping away more dirt from her daughter's face.

"Yes, you were, my needy little wife. I'm glad to know your real feelings about things." he says totally amused at the blush on her cheeks.

"You took advantage of the situation." She says, trying to cover for herself.

"I think you took advantage of me." He says standing over them and smiling down at Calpunia. "I kept telling you to go to bed."

"By pushing me off your desk. I have a bruise there now."

"You thought it was funny at the time. Thankfully for me I'm so extremely handsome that you will always forgive me whether you want to or not." He says before kneeling down and helping Calpurnia to her feet on shaky legs. "I want to show you something." He tells her. "Stand over there."

Isabel goes to the place that he pointed to and stands with her hands on her hips as Tom has Calpurnia wrap her little fingers around his. "Let's go to your mother." He says down to her, walking her over to Isabel.

She stays standing as he walks her towards Isabel who drops her hands and kneels down. Feeling some excitement build in her heart.

"Come here, baby." She says, holding out her arms. Calpurnia's eyes light up as her little, chubby legs move faster. Tom slowly lets go of her fingers and Calpurnia nearly runs the rest of her way by herself and Isabel catches her before she falls. "Oh, how wonderful!" she says excitedly. Kissing her daughters face all over the place. "You're so big now!"

"She did it this morning with out me even noticing." Tom drawls as he stands up and watches Isabel squeeze their daughter. "She was holding herself up against that statue over there and the next moment I looked up she was babbling and standing right in front of me with a huge smile on her face."

"Sweetheart!" she says happily. Almost wanting to cry. "You are a walker now! Tom, isn't she so big." She says with a smile, kissing her daughter again.

"Yes…" he trails off and then looks at his watch. "I have to go and drawl up that mudblood program plan." He says shortly. Isabel nods her head not really looking at him. "When I'm finished I want you to look at it."

Her face snaps to his as she straightens the baby's hat. "What?"

"When I'm finished writing it I want you to look at it… You obviously have some thoughts on the matter as opposed to my circle who just agree with whatever I say." He says, looking away from her. Not use to asking someone else for their opinion. "Alright?" he snaps.

She smiles at him and looks back down. "If you want me to." She says, almost wanting to laugh at him. She stands up and holds Calpurnia against her hip as Tom walks by them. He stops for the briefest moment to kiss her forehead and touch the baby's cheek. "Have fun." She says with a smirk.

"You stay away from the wine."