Okay this chapter is pretty long and a little fast but it suppose to be that way. For those who read The Jealousy Of A Malfoy this chapter has many references to that story. Okay thats it, thanx for reading!

"No, no, no."

"Oh come on Dee. It's the only way you'll get over him completely."

"I don't wanna get over him…I just want him to suffer." Blaise just stood there perplexed.

"Okay I'm confused. Why did you owl me?" Decora faked a sweet smile.

"Draco's been cheating on me," she said. "I threw him out five days ago."

"And we're trying to help her move on," Hermione added.

"Mione, don't you understand? I can't move on, I love him too much." As Hermione was about to respond, they heard a knock at the door. They looked up wondering who would actually knock rather than apparate in. Decora already knew. "Who is it?" she said sourly.

"You know who it is. Let me in!" Draco said. Decora sighed. "Can you guys give us a minute?"

"Sure," they said as they all apparated out. Decora took a large breath. She opened the door a crack and looked into a pair of beautiful gray eyes.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you, Dee. Please let me in." Decora scowled and opened the door.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"Do you want a divorce?" Decora was slightly taken back by the question. She didn't want him yet she needed him around.

"No."

"Then do you forgive me?" Decora almost laughed. She found it funny that he thought she would forgive him so easily.

"No."

"Then what do you want? Look Dee I'm sorry but I can't…I can't…"

"I understand. You want both of us. You can't be with me and be without him"

"Yes," Draco said surprised. "How did you know?"

"It doesn't matter. I love you too much to make you choose." She had her back to him and her head was down. "I'll take you back but I want you to promise me something."

"Anything, love."

"Promise me that you love his gender, not him. And that you love me and my gender." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the teardrop vial. Draco's arms slowly wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him.

"I promise…besides I don't even think he wants me anymore."

"Be that as it may, I want to know about it when he comes over."

"Of course. I love you."

"I love you too." Her small hand reached up to his chin. She pulled his lips into hers and cherished every second. She had missed those lips. It wasn't like their normal kisses. This was more like their first kiss. Soft and innocent. But Draco obviously wanted more as he made his way to her neck and collarbone. She gasped. He knew exactly how to pleasure her. He pulled her toward their room and laid her on he edge of the bed. She wanted to stop him but it felt to good. He sucked at her neck and slid his hand into her shirt. Her head shifted to the side and her eyes were half lidded. As Draco continued to pleasure her chest with his tongue, her eyes opened slightly. She looked at the other side of the room and saw Harry sitting there. He had a smirk on his face and his fingers at his lips. She heard his voice in her head. He's mine he said. As her eyes shut tight she saw Harry pounding into Draco in their bed.

"Stop!" she yelped. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. She gulped, "too soon." Draco looked down at her smiling.

"Fine, Dee. You tell me when your ready," He said lying next to her. Decora stared at he ceiling. She hadn't even realized she was panting. She looked back to see no one was in the room except her and Draco.

"I can't sleep in here. I'm staying on the couch."

"Okay. Good night

"G'night," she said. As she lay down on the couch she wondered if taking Draco back would be as easy as she thought. She subconsciously pulled out the potion and examined it.

"Dee, Dee. Are you awake?" Draco whispered. Decora's eyes fluttered opened to grey ones. The smell of cinnamon and syrup wafted into her nose.

"Pancakes?"

"Yep, cinnamon pancakes. Your favorite."

"Hmm, you're just trying to get back on my good side," she said lovingly. She pulled him in to a chaste kiss and stood. "It could work. Come here I want to show you something," she said pulling him into the hallway. They were now standing across from their bedroom. "Effingo cella," she said outline a door on the bare wall. As her wand left it, the door started to glow. As the light subsided the door opened to reveal another master bedroom. "This is the fuck room. And unless you wanna sleep in a hotel, you won't confuse the fuck room with the bedroom." The room was identical to the bedroom save for the color scheme. While the bedroom focused on green and silver, the fuck room focused on dark shades of red. I must be crazy she thought. My husband is having an affair with a man and I'm providing him with a room to do so. Yet she felt more powerful because she was controlling said affair. "Now lets eat those pancakes!"

"After you Dee," Draco said.

As Decora put the dirty dishes in her dishwasher she heard a pop and looked up to see Harry in front of her. His wand was at the ready and he had an apprehensive look on his face. She sighed.

"I'm not gonna hurt you Harry. I just want to talk to you."

"Fine." Harry cautiously sat on the couch and looked up at his half-sister.

"I'm not mad anymore…well actually I am mad. I'm mad that my husband cheating on me, with my brother and I'm mad that I can't supply my husband with a child but I'm not bitter. Their's a difference. I'm not going to penalize," she said chuckling, "you for releasing your sexual tension. I just wanna brief you on the rules."

"Rules for an affair?" Harry looked at her incredulously.

"Rules for an affair." She said confidently. "Draco's already agreed to them so you might wanna hear them. Rules number one: no using the bedroom, just the fuck room."

"You made a fuck room?"

"Yes. Rule number two: for Merlins sakes, use a muffliato charm!

"Sure."

"Good. Rule number three…

"How many rules are there?" Harry said exasperated. Decora ignored him.

"Rule number three: Do not, I repeat, do not become emotionally attached."

"Why? Are you scared I'll steal your man?"

"No," she said coolly. Bastard she thought. "I'm a woman who knows how to keep her man."

"Really? Because it seems like you've let him off the leash a little too often."

"Do you know how petty you sound right now, Harry? You may be able to satisfy his body but I have already claimed his soul. He loves me and he's loyal to me above all others. He loves me like Ginny loves you. Unconditionally," she said smirking. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"Because you are my brother and she is my friend. I care about both of you and I refuse to be the one who breaks you two apart."

"Thank you," Harry said fixing her with his emerald eyes.

"Your welcome. Are you excited?"

"For what?"

"The baby," Decora said.

"Oh that. Yeah, I'm really excited," Harry, said sarcastically.

"You don't look it."

"Well I'm kinda nervous. I never thought about children before but now that they're on their way I am excited."

"You should count yourself lucky," Decora said looking down at her flat stomach. "You are set for life."

"I've always been set for life. Trust me theirs nothing lucky about."

"Your not the only one who's had their future planned for them. My father intended for me to become a deatheater, kill you, get married, have a son and promote darkness for the rest of my days." Decora looked up to see Harrys face unfazed. "That wasn't what I meant. Your lucky that you will have a child that loves you."

"Can we change the subject? This is way to uncomfortable."

"Fine. What do you wanna talk about 'till dray comes home?"

"Your father." Decora's eyes widened slightly. She was reminded of an unbearable pain.

"What about him?" she asked curtly.

"When I was in the Malfoy dungeons…you told me you wanted to help but you couldn't disobey. Were you just whining or were you genuinely scared?" Decora's yes narrowed again and Harry feared shed snap again.

"Do you really want to know how cruel he was? Do you really want to know what other atrocities he committed?" Harry stiffened and nodded "fine follow me." She motioned towards the fuck room. As Harry entered, decora shut the door behind them. "My father was truly the most disgusting, cruel and coldhearted man I have ever known," she said as she proceeded to take her shirt off. As the black fabric left her skin Harry realized how sadistic Voldemorte was. "He was also the most abusive." Her back was completely scarred. The scars seemed fresh and Harry could smell the dead skin. The scars criss-crossed against each other and came to one point in the middle of her back. The spot was slightly blocked by Decora's white bra. Each scar had a small strip of dry blood and Harry did not need to be told who gave her the scars. "Insubordination came with severe consequences. He used the proprius charm to make sure they never go way." She held her breath and turned her back to Harry. "Take it off," she whispered. Harry gingerly undid her bra and gasped. In the middle of her back was dark bruise. It looked like a black spot and seemed to grow out of her back. "He punched me there when I refused to receive the dark mark." As Harry redid her bra his eyes fought to overflow.

"My sister," Harry whispered. "My brave, brave sister." He wrapped his arms around her tightly and hugged her to him lovingly. "I'm so sorry."

"I know."

The end for now. One more thing, the next chapter will be a flasback to when Voldemorte was alive. Thanx for reading and please reveiw!