A/N: We are slowly getting to the plot~~~~~

Considering the fact that I had no plot in mind when I wrote the first 3 chapters, I think it's pretty impressive of me to pull off an actual plot here.

But I wonder if it's too cruel...

Whatever, deeper impression on the readers lololol.

Yeah I changed the name, because the previous name does not work with the plot.

I walked into the office, and found that Draco Malfoy is in my desk.

My desk, the small cubical that is usually filled with snacks, pillows, photos and flowers, is now been sat by Draco Malfoy, who was looking through my snacks and then decided to rip off a cover of chocolate tadpoles.

My beautiful chocolate tadpoles with cream filled centers!

"What are you doing?" I said angrily, snatching the tadpoles and then popped them into my mouth.

He pulled out his wand, and said to me. "Do you know Larissa Lycra?"

"Yes." I said, but then immediately changed my mind, and said, "No, I don't."

"Oh?" He twisted his wand in between his hands, and asked, with some interest, "I would just like to find out what kind of person future Mrs. Malfoy is."

I paused, and then said, "She's very…"

Crap, I couldn't think of a word to describe her. What do I do…

"…pretty." I said, "She's very pretty."

"Oh? Is that all?"

I thought hard, and then said, "She's also very… physically attractive…"

Malfoy looks like I'm wasting his time.

In truth, I probably am…

"I never had contact with her." I said, "She's above me by a year."

"Oh." Malfoy said, then conjured up a charm and organized my desk. "Well, how would you like to come with me to the Lycras and poses as my girlfriend?"

"I would like very much to decline this offer, sir."

"6:30 it is, then. I'll pick you up after work."

"We work within 10 meter radius of each other!"

"Well then it will be easier, won't it?" He said asked, then stood up, and walked back to his office.

I wanted to slam a bolt through his head.

As time slowly trickled by, I was planning on how to escape this dinner, but it's no use. Draco Malfoy has got his curtains up, and is staring at me once in a while through the windows.

It is very unlikely that I will be able to escape this venture. In truth, I am terrified of the Lycras. First, their family symbol is a wolf. A wolf for crying out loud. I think I have enough encounter with wolves.

Second, their youngest song, Lysander Lycra, is the werewolf that bit Coronus Nott's son.

With this in mind, I doubt I will make it out there alive.

But Malfoy and Lycra would make a good couple. Both of them are very evil and sinister. Both of them are very pretty.

Seriously. Put a wig on Malfoy and he got half of the wizards in the wizarding world following him around.

Which led me to imagine that scene, and I laughed out loud.

Malfoy, meanwhile, is in his office and twirling with his wand. He narrowed his eyes at Astoria Greengrass.

In just 2 minutes, her expression changed about 10 times.

Is it possible for a girl to have that much expression while changing it numerous times?

He watched in interest as Astoria laughed her head off at something. Then he cleared his throat.

Immediately the laughter was stopped in the middle, and Astoria quickly straightened her face, and got back to her work. That is, pretending to be actually doing some work while sneaking peeks at Malfoy wondering if he is watching her doing work.

Sometimes Malfoy felt like apparating over to her desk, hug her in a tight squeeze until she cry out from the pain, and then squeeze her cheeks until tears come out.

But it's a very un-Malfoy like thing to do. So he controlled himself from doing it.

Thinking about the dinner tonight, Malfoy chuckled, and then focused on the paper in front of him.

But the moment he looked up, he saw the tiny cubical is empty.

As he was deciding whether to find Astoria and squeeze her until she couldn't breath, or make her cry by pinching her cheeks, he saw a note by her.

Sir: I am leaving early to change. I will meet you at Lycra's. Astoria.

Malfoy have this urge to kill something.

Later, that night, as soon as Malfoy walked into the Lycra mansion, every fibre of his being screaming to get out.

The urge to run out became stronger when he saw Daphne and Astoria standing with Leda and Larissa Lycra.

"Hello ladies." Malfoy said, walking up to Daphne and Leda, because those two seems like they are about to kill each other.

I stood beside my sister, and listened to their conversation. It mainly went like this, "Dear Leda, I hope you understand, Draco clearly is in love with Astoria…"

"Oh that's not true, if he sees Larissa, he will love her."

Round one, Leda Lycra.

Daphne turned around and glared at me, which made me feel bad for no reason. It's not my fault that I was born not pretty. Blame Agassi… for heavens sake.

The door opened, and I see Draco coming in, he looks like he is about to have an aneurysm. I resist from laughing, and watched as he smoothly said hello to everyone, and kissed everyone's hand. He didn't kiss my hand though. Larissa tossed me a glance that clearly does not want me to forget about that fact.

"Leda." He said, "Will your parents be joining us for this evening?"

"Oh no, mother and father went to a party. Leto is working late. It's just us this evening."

Draco flashed her smile that would practically blind me. "Lovely."

Daphne felt left out, so she said in a sarcastic way, "Draco, did you forgot about Astoria's existence?"

That's very subtle, Daphne. I rolled my eyes.

"Ah, no. Dear Astoria." Draco reached his hand out to me; I was about to take it, but his hand glide past mine, reaching up to my face and pinching it.

"Ow!" I yelped, slapping his hands away.

"You are so cute." He said softly.

And everybody's expression in the room changed.

I think that's all I said in the entire dinner. It's mainly Daphne, Draco and Leda talking. The two elder sisters are extremely fervent in selling their younger sister to Draco, while Draco just sat back and watched as the two talking and arguing with each other.

I had no appetite. The food in Lycra's seems like every single bit is soaked up in blood.

I looked at Malfoy, he seems perfectly at ease, eating so elegantly, and drinking unknown red liquid substance from silver goblets.

As the argument between Daphne and Leda got more intense, Malfoy leaned in to me, and whispered, "You are right. Larissa is indeed very pretty."

I wasn't even in the mood to glare at him. I don't even want to toss him a glance. So I ignored him completely.

He chuckled, and then whispered, "I wonder what she tastes like."

I resist the urge to barf, and whispered back, "You two make a very good couple."

A snake and a wolf. I bet they would be history's evilest couple ever in the wizard world.

He merely laughed a little, and said, "Too bad. If father was not so persistent, I might actually marry her."

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning.

"He wants to keep an eye on me." Draco said softly, "also it's good for Hades."

I suddenly felt thirsty, but upon looking at that velvety red crap, I put my hands under the table.

He grabbed my hand, I struggled to let go, he refused to do so.

I frowned hissed, "what are you doing?"

He took a drink at the red stuff, and then kissed me.

I was so shocked that I don't have the time to feel disgusted. He was holding my hand underneath the table to I couldn't push him away. It happened so quickly that I forgot everybody else was present.

It was a harsh and cold kiss, there as no temperature, only violence. Nothing romantic came from it, after 5 seconds, I recovered from my shock and bit him.

He pulled away, and then smiled at me.

I have never seen anything look so beautiful and evil in my life. Under the candle light, his face and hair strongly contrasted with his lips, which blood is slowly drizzling down from. His eyes are more reddish than green, which add a devilish look that frightens me to no ends.

"Never. Betray. Me." He said those words slowly, clearly, and quietly.

I struggled to pull my hands away, he kissed my hand, then let go.

I looked at everyone around the table, and then apparited.

Years later, when I think back on this day, if I only listened to him, or at least ask him clearly what he is talking about, I probably would not suffer so much later.

How unfortunate.