Author's Note: Okay so a lot of you want to know why Draco would want to keep me so badly. It is very simple. I am weak. I am easy to control. I would do anything to keep him happy, even leave my friends. And he just enjoys hurting me. Pansy was never this much fun. She whined too much anyway.

Fast forward two years. Our age: nineteen. My life: pretty much hell. I had not seen or spoken to my friends since the night of the dinner. Draco had made quite sure of that. He redid the spell on the manor which stopped them from coming here. He added another spell to keep me from going anywhere. He checked my mail before I sent it or recived it. He watched our Floo Network, making sure that only the approved people came through. I hardly even got to see anyone in my family.

I lay in bed feeling very very sick. I couldn't move without feeling dizzy and vomiting. My head was throbing and yet I had no idea what was wrong with me.

"Is the Misstress going to get up soon?" Tara asked timidly.

"Go...ask Draco if I am allowed to see a Healer..." I instructed. Tara ran off. Draco came in and looked down at me.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know...I need a Healer..."

"No you don't. Get up!" I struggled to sit up and then vomited all over the floor.

"Draco..."

"You got vomit on my new shoes!" he yelled hitting me in the side of the head. And then I knew exactly what was wrong with me. Years of being tourtured in every way possible by my sadistic husband had severely weakened my body's ability to fight off illnesses.

"Draco I need a Healer now," I said. "Unless you want to kill me." Draco's eyes narrowed and he stalked from the room.

An hour later Draco returned with a Healer at his heels.

"My wife is very sick," he said acting worried like a husband should. "She can't even sit up." The Healer came over to my bed.

"My dear you look horrible," she said pulling out her wand and muttering spells.

"Will she be all right?" Draco asked.

"I'll have her fixed up in just a moment Mr. Malfoy." Draco sighed. A moment later the Healer stepped back.

"She'll be just fine now."

"I'm so glad." The woman left and Draco turned to me.

"You're not sick anymore. Get up."

"I love you..." I whispered. "Why...?"

"Why what?" Draco demanded becoming irritated with me. I got out of bed slowly.

"Why?" I repeated. "Why do I love you? I've asked myself that a thousand times and I can never come up with a reason!" Draco took a step toward me.

"What are you saying?"

"That I don't know if I love you." He grabbed me and dragged me down to the basement...well it used to be the basement. Now it was, for lack of a better word, a dungeon. Barrels with candles on top of them were the only thing there was for light. There was a set of chains on one of the walls and the walls and floor were stained with blood.

Draco brought me down into the room and threw me against a wall.

"What do you mean you don't know if you love me!?" he roared.

"Well you treat me like shit so can you really blame me? I mean can you honestly say that you love me?" Draco frowned.

"Of course," he growled.

"Of course what?"

"Of course I love you."

"Then what the hell did you bring me down here for?" He grabbed me and slammed me between the chains. He put my wrists in the cuffs and stepped back.

"Say you love me."

"If I did it wouldn't be true." Draco put the tip of his wand on my forhead and I winced, shutting my eyes tightly.

"Draco...don't...it won't make me..."

"We'll see about that." He hissed a spell and my eyes glazed over.

I stood in the dark forest surrounding our manor.

"Draco?" I called in a frightened voice. "Draco are you here?" I began walking foward, praying that he would appear soon. A low growl sounded from behind me and I started running. I ran until my legs gave out and I fell to my knees.

"Draco...where are you...?" I panted. "Help me..." The thing chasing me growled and I turned around to look at it. There was nothing there. I got to my feet slowly, looking around.

"I know I heard it," I muttered. "Where'd it go?" I reached for my wand and pulled it from my pocket.

"Try and beat me now." My wand flew from my hand as if someone had used the disarming spell on me. I closed my eyes.

This is not real. I told myself firmly. I opened my eyes and screamed. Standing before me was a creature that seemed to be nothing but a dark swirling cloud but it had silver eyes that kept me rooted to the ground in fear.

"Where are they?" it asked. "Those friends of yours? Are they here? Will they save you?" Tears spilled from my dark emerald eyes.

"I don't know where anyone is..." I cried. "I can't find anyone."

"They will not save you. They will never save you."

"That's not true!" I screamed.

"Then why have they not come to save you?" I couldn't answer. The thing laughed and swung at me with it's claws. I felt three deep gashes cut across my throat and I fell backwards. Someone caught me. I looked up and my eyes widened.

"Don't worry. I'm here," Draco said holding me close and pointing his wand at the thing. It hissed as he shouted a spell. Then it vanished.

"Draco...I love you..."

Draco leaned against the opposite wall, watching me. He saw three deep gashes form on my throat. He smirked.

"Nice," he said to himself. He pushed himself off the wall when he saw my eyes go wide. Then he heard the one thing he wanted to hear.

"Draco...I love you..." He flicked his wand with a satisfied smirk. I went limp and hung there, not moving. The gashes slowly vanished as they were only part of the spell. Draco unlocked the cuffs and I fell to ground.

"I love you too," he sneered as he walked out.