A/N: Chapter twelve is upon us. I now face the horrible dilemma of having to make time move faster without speeding it on too much it gets boring. I shall work it out though. Also I'm sorry it took so long, it's one of those horrid inbetween chapters that are so difficult to write. In the meantime I do hope you enjoy. Since Yaxley’s furious outburst in Defence Against the Dark Arts, he had been keeping her out of school and away from Draco as much as possible. Every day at seven o’clock he’d arrive and take her and then he’d return her at eleven in the evening which was when everyone else was expected to have their lights out and to be in bed. This was all of course done for a reason; Yaxley wanted her to have no contact with anyone at school and as little contact as possible with Draco.
His plan was working. Months had passed since the event in Defence Against the Dark Arts and the Christmas holidays were almost upon the students at Hogwarts. Alice had barely spoken to Draco in these two and half months and hadn’t even seen Neville to have the conversation he had begged her for in September. She counted this as a good thing however as she didn’t really want to be forced into admitting she was a Death Eater herself. Also considering the fact that she was four months pregnant and that it was starting to show, she might be facing extra questions.
Draco had found in these two and a half months that he had actually missed his wife’s company. He missed sitting with her in lessons and having her always there to talk to... or shout at if he was having a bad morning. Also Alice’s absence brought another problem, by the name of Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy seemed to see the fact that Alice wasn’t there as a sign that her and Draco could get back together. He was tired of telling her that he was married and had no intention of getting back with her at all. He wasn’t entirely sure whether he wanted to be with Alice at all anymore but he knew she was better in bed than Pansy would be... plus with Voldemort as her father it was one marriage he couldn’t get out of until he died.
That evening proved to be the same as the others. Dead on eleven Yaxley returned Alice to school and she made her way down to the Slytherin common room before heading up to the seventh year boy’s dormitory.
Once she arrived she found one of Draco’s shirts and changed into it, as he allowed her to sleep in them. It was another of many ways to stake his claim over her.
She changed and then climbed into bed facing him as he had been waiting for her to get back.
“I don’t think I can do this much longer,” she whispered. “He’s killing me, I’m barely sleeping at the moment and I barely see you.”
“However hard it is to admit it, I have missed you,” Draco admitted, whispering also. “Pansy’s been driving me mad.”
“I thought you liked the attention,” she said raising an eyebrow. He hadn’t ever complained about it before.
“Well I did,” he admitted, “But recently I haven’t. She’s seriously annoying me I’ve actually been desperately awaiting your return every night just to get away from her.”
Alice couldn’t help but smile at his confession; it managed to lift her spirits greatly. “Goodnight Draco,” she whispered before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
The next morning Alice actually awoke before Draco and she silently got ready without disturbing the other boys, before she made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. After breakfast she’d be going home with Draco to Malfoy Manor for their Christmas holidays. She’d much prefer to stay at school but his parents had requested him to come home. Of course, being his wife, this meant that Alice had to go with him.
As she left the dungeons however, she was accosted by Neville. “I need that word,” he said, with surprising bravery.
Alice hadn’t actually come across Neville much but other than that one time in Defence Against the Dark Arts, he had only ever shown her kindness. If anything, she owed him a quick word for being so kind.
“Fine,” she said, “But we should probably go somewhere quiet. If Draco sees me with you he’ll go mad.”
He nodded and she walked with him to the first floor corridor. It was close to the Great Hall but far away enough for no one to be heading down there at that time in the morning.
“Speak then,” she instructed, looking at him.
“Who gave you permission to marry Malfoy?” he asked her.
“My father did,” she said simply.
“Yeah, but which father?”
She sighed and looked at the floor. Neville had obviously done his homework and even though she wanted to hate him for it, she couldn’t. It was admirable. “My real father,” she admitted before crying out in shock as Neville pulled her to him and pushed up her left sleeve.
After noticing the dark mark upon her arm, Neville took a step back in shock, letting her go as he did.
“No,” he whispered looking at her. “You can’t be? You’re Professor Lupin’s daughter...”
“Adopted daughter Neville,” Alice reminded him pushing her sleeve down. “So much has changed this year. Things aren’t the same as they were.”
“This explains your disappearances and why you keep being seen with Death Eaters.”
“Yes I guess it does, although there’s more to it than just the mark on my arm.”
“What else can be wrong with you than that?” Neville spat, “You aren’t who you were that’s for sure.”
“I can’t be who I was Neville!” Alice cried, “You have no idea. You’re so quick to support Potter that you are blinded in everything else!”
“Since when did you call him Potter? Is this what they have done to you?”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Alice signed unconsciously rubbing her left arm.
“Oh don’t I?” Neville began, “I know that you’re a Death Eater that’s bad enough.”
“You think I want to be a Death Eater?” She cried not caring anymore that she was now shouting. If Neville had figured it out then to be honest it was probably pretty obvious to everyone. Her school uniform was Death Eater robes now after all plus no one just switches from Gryffindor to Slytherin.
“Death Eaters have the choice.” Neville spat actually looking upon her with disgust.
“No they don’t Neville,” she sighed pulling off Yaxley’s robes and throwing them at his feet. “You try being a Death Eater. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so quick to judge.” Surprising herself she then turned and walked away and then made her way down to the Great Hall. It was true; she didn’t actually want to be a Death Eater. She could do without Yaxley following her every move and being associated with the murderers they were. However, now that she was stuck as one it could have its advantages.
Talking to Neville had made Alice realise that everyone probably did know what she was by now. If this was the case then why shouldn’t she use it to her advantage? She really didn’t have much else going for her, she was pregnant for a start and every decision was pretty much made by Draco, Yaxley or another Death Eater who happened to be around.
She entered the Great Hall and stood by the doors glancing towards the Slytherin table. Sitting there was just natural now; it seemed strange that she had once sat with the Gryffindors.
She walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. Draco obviously hadn’t got up yet so for the first time in months she was on her own. Yaxley hadn’t whisked her away to the Ministry and Draco wasn’t there beside her. Zabini sat down next to her.
“Is Draco still asleep?” he asked.
“I assume so,” Alice said reaching across to grab some toast.
“Are you both going home for Christmas?”
“Yes... well he is. His parents have requested him home and I just follow being the good wife I am.”
“Surely if it’s his home then it’s yours too?” he asked a little confused.
“It’ll never truly feel like home,” she explained, “It’s difficult when you get married... well when I got married I highly doubt it’s the same for everyone else.”
She was then aware of Draco sitting down next to her and beginning a conversation with Zabini which ended the previous one. Alice had to admit she was glad for this as it was starting to go into a difficult direction anyway.
The train journey home was a boring one. Alice just sat with Draco and his friends, listening to them discuss what might happen if they set some first years up against one of the Carrows. It was pretty childish to listen to but Draco was appearing happier which something was at least.
Once they arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4, Alice left the train with their husband and they both made their way to Yaxley who to Draco’s annoyance, was awaiting them.
“What are you doing here?” he spat furiously, glaring at the Death Eater.
“Picking you both up of course,” Yaxley replied. “Now obviously your wife can’t apparate but we’ve worked out a way for her to floo so she can get to work easily. Anyway this means a bit of a walk so I suggest you just apparate home.”
“Excuse me?” Draco sneered, “You expect me to watch you walk away with my wife again?”
“Of course,” Yaxley said simply, “Now shoo Malfoy, I need to get her back to yours. You can apparate.”
Draco growled but did as he was told. Starting on Yaxley in the middle of the platform probably wasn’t the best idea. He apparated back to the Manor as instructed and went straight to the drawing room to stand in front of the fire as they’d be returning through floo.
In the meantime Alice was still on the platform with Yaxley, they’d just begun to walk in the direction of Diagon Alley. It would be a bit of a walk, which just made the situation worse if possible. The thing was they needed a fireplace and some floo powder so the Leaky Cauldron was the place to go, unless of course they fancied turning up at the Ministry.
“So, anything interesting happen today?” Yaxley asked in an attempt to get a conversation started.
“No,” Alice replied which was greeted by raised eyebrows.
“I know you’re lying,” he said turning the street corner with her.
“What?” she said confused, “Normally you can’t get through.”
“Well you obviously aren’t doing whatever it is you do normally. You haven’t closed your mind off and if I can read it, then your father most definitely will be able to.”
“It’s this stupid pregnancy,” she sighed, “It’s really messing with my wolf behaviour. Normally I just think wolfish thoughts and it dehumanises my mind enough to block it from anyone trying to get into it.”
“Well if it helps all I saw was a flash of the Longbottom boy. What’s been going on?”
“We just had a chat.”
“You can’t just have a simple chat with the enemy.”
Alice laughed, “I’ve never heard you call them the enemy before.”
“Well they are. They’re definitely not on our side that’s for sure.”
She sighed. What side exactly was she on? She dressed like and spent all her time with people from one side but then did her heart still remain with the other? To be honest Alice wasn’t entirely sure where she was just yet. She had a feeling however that she’d soon find out. If two whole weeks living back in Death Eater central didn’t confirm what side she was on, she didn’t know what would.
The rest of the walk was in silence and soon both Alice and Yaxley arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. “You know,” she began, “You really do need to teach me this spell so I can do it myself.”
“I’ll think about it,” Yaxley grinned before tapping her with his wand and pushing her into the fireplace.
Once the familiar spinning had ended, Alice found herself flying out of the fireplace and straight into her awaiting husband’s arms. It was a tiny bit out of character for him she must admit however when Yaxley appeared behind her it all made sense.
“You know one of these days I really am going to mistake one of your actions for actually being affectionate,” she sighed before pulling away and dusting herself off. “I’m here safely alright?”
Draco nodded and before taking her hand, gave Yaxley a furious glare. He then led her out of the room and upstairs, as far away from Yaxley as they could be at this present moment in time.
One day he’d somehow have to find a way to get Yaxley back from every single time he’d taken his wife away however, right now that couldn’t happen. He’d have to just bide his time, he wasn’t stupid. The consequences of doing something now would be far greater than waiting. He’d just have to remain patient and sit tight.
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