Hola! Sorry it took a few days to update, I had some stuff going on. I'll try to be faster next time. (: Hope you guys liked the last chapter, even if it was a little over the top... I mean how would you react if you found out your parents were Death Eaters, considering you thought you were a mudblood growing up? I personally would be very happy. (: But, I'm not normal or right in the head, so the logical reaction would be to have a nervy spaz. Haha, anyways this chapter is more with Draco and Bella's family. ENJOY!

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Chapter Two

Once Upon A Dream

Brown hair curtained his vision. Soft pink lips pressed onto his delicately. Her smell was intoxicating, like chocolate. She ran her hands through his blond locks. The ring on her finger glowed jade and diamonds. The gown she wore was white, and considerably short for a traditional dress. It came to her knees. Honey eyes stared at him ferociously, eying him.

She was so beautiful. He felt his chest was about to burst. He didn't know where they were. The only thing his brain processed was her. Her smell, her face, her body, her eyes...Oh, god, those eyes.

"Draco..." She whispered into his ear. Said boy gasped out.

"H-Hermione!"

Then it all suddenly went dark, his view morphing into something else. Draco almost cried. He was standing in a nice looking house. His view shifted to a room, with The Daily Prophet entries hung on them. The Dark Lord. His aunt, his father, his mother, himself.

And then the mudblood. She had her arms around a surprised looking Harry Potter and they jumped apart, startled. He remembered that one. He smirked to himself.

Just then three people entered the room. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but he knew one face for sure. The mudblood. After a few minutes, the girl broke down. He fell to the floor as she did, a heavy pain in his chest. Tears poured from her eyes, as they did from his.

He felt so frustrated with everything. So betrayed. Her honey eyes found him, as if begging him to do something, help her. He reached out but then she disappeared. This upset him.

Draco Lucius Malfoy woke with a start. He was gasping for air, and soon was sobbing. That dream had startled him so much. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. Another dream of the filthy mudblood? Ugh. He needed a cold shower. Or some anti-depressants.

After about an hour of freezing water, Draco eventually ventured downstairs, searching for breakfast. His mother was probably still in bed, mourning the loss of her husband.

It's not as if the man had died, just sent to Azkaban is all. House elves scurried about the place, dusting some of his mother's ridiculous furnishings here and there. She had an exotic taste that Draco didn't really care for. As he entered the dining room he noticed three places were set up.

He raised a pale brow. "Draco, darling." A bell-like voice cooed from behind him. Draco turned to see his mother Narcissa standing at the magnificent doorway. Her long blond hair fell down her left shoulder. She actually looked like she had made an effort that day, what with her silky jade robes. Still not her best.

She glided gracefully towards him and kissed his cheek. "You're up early." He commented, taking her manicured hand and guiding her to her normal place at the long table. Narcissa smiled wealky.

"Yes, well, we are expecting company for breakfast." Draco gave her a look. His mother had rarely interacted with anyone since his father had been locked up...or since...He shook his head. It wasn't long after Draco had taken his own seat that he heard a door swing open.

He sipped his orange juice. "That must be aunt Bella, then." As he predicted, the dark haired witch strolled into the room. Her blood red corset pushing her ridiculously large breasts out even more then usual. She seemed perky.

"Hello, Cissy. Drakey-poo!" Bellatrix called, happily taking a seat beside Narcissa. The blond woman regarded her sister with a smile.

"What, did Voldemort propose, then?" Draco asked, intrigued by his aunt's unusually cheerful mood. Bellatrix gave him a stern look, before the smile returned. She looked back at her sister, with a proud look on her face.

Bella hadn't seen her sister since they had gone to see Snape(Draco's god-father, mind you!) and beg him to watch over Draco. Not many knew that the potions master was the boy's godfather. Bella wasn't even so sure that Lucius knew.

But everyone knew that Catrina's little baby, Hermione was it, was her god daughter. She made sure of that! And now, with this news, Narcissa would be jumping for joy. Lucius and Voldy too, perhaps.

"No, Draco. But something almost as good." She promised. Narcissa's eyes sparkled. Was it news of her Lucius?

"Go on then, Bella. Don't keep us waiting. Out with it." Narcissa whined. Bellatrix grinned like the chesire cat itself. "Do you really want to know, Cissy?"

Narcissa pouted slightly and nodded.

"And what about you Drakey? It involves you greatly, as well." Draco sighed and watched an elf bring in there breakfast on a silver tray.

His thoughts were elsewhere. "I suppose." He muttered.

Bellatrix frowned prettily at him, but then turned excitedly to her sister. "Well, do you remember Cat, Cissy?"

Narcissa blinked. What? "Ehm, Catrina Maeve, you mean? The dead one?" Bellatrix nodded.

"Of course, she was your best friend." She put a single finger to her mouth in thought. "Father adored her, didn't he? Pity she and your precious god daughter died. Along with that bumbling idiot Bryson."

"Oh, you know you fancied him, Cissy." Bella teased. "And you were positively obsessed with Cat and I. Always following us around, stealing our clothes..." Narcissa blushed.

"Your point, sister?" She snapped.

"My point," Bella repeated, leaning in closer. "...is that Catrina and her family are still living." Narcissa stared at her sister like she was nuts.

"That's not possible. They found the bodies the next day and-"

"It wasn't them." Bellatrix concluded. "The Dark Lord himself confirmed it. He told me they had came to him, ready to fight. They were as powerful and healthy as ever.

I haven't seen them yet, but I expect to soon." Narcissa remained quiet.

"Their baby girl is about Draco's age, I think." Narcissa knew then what her sister was up to.

"Bellatrix, you didn't!" Bella smirked. At this point, Draco was very confused. What were the two biddies yelling about now?

Narcissa was taken aback. "My, Draco, really?"

Bellatrix beamed. Draco was paying full attention now. "Whats that supposed to mean, mum? What did I do?"

"Do they know you've done this?" Narcissa asked, eying her sister. Bellatrix nodded slightly. "I'm sure they've figured it out by now. We used to talk about it for ages." She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "If only I had sons."

Narcissa was smiling lightly. This was looking very very good for her family right now.

"This could secure our family's power, Cissy. Draco might even get off the hook." She was right. Draco stood. "What are you two crones babbling about, then?" He was slightly angry he was out of the loop.

Bellatrix motioned for him to sit.

"You're getting married."

"What?" Draco gasped, looking from his aunt to his mother in shock. Marriage? He was only sixteen.

"Oh, shush boy. She's a very pretty pureblood lady, with family ties closer to Voldemort's than ours. She could bring us the honor we need, and maybe, just maybe you wouldn't have to..."

Draco's eyes flared. He wasn't in the least bit happy about this. "You think I will not succeed?" He stood once again. "Well, I refuse! I don't need to marry to get into The Dark Lord's good graces-"

"Sit down, boy!" Bellatrix barked. Startled, Draco fell into his chair.

"You can't simply refuse. The spell is non-refundable. Only I can take it back and I refuse. Your father has caused too much disgrace for this family."

Draco ground his teeth. What a witch! Draco really didn't want to marry some snooty pureblood princess who was probably deflowered at age thirteen.

"What do you mean by spell?"

Bellatrix played with a strand of her wild hair, as if bored. "It's a spell that binds you to your betrothed at birth. Our family used to use it many years ago."

"What exactly does it do?" Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Well, it's made that so the caster puts a spell on the newborn baby girl. The closest born son in the caster's family is to marry said newborn. The closest born to the Maeve heiress was you, Drakey. When she turns seventeen, which I believe is next month, your little bonds will bring you two together."

"Meaning?" Draco growled, digging his knife into a sausage. Poor sausage...

"Meaning," Bella repeated with a sigh. "...you two are connected. Your pain is her pain. Her pain is your pain. You guys, until you're happily married are going to be so in tune with each other that you wont be able to distinguish who's feeling what."

Draco just stared. "D-does, this include dreams, too, then? Can we sense where they are or anything?" Bella pouted, thinking. "Hmm, I suppose it's possible. I wouldn't know. Never happened to me. But, I think the real expert here is Cissy." Narcissa nodded, the slightest movement of her head.

"That is, sadly, how your father and my marriage came about."

"Sadly?" Draco asked, confused. His parents, as far as he could tell, were deeply in love. That kind of obnoxious love that every single person in the room cant stand to be near them, it's so bloody well reminds them how they failed at finding someone like that. The kind that makes Draco want to kick someone in the stomach. Repeatedly.

Or maybe he just liked kicking people? Either, way it was still obnoxious and he'd always been jealous.

But, there was no way that he'd end up so lucky. Not him. Especially not with...He shivered.

"Do you know who their daughter is, then?"

Bellatrix shook her head, running a pale hand through her dark hair. "Nope. Not a clue. All I was told is that she is in Draco's year at Hogwarts and they will soon be announcing her." She took a bite of sausage.

Narcissa eyed her sister warily. There was a chance that the heir was someone who her son very well hated(there's a long list, it's not so unreasonable) or hated him in return. What if their bond alone couldn't bring them together? What if her Lucius never returned home? What if she never got grandchildren? It was all riding on Draco...

"So, Drakey-poo, whaddaya say?" Bellatrix asked, stealing an egg of her nephew's plate. Draco glared. It was alot of pressure. But not as much as the task Voldemort had given him. If there was a chance he and his family could escape the misfortune that stood before him, he'd have to take it. Even if he did live unhappily ever after, at least he'd be living.

"Fine. I will find and court Ms. Maeve, my fiancé." Bellatrix clapped her hands together. "Will you make an unbreakable vow?" Narcissa chuckled lowly, there had been alot of those recently.

"Fine." Draco ground out, standing from his chair.

"Cissy, would you?" Narcissa stood as well and watched as her sister grabbed her son's hand.

"Do you, Draco Malfoy, swear to seek out the Maeve heiress and court her?"

"Yes..."

"And to you promise to succeed in marrying her, securing our family's place among the Dark Lord's inner circle?"

"Yes!"

A silvery glow left the two's hand, and quickly Draco pulled his away from his aunt's as if her skin burned him. She smirked. "Thankyou, Drakey-poo. Now, tell me. You said something of dreams, now didn't you? Have you been feeling the bond?"

"Er, I don't think so." He sat back down, along with his mother who's lips were in a tight line.

"It was just a silly dream. I'm sure it's nothing of importance."

"Hm, I suppose." Bellatrix replied dreamily, giving him a curious look.

"Gibby, fetch the papers please." Narcissa murmured to a small, wrinkled house elf. It nodded and scuttled away from the intimidating family.

"I should start making wedding plans, shouldn't I?" Narcissa said to herself.

"Does the Dark Lord know of this, Auntie Bella?" Draco said with a hint of venom. Bellatrix fluttered her eye lashes. "Mm, I should really tell him, shouldn't I?"

"The sooner we get my Lucius the better."

"Now, now. Don't expect for the Dark Lord to be jumping all over us by this news alone. What will really get us on his good side is progress." She nodded, as if agreeing with herself. "I will tell him when Hermione accepts the engagement bond."

Draco spit out his orange juice, choking. "Hermione?"

"Yes, Draco, that's what they named her of course." She paused, thinking. "Though, it makes sense they would change names, right?" This calmed Draco down considerably. There was no way it could be that mudblood Granger. Not even in a million decades.

That dream was just a weird occurrence, nothing more.

It was probably someone from Hufflepuff or something. Yes, that made sense. A nice, dense, Hufflepuff girl. Perfect. Wouldn't be too hard to sneak around her.

"Oh, look Belly. The Maeves are in the Daily Prophet, they are!" Draco peeked over at the two ladies. Bellatrix grabbed for the paper, knocking over some glass cups. Narcissa frowned.

"Oh, Cat is as lovely as ever..." She snickered. "Bryson still looks like a loon."

"Is there anything in there about their daughter?" Draco asked, growing annoyed with his own loony family member.

"Da da da da blah blah blah ah! Their daughter, the Maeve heiress is none other then...oh. Oh dear." She looked as if she swallowed a bug.

"What is it?" Narcissa asked, worriedly. Bellatrix grew paler, if that was even possible. "Merlin, save us."

"What?" Draco hissed, grabbing the paper out of his aunt's hands.

He scanned until he found the spot Bellatrix had been saying snd began reading aloud, "is none other then, Hermione Jean Granger, member of the golden trio, Harry Potter's best friend, and bookworm..." His voice was barely a whisper when he finished.

Narcissa guffawed.

Draco nearly fainted. The dreams had meant something. He was dimmer then night time.

Bellatrix, quickly recovering wore a wicked grin. "No worries, my beloved nephew. Belly will save the day." Draco glared at her.

"How will you do that?"

Bellatrix held her chin up high. "By being the charming family we are, we shall win the girl over. When she is so tragically in love with our Drakey-poo, she will have to join us."

Draco coughed. "Yes, but one problem. She hates me. I doubt she'll even speak like a civil human being. Like I'd ever talk to her." He added.

Bellatrix shook her head, still grinning. "Now, Draco. You made an unbreakable vow." She leaned in closer to him. "What do you think that means?" Draco's face was red with anger. It looked unnatural on his usually pale complexion.

"She still hates me, what am I suppose to do?" He managed. The entire time, Narcissa gazed at her sister and son in horror. This wasn't happening to them! For sure the Dark Lord would punish them for Draco marrying Harry Potter's best friend?

"Draco, your a pretty boy. Woo her. Anything. Just don't mess it up. She'd be the perfect little spy." Then Narcissa saw what Bellatrix saw. It was a prize indeed and would earn them even more points. Slowly, she broke into a smirk.

Draco looked at his mother in disbelief. Surely, she had gone mad?

"Mum, you can't be agreeing with this old...old...hag?" Narcissa laughed, and then nodded. Bellatrix pouted, her eyes wide as if offended by the comment. He didn't regret the truth.

"Draco, do what Bella says." She sounded tired. "She's kept us alive this long, hasn't she?" Draco was about to say something, before Bellatrix sprung up from her seat.

"Now, I think I should pay Catrina a little visit. And then maybe my god-daughter?" She said as if no one was there. She nodded at her sister, and abruptly left, the front door slamming shut.

Draco's eyebrows were pulled up in confusion.

"Mum, that woman is the queen of loonieville."

Narcissa smiled broadly, and patted her son's shoulder. "Draco, darling. Our family is royalty in loonieville. How could you expect any less?"

Draco's anger subsided as he chuckled. "I don't know."

END

Hope you luuurrrvvedd the fruit of my labor! I'm not British, but I'm using as many terms I've heard, to make it more realistic but with sprinkles of funny. Alot of them are from the HP books and Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging. Really good book, read if you have time. Brightened my day, and anyone else who read anyone of the ridiculously titled books I carried along with me.

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