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CHAPTER FIVE:

After eating 1/3 of the candies in the bag, I started to feel full. I knew that if I stopped eating now, though, Draco would probably slap me, so I continued eating. After eating ½ of all the goodies, I felt as though I would throw up if I ate anything else. I looked up at Draco, only to notice that he was watching me struggle to eat everything. He raised an eyebrow at me. I bit my lip and shook my head. "I can't eat anymore. I feel sick."

"You barely ate half and you feel sick already; that is unacceptable."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I'm not used to eating this much," I replied, tears in my voice.

"Please don't cry, Pansy. This is going to be a gradual build p. First we will start with getting you to eat something at every meal, and then we will work on normal sized meals."

"Don't you worry about me getting fat?"

Draco let out a laugh. "Good God, no. Now tell me, Pansy, do you think that my mother is fat?"

I opened my eyes wide at the though of someone even thinking Narcissa Malfoy was fat. "Absolutely not."

"Mother eats three normal sized meals a day, and sometimes also has teas. I don't worry about you becoming fat. Besides, if I felt that you were becoming overweight, I would limit how much food was put on your plate." I looked down at my hands, unsure of how to word my next question. "What is your question, Pansy?"

I furrowed my brows. "How did you know I wanted to ask a question?"

"Well, it would appear that every time you want to ask a question, but don't know how to word it, or how I will accept it, you look down at your hands and bite your bottom lip."

"Oh," was my only response. Draco read me better then I expected.

"Now, what did you want to ask?"

"I was wondering, if it wasn't too much trouble, if you could write my mother and father before next break to tell them about the three meals a day?"

"It's no trouble, but why can't you do it?"

"Well," I bit my lip, "my…umm…my father would think that I was lying. He…umm…doesn't believe me very often."

"Oh, and what happened to cause him to never believe you?"

"I was a girl and not a boy," I simply stated. It was a fact that was probably true for most pureblood females. Your father, and sometimes your mother, never really loved or cared for you. The seldom believed a word you said, merely because you were a female and not a male.

Draco laughed. "Oh yes, the unwanted child. I believe my parents said it took your parents three days to name you."

"It's not funny," I said, just before returning to my book. Draco just smirked before returning to his previous occupation of thinking.

Several hours later, Draco decided that it was time to get changed into our mandatory school robes. He brought down my trunk and opened it to find that my school robes were laying neatly on top.

Draco undressed me until I was only in my underclothes. He furrowed his brow and glared at something on my arm. I glanced at my arm to try and see what he was glaring at. And there on my arm was a bruise where I had been grabbed angrily and shaken.

Draco pulled my chin up till I was looking him in the eye. "How many more bruises are on you, that spells are currently covering." I looked away, trying to get away from those eyes. He slapped me once and growled, "Look at me, Pansy. Now answer the question."

I looked up into those ice blue eyes and a tear fell from my eye. "A lot."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "A lot? Are we talking about ten? Twenty? More?"

I bit my lip. "I don't like to count. It depresses me." At Draco's raise of an eyebrow, not to mention one hand, I swiftly tried to answer the question. "I would have to guess, though, somewhere between twenty and thirty."

Draco lowered his hand. "Twenty or thirty marks on my fiancé? Did you do something to deserve it?"

"Father felt it was necessary to remind me of the beating that will await me should I mess up in anything this term." I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. "It will probably happen again before we come back at Christmas."

Draco choose to ignore my last comment for the moment. He pulled on my clothes and folded up the ones I had been wearing. He then put my trunk up before taking down his. While Draco changed, I fixed my make up and fixed a few bobby pins.

Draco put his trunk back up just as I was repacking my purse. Draco sat back down and looked at me. "Are these beatings a regular occurrence?"

I looked up at him in surprise. I thought that we had finished discussing this topic. "Umm, yes, I guess so."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "How regular?"

"Every birthday, Christmas, Easter, and Halloween."

"Is it always this bad?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "More or less. One time I was knocked unconscious, while one time I only had a dozen or so bruises."

"I will not allow this tradition to continue any longer. I will not allow anyone to damage my possessions. No one; not even you."

"Yes, Draco." At my words, the train stopped. Draco got up and grabbed my hand to pull me up. He opened the door for me and led me off the train.

You see, Draco was raised to be a proper gentleman. He was taught to open the door for a lady, lady's first, and that a gentleman always pays for a lady. Draco would never hit most girls, but since I was his private property, that excluded me.

Once we got off the train, we saw a giant trying to usher all first years toward a lake. Draco led me in that direction. We found out that we had to go in a boat to the castle, and there had to be four to a boat. We found Crabbe and Goyle and climbed into the boat.

The ride to Hogwarts was boring, and I found nothing spectacular about the castle. Sorting took place and both Draco and I were sorted into Slytherin.

Shortly after I sat down, Harry Potter was called up. The hat was on him for a full minute before it finally pronounced him a Gryffindor. Draco let out a string of curses, which I tried my hardest to ignore. Draco looked at me and smirked. "You don't like cursing, do you?"

I looked at him and replied, "Not in particular, but I can deal with it."

"Why do you dislike it so much?"

"Mother says cursing is the mark of lower classes and that we shouldn't degrade ourselves like that."

"Well, I wouldn't want to have anyone accuse me of being from a lower class."

When sorting had finally finished, the food appeared before us. Draco put a piece of chicken, some mashed potatoes, and a piece of bread on my plate. "Eat all of that, Pansy."

"Yes, Draco."

Draco then helped himself to a plateful three times the size of mine. I only had the mashed potatoes left by the time Draco had finished. I struggled to finish the potatoes, but I managed.

Draco patted my hand in an approving gesture. "Well get there, peach blossom."

Draco decided that since I had forced down al of my food without a warning from him, he wouldn't force me to eat any dessert.

We listened idly to the start of term announcements before following our prefect to the common rooms. When we arrived at the common rooms, we were met by Professor Snape. "I am Professor Snape, potions master and Head of Slytherin. You two will be sharing a living quarter down the married and betrothed hall." Snape showed us the tapestry behind which this hall was located. "Yours is the third door on the right."

"Thank you, Professor," Draco said.

"Not at all. It happens with at least one couple every year, Mr. Malfoy. Now good night, Miss Parkinson, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco led the way to the room Professor Snape had indicated. It led to a living room with a couch, two love seats, two arm chairs, and two tables. From there, Draco led me down a small hall, and opened the first door we came to.

"Ah, here's your room, my dear. The house elves have already unpacked your things so lets get you changed." Draco walked to the wardrobe and pulled out a night dress. Draco stripped off all my clothes and laid them, folded, on my bed. He then walked to me with his wand raised, and said, "Finite incantatem."

All at once, all of the spells that had been placed on me this morning faded into oblivion. Draco walked around me slowly, causing me to squirm under his eye. "28 bruises," he stated matter-of-factly. "I will write to your parents tonight about this, and the food situation."

"Thank you."

"Now, I have a deal for you," he said, pulling my night dress over my head. Draco led me to an armchair in my room and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. "I know that you really want to regain the privilege of dressing yourself. I am correct in thinking this, am I not?"

"Yes, Draco."

"I am willing to give you back that privilege if you are able to eat everything I put on your plate for a month. I won't put on more then I think you can handle, but that is the deal. Every time you are unable to eat everything on your plate, the month will begin again the next day. Understood?"

"I understand, Draco."

"Good. Now I think it is time you went to bed." Draco picked me up and laid me on the bed. "Good night, little flower."

"Good night, Draco. And thank you."

"For what?"

"Saving me from my father."

"You are mine. I won't allow anyone to hurt you. Now go to sleep."

"Yes, Draco."