It was a bright and warm autumn day outside . A big contrast from the chill inside the manor. In her mind, she kept remembering the cold smile he had given her. It was a smile that chilled her to the bone. It did not reach his eyes, in fact, it seemed to die somewhere along his pale face. It was a smile that promised pain and a battle for his acceptance. For that was all she ever expected to be able to get from him, acceptance. Why had she been so quick to sign that contract? Was there any way to break it? Would the elder blond allow it? And what ministry were they talking about? What law? here were so many questions. Would they ever be answered?

Halle stood on the front porch and looked both ways. Draco was nowhere to be seen. Halle did not know which way to go to start looking for him. As well, she was not sure if he wanted to be found. She was weary for finding him. Halle was a little intimidated by the blond. She finally sighed and then stepped of the porch and down the steps. Turning right, Halle walked through the patches of golden sunlight and shadows as she made her way along the front of the house. When she turned the corner, a small smile filtered on her face. She momentarily forgot all about Draco as her mind filled with the images or horses and other interesting things that she could find in the long single story white building.

Halle moved towards the barn now. As she went, she took time to look around. The land was beautiful and the manor large. She saw numerous gazebos and a large greenhouse as well as what looked like a pond in the distance. There were dense trees far off and Halle was stunned when a majestic peacock passed by her, walking slowly and with his tail spread. Halle paused to watch the bird walk on without so much as a glace back. Halle smiled she could definitely see herself living here if only Draco would adjust to her. But that was to be decided...sooner than she thought.

The girl reached the great double doors to the barn to find one slightly open. Halle pulled on the door until she was able to slip inside. Instantly she smiled. Her head was filled with the scents of hay, apples, leather soap and of course horses. She slowly walked down the center of the cobble stoned aisle looking into each stall slowly at the beautiful animals within. Her heels sounded in the closed building. She did not notice that someone had stepped out of the tack room behind her. Nor did she notice the eyes boring into the back of her head. It was not until he spoke that Halle realized that she was not the only human in here.

Draco had been cleaning a new dragon hide saddle when he had heard the wooden door open. He said nothing but looked up and out the doorway in time to see the muggle pass the room. Draco growled. How dare his father bring this woman into the manor? Why would Lucius think that he could force Draco into this. But then what option did Draco have. Either marry this woman now, or go to prison. The Dementors terrified Draco. He would not survive there. However, he was not going to make this woman's life easy. She had wanted this. She had signed the contract and god knows what his father had promised her. Draco set the saddle soap silently on the wooden table and then with out making a sound, stepped out into the aisle. She was looking into the stalls and Draco's eyes moved along her body from her long hair to the barely there ass and curvy legs. "What are you doing in here?" He asked coldly. The way that she flinched at his voice pleased him. She was either afraid of him or intimidated by him and either one was good for him.

She turned to look at him now and he saw the blush rise up and along her flawless skin of her neck. "I..." She said clearly unsure and Draco walked towards her. "Your...your father said I should come. I'm sorry you don't like me. I would leave if I could but I signed the contract..." She forced herself to stand her ground. He wouldn't really hurt her would he? Draco's mentality as he got closer to her, changed slightly. He was a sexual being, Pansy knew that quite well. And here before him stood a new plaything. The woman was his, she had just said so herself. She had signed a contract and could not leave. He could do with her whatever he wanted.

Draco her her excuse but he did not care about her words. It was not her thoughts and opinion that he was interested in. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes and Draco liked it. His hand snaked out and his hand entwined in the hair at the back of her head. Draco pulled her to him suddenly. She struggled against him and Draco pressed her up against the stall wall. "Stop it!" He barked at her. Halle froze at his tone but she refused to look up at him. Instead she stared at his chest. A very nice and broad chest.

Halle blinked many times trying not to cry. She was scared and was feeling very intimidated right now. He was bigger and wider than her. With Draco this close to her, she could not even see around him. He still held her by the hair and his other hand was against the wall near her head. "Look at me." Draco told her. She thought about refusing but that simply seemed ridiculous. It was a childish thing to do and Halle was sure it would only made him angrier. Slowly, her eyes travel up to meet his face. They traveled over the strong jaw and slightly pointed nose. Finally she came to his gray eyes. Draco growled he could see the tears in her eyes. "Are you going to cry every time I come near you?" He asked her coldly and with distaste. He frowned. If this was going to be the case, he would have to give her a reason to cry.

Halle shook her head. She did not trust herself to speak right away. "I'm sorry." She told him finally. Her voice came out weak. "Your scaring me." She felt stupid admitting that but it was the truth. Draco smiled slightly. "Good." he told her. "You should be afraid of me. I do not want to marry you. I feel nothing for you. But you do have a nice body and I fully intend to try it out." He let his words sink in. "If you fuck with me, or try to control me, or even speak without me giving you permission, I'll beat you to a point that you would wish you were dead." Draco would not actually do that but she did not need to know the truth. In fact, he was really not even angry at her. It was just the situation. In normal life, if he did not know she was a Muggle, he would swoon her and sleep with her happily. But as it was, the situation made her the punching bag for his anger.

Draco pulled her head forward now and pressed his lips roughly against hers. Halle gasped and then was unresponsive to him. This did not feel right to her. He wanted to know how it felt to kiss her. He gave no warning. There was no passion in the kiss, it was just cold and heavy. He bit her lower lip sharply just stopping from breaking the skin. His hand moved from her hair and then dropped to the side of her throat. Draco squeezed slightly but not harming her. Halle panicked slightly with his hand on her throat. Her mind kept trying to relax her assuring her that he would not try and choke her. When his hand began to squeeze and then release in a slow rhythm, It actually started to feel a little nice. She said nothing however in case he did not realize that something he was forcing on her felt good.

When he took her hand and began to pull her across the aisle and back to the tack room, she went cold.