AN: any suggestions please let me know.

For the past week I live my life in fear of being summoned. The day never came. In fact, things pretty much got back to the way they were.

Except the fact that everybody seems to think that I am Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. Or in his words, his fiancée.

I got tired of correcting it; therefore I decided just to assume it's a joke made by Malfoy.

Christmas is coming. I was expecting a warm winter break when I saw a note left by my mom:

Dear Astoria.

I am going to Europe for a vacation.

Take care!

-Agassi

And that was that. I am doomed to spend vacation alone.

I was renewing my vacation plans when I heard a yell coming from Malfoy's office.

"Damn it Granger! Are you trying to force me into doing housework!"

I rushed towards the office, and leaned my ear on the door, trying to eavesdrop.

"… fectly know that it is illegal to treat your house elf the way you do, plus you can not make an house elf go on business expenditures like he is some kind of teleporting dog—"

"That's what I had in mind, Granger. Now, if you can be kind, I don't think my house elf minds at all how I treat it—"

"Don't call him 'it' you git. He is a magical, living, being—"

"Who does not mind a single bit if I exploits him for my own personal gain, so what if I wanted—"

"Malfoy, I thought you changed, but you're just the same ignorant, selfish, and heartless—"

By this point Hermione pulled on the door, which I was leaning against, and I fell down, taking Hermione with me.

"Are you alright!" I quickly asked, helping her up.

"I'm fine." She said, brushing me off. "Talk some sense into him, will you?"

"I don't want to…" I muttered.

Hermione launched into a full scale speech about how it isn't right to mistreat house elves, and how they should be treated as equals…

I listened, and then said, "Mrs Weasley. If he dismisses his house elf, all the labour falls on me. I sincerely don't want to clean up the Malfoy dungeons again."

Hermione was at a loss for words, when Malfoy was trying really hard not to look too smug.

I sighed, and then said, "Shall I escort you out?"

"No, thank you…" Hermione said, "Perhaps I should call family abuse…" while walking out of Hades.

I closed the door behind her, while Malfoy was twirling in his massive chair.

"So," he said lazily while playing with a quill, "should I dismiss Gares?"

"Gares?"

"My house elf."

"Oh. I don't know." I said.

He flung the quill towards the wall, the tip penetrated the wall, and ink splattered all over the snow white walls.

"Clean it up!" He said.

I stared at him, speechless, while wondering what happened to the guy who was so nice to me just a week ago.

I came home from work, only to find Daphne on my couch.

"Hello, Astoria." She said.

I stared at her, "Why are you not with your boyfriend?"

"He went to a business trip." Daphne said, "I want to go out and have some fun, but Patsy is on Christmas vacation in the states. So here I am!"

I looked at the clock, and said, "why can't you go out to have fun on your own…"

"It's not appropriate." She said, "Come on, my treat."

I dragged myself up from the couch and followed her.

"Where are we going?"

"Phlegethon, of course." She said happily.

This sends me a chill through my bones, "No! I'm not going!"

"Of course you are." She said, "I'm your big sister, you are to do everything I have told you to do."

"Bull…"

"Come on, you don't even have to do anything. All you have to do is just to sit and eat or drink… or whatever you do when you go out and have fun."

I sincerely began to wonder the psychology behind the Greengrass family. Is everyone insane?

We arrived at Phelegethon in a white carriage decorated by feathers. Daphne wore a skimpy red dress, and I wore a black one that covers my entire body, with a wrap, also a jacket.

The front steps are filled with lights and glitters, as soon as we entered, we saw the luxury. This place is decorated in such way that it's almost magnificent. Torches and lights in every direction, flying candles and glasses filled with delicious drinks. At the back there is a spiral staircase that is not connected to anything in particular, and different level of beds floats, some with canopy covered, some is revealed plainly in sight.

I grimaced. This place is too much.

Daphne certainly did not act like she is new in this place. She said "ring the bells, male, please" to a waiter, who bow and retreated. In less than 5 seconds, a row of 10 good looking male stood in front of us, all wearing extremely luxurious robes.

Daphne walks towards each of them, picking and looking as if in a market.

I think I am about to puke.

"What are you frowning for?" Daphne sneered, "Draco owns this place, and aren't you working for him?"

"Yes, but I don't work in Phelegethon."

"Haha, it doesn't mean that he doesn't come here."

I was about to ask what that means, when I heard a yell right from across the place.

"ASTORIA GREENGRASS!"

I turned around, and caught a glimpse of his blonde hair. A wave of nausea crashed down on me like a waterfall.

I couldn't hold it in. So there in the middle of the most erotic place in the entire wizard world, I puked my guts out.