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Disclaimer: Dee, Allie, Ria, and Lydia belong to me. Harry Potter does not. He's J.K.'s.




I squinted up at the large, stone building in front of me. The day was cold and cloudly, but the wind snapped around us, trying to steal our scarves and coats. Immediately, I felt a strong need to jump back into the limousine, although I'd nearly gouged my eyes out the whole journey because of Draco's snide comments. What was the need for the limo, anyway? Was apparation too wizardly for Voldemort? I'd always gotten the impression that the Dark Lord quite morally opposed to all things Muggle. Gosh, now what might have given me that idea? A few house-elves slipped and slid towards us as the wind mischeiviously picked up their feet every few steps. I watched pitifully as they latched onto our trunks and began to drag them back to the enormous mansion.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. I mean, honestly. Isn't Voldemort supposed to be, like, Britian's Most Wanted? Maybe a little bit more discretion in his lifestyle choices would be advised because, you know, this house was freaking massive. The Ministry may be a few logs short of a burning fire, but they're not totally retarded; no way would they miss something this large. I don't care what kind of "special magic" Voldemort had placed over his home- it was just out of control.

"Come on, Demeter, hurry up. It's cold," Draco whined, pushing me out of the doorway of the limo. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"You're such a sissy."

"I am not," Draco hotly retorted. "I have quidditch-toned muscles."

"Go sit on a pinecone," I replied sourly. I pushed him down into the snow and marched inside as he sputtered, trying to empty his mouth of the powder.

"Demeter! Come back here!"

"Oh, shove it." He scrambled up and followed me into the warm house.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Not much, and you?" I sneered.

"You're so bloody annoying," he sighed in frustration. I shrugged and looked around at the entry hallway. Like the exterior of the house, the hallway was huge, stone, and elaborately decorated. Portraits of notorious wizards lined the walls, surrounded by rich tapestries with hints of gold thread. A small smile appeared on my face as I gazed at the stunning structure. My pleasure was quickly stolen, though, when I realized what Lydia was probably doing at this moment- showing her readers (however few of them she'd gained) a picture of the hallway. Oh dear, how I loathed pictures in stories. You know what we call those? Picturebooks. Once a person moves past the age of eight, it is typical to mature beyond pictures and delve into the world of text. Why wasn't that enough? Words often convey so much more than a picture ever could. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead in annoyance.

"Hello, daughter," a slimy voice called from the staircase. I jumped at the disturbance and looked up.

"Oh my gosh," I cried softly. Horrified, I grabbed the nearest thing- Draco's hand.

"I see you and Draco have grown friendlier?" the man said with a raised eyebrow- or, rather, a raised portion of skin on his forehead where, if he had been in possession of hair, the eyebrow would have been placed.

"Uh," I whimpered. Oh my gosh, that is Lord freaking Voldemort.

"Er, yes, my lord," Draco said, giving a small bow and shooting me a questioning glance.

"Well, not too friendly," I interrupted, snapping out of my daze and snatching back my hand.

"Just a little friendly," Draco glared, taking my hand again.

"But not that friendly," I said with a clenched jaw. I wrenched my hand back with some difficulty and threatened him with my eyes.

"Well, then. Demeter, I trust you can find your room?" Um, duh. I sort of live here. I nodded. "Draco, Demeter will show you where you'll be staying during your visit."

"Yes, my lord," Draco murmured, bowing again.

"Sure, Daddy," I said, rolling my eyes at Draco. "C'mon, let's go." I began up the stairs as Voldemort retreated back into what I guessed was his mastermind room.

"Show your father some respect," Draco hissed into my ear. I snorted.

"Whipped," I coughed, only barely attempting to diguise the message.

"I am not whipped," he protested.

"Mmhmm, whatever." I paused at the top of the stairs, and then my feet urged me to move towards the left wing. I obeyed and soon found myself walking down a dim hallway with a thick rug protecting our feet from the cold floor.

"This is me," I announced upon the hesitation of my feet. "And that's your room." I pointed the the next door over before my finger even began to lift on its own accord. I mean, could it be more obvious? Draco's room was always next door, because, you know, in a house this big, a father is absolutely going to want his daughter sleeping next door to a horny teenage boy. Obviously. Because it's totally an awesome recipe for life long abstinence. I slammed the door behind me before Draco could comment on anything, most particularly our adjacent rooming situation. My surroundings were as extravagant as the rest of the house, yet upon closer examination, slightly more modern. A tall fourposter was the central focus of the room, which seemed to have a blue and gold theme. Rather un-Slytherin, I thought, but I imagined that Voldemort had bigger fish to fry than to worry about house rivalries. Inside a cabinet sat a big screen television, complete with a DVD player and categorized system of DVDs.

Rather muggle, I thought, but I imagined that Lydia had bigger fish to fry than to worry about canon.

I sighed and turned away to sift through the drawers next to my bed. I found a remote, presumably for the television, an iPod, and a notebook. I replaced the items and closed the drawer. With a powerful spring, I leapt on to my bed and, shoving my face into the pillows, I screamed.




After about twenty minutes, someone knocked on my door.

"Yeah?" I called grumpily. The door opened and I rolled my eyes.

"That wasn't an invitation, you know," I complained before sitting up.

"That's okay, I didn't need one," Draco smirked.

"What do you want?" I said rudely, trying to convey the whole 'Get the heck out of my room,' feeling to him.

"Excuse me for being friendly," he scoffed.

"You're excused," I muttered, getting up from my bed. I walked over to the bookcase and pretended to be terribly interested in the Jane Austen collection. Silence dominated the room. I patiently waited for him to take the hint and get out.

"It's snowing," he mentioned after a few minutes.

"Yeah, well, it's the middle of December," I spat.

"For a Gryffindor, you're awfully unsocialble and taciturn."

"What can I do for you on this fine day, Mr. Malfoy?" I sighed. He grinned.

"Grab your coat." I hesistated, allowing my hand to rest centimeters above my red coat that was still slightly damp from the journey from Hogwarts. Draco grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, so I tightly clenched on to my things as I flew downstairs behind him. He opened a door and pushed me out in front of him, not waiting for me to even put on my coat and scarf. I pulled them on as he slammed the door. I wheeled around angrily.

"What are you doing?" I yelled. He shrugged.

"Getting you out into company."

"You're the only company here!"

"Lucky you, eh?"

"I'm freezing!" I continued to rant.

"Yeah, well, it's the middle of December," he mocked. He began to walk out into the white powder.

"You- you are such- argh!" I screamed and tramped after him. "I am so telling my dad about this!"

"Your father thinks I'm the finest boy at Hogwarts," Draco called over his shoulder. "He'll think you're causing a lover's spat." My face reddened.

"Eat snow, Malfoy!" I grabbed a handful of snow and jumped onto Draco's back, shoving it into his mouth. He sputtered and threw me off with ease.

"Hey!" he said crossly. But before he could get out the rest of his complaint, I'd gathered another clump of snow and thrown it at his face.

"Want some more?" I taunted.

"Oh, you are so asking for it!" Draco yelled. I leapt up and sauntered away.

"You're gonna put some more snow on me? Well, I have news for you! I'm already freaking cold and wet and misera- omph." I wiped the snow out of my eyes and glared.

"I could take you," Draco observed coolly. This was very true, and I wasn't up for losing a challenge.

"Well, my dad could dominate the world better than your dad could."

"Well, I've shagged more people than you have."

"Fine, be a manslut."

"You're a virgin?!" Draco exclaimed. I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

"Er, yeah."

"So you and Potter didn't... you know?"

"Draco! I dated him for, like, two weeks!" I cried.

"Yeah, well, I guess I just assumed that you had," he admitted.

"Think again," I muttered as I headed back towards the house.

"Demeter!" he called after me. I whirled around.

"What?"

"Do you want to, um, build a bonfire or something?" That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

"I'd like that," I smiled, an unnatural giggle escaping my lips. Curses. Lydia was ready for a fun time.




"Twinkles!" Draco yelled as we stomped the snow off our boots. I snorted at his exclamation. I mean, it's not every day that you hear Draco Malfoy yelling 'Twinkles.' You've just got to embrace the moment, you know?

"Yes?" a tiny house-elf squeaked as it spun around the corner.

"Tell Muffy and Spits to build a bonfire for Miss DeMonte and myself," he commanded stiffly.
"A big bonfire."

"Yes, Sir," Twinkles replied.

"Is there anything else you want?" Draco asked, turning his attention to me.

"A pitchfork, please," I said sarcastically.

"Brilliant!" he cried. I raised my eyebrows in shock. "Twinkles, tell Fonz to bring out some long forks for Miss DeMonte and myself to roast marshmallows on."

"Yes, Sir. Is that all, Sir?"

"I want hot chocolate, too, with the little marshmallows. And a few blankets." At the last item, he slyly winked at me. I gagged.

"Yes, Sir. Right away." Twinkles scurried off.

"This is going to be great, isn't it?" Draco said cheerfully, swinging his arm around my shoulders.

"Just stellar," I replied, wrinkling my nose.




A/N: I'm trying very hard to get this story caught up to speed!! I hope all the updates are sort of overwhelming, but I've got about ten chapters just gathering dust at the moment. Anyway. Thanks for reading! And I'll give you a virtual cookie if you review. :D Scout's honor!

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