Upon entering the drawing room, the parents were already talking. Sebastia tried to keep the scowl off her face as she sat down gracefully on one of the dark couches. She couldn't contain her eye roll when a certain blond git sat down next to her.

"So, beautiful, how old are you?" Draco asked, drapping an arm around the back of the couch.

"18," Sebastia said, moving away from him. He smirked and slided closer to her. She glared at him.

"Hmph," Malfoy said. "I would think a pretty little pure-blood woman like yourself would have more manners?"

"And whatever are you talking about, Malfoy?" she drawled, lazing her head around to meet his steel gray eyes.

"We are soon to be wedded and you aren't even hiding the fact that you don't like me," Malfoy tutted.

"Well, I'll show as much goddamn contempt as I'd like towards you," she growled. "Maybe that'll snap some sense into my parents and they'll cut off this whole thing."

Draco chuckled. "They're pure-bloods. Once pure-bloods set up an arranged marriage for their child, it's set and done. The only way to get out of one is if you get killed."

Sebastia huffed. She wanted out of the marriage, but she didn't want to give up her life. "I want to go outside. It's too warm in here."

Malfoy stood up and held out an offered arm. Knowing their parents could be watching, Sebastia took it.

"Mother, Father, Mr and Mrs Degarmo, Sebastia has requested to go outside. May I take her outside?"

Sebastia shivered at how he sounded. He actually was a gentleman towards his parents. Why the hell couldn't he be that way towards her?

"Of course, dear, you two can get fresh air," Mrs. Degarmo said, happily. Sebastia gave her a half-forced smile and nearly tugged the blond out of the drawing room. The moment they got into the corridor, she dropped his arm like it was a disease.

"I'll never get used to that," she shuddered.

"But you will get used to sleeping in bed with me every night," he said, lowly. Sebastia couldn't deny it; Draco was hot. But he was a pig and had too big of an ego. So she scowled and stomped off.

"I hate you so bloody much!" she nearly shrieked.

"Ah, ah, ah, darling. Do you even know where you're going?" he said, smirking widely. Sebastia stopped in her tracks, realizing she had no clue where she was going. She refused to admit it and so just stood there.

"Hurry along, Malfoy. Or I'll scream so loud that it'll sound like you're trying to hurt me," she called behind her.

"I'll make you scream louder, though," he was next to her in less than a few moments, due to his long legs and long strides. He lead the way to the garden and the moment she stepped on the marble pathway, she gasped. It was truly beautiful. The trees were covered in lights, brighting up the whole enclosed place. The roses were pure white; Sebastia's favorite type of rose, as well. To make things even better; the stars were out, making the sky shimmer beautifully. She was so involved with the scenery, she forgot the person next to her was still present. Upon her forgetting, he snuck up behind her and rested his head on her shoulders and his arms around her waist.

"I take it you like it?" he muttered.

"Very much so," she said, distantly. The silence between them clouded over them, nearly suffocating them. Sebastia sighed one last night before realizing what was happening. She elbowed him in the spot she had in the entrance hall, taking her wand out of the side of her dress, piting to his throat, while he lay on the ground, moaning.

"We were have a pleasant time, you crazy bitch," he wheezed. Her eyes danced with disgust and pain as she pressed her wand into his throat.

"Thank you, darling," she said dangerously sweet, "But I have warned you once. This shall be my last warning. The only way out of this marriage is if you get killed right? I will make sure that is you. Now keep your no good, dirty, piggish hands off of me!"

She finished by smiling sweetly down at him before spinning around and sitting over on one of the benches. Draco scowled. She was bonkers! Who did she think she was? No one talks to a Malfoy in such manner. He stood up, slowly before making his way next to her. Yes, he was going to keep trying. Malfoy's couldn't take rejection correctly and fought for whatever they wanted. And what Draco Malfoy wanted was Miss Sebastia Degarmo. Who just had to be the stubbornest and independent woman he's ever met. Besides Granger.

"Has my warning not sunk into your head yet?" she hissed, without looking at him at all.

"Give me a chance, love. You know you can't deny me," He sounded so smug. When Sebastia jerked her head around, she was surprised to find how close he was. She slid back from him, to try to distance them. He moved closer. She moved back. He moved closer. She moved back a little too much and found herself falling backwards. She let out a squeal of surprise at her unexpected fall but also at the pair of arms that caught her before her head hit the marble flooring. She stared into the deep pools of steel gray. His eyes were so alluring. Why? He was such a prat, yet he was gorgeous. In Sebastia's books, however, personality ruled over looks and look were just cookie points. So, no, she would never fall for someone like him. When she made a move to push him away, his head shot towards her, capturing his lips were hers. The setting and time was just right, but Sebastia didn't fall into the kiss. She sat there, transfixed, as he kissed her. Her eyes were wide open, staring at his closed ones. She wasn't kissing back; too shocked and furious to do anything. He kissed her harder, trying to provoke a reaction from her. All he got was a push. Sebastia looked flustered and down-right embarrassed. She stared at him with a bewildered expression. He just stared at her with hidden fury. Without a word, he stood up and made his way back inside. Sebastia quickly followed after him, not knowing her way back. She stared, a bit puzzled, at his retreating back. What the hell happened to him? Why did he just walk off like that? She was the one who was forcefully kissed, not him. She sneered at his back and quickly wiping it off before they both entered the drawing room.

"Do you two have fun?" Aymeric asked. Sebastia pushed down the urge to shrug. That wouldn't be lady-like. Truthfully, she didn't give two hoots about being 'lady-like' at the moment. She wanted to be as far away from the brooding blond as possible. It didn't help he was glaring her way.

"You could say that," She responded back, shortly. The parents raised eyebrows but neither of the two were revealing anything, so they dropped the matter.

"We are leaving soon, darling," Her mother said. "So, say good-bye to Draco before you go."

Neither of them said anything while the grown-ups talked hurriedly. Draco gave her a dirty look and she simply rolled her eyes at him. He was like a child, honestly. Oh boo hoo, she didn't kiss him back. Well, maybe if his attitude wasn't the way it was, maybe he'd gotten the reaction he'd wanted.

"Good-bye!" Narcissa called as all three of the Degarmos connected arms. "See you again soon!"

The last thing Sebastia saw before being pulled by the navel was the hurt face of Draco Malfoy. She didn't think too much of it as she opened her eyes and met the Degarmo Manor.

Hola, my dear readers! Sorry for my late posting, school is very occupying, you see. But I hope you like Part 2 of Chapter 2!

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