Crystal Power

Chapter 3: - Lessons

Vir sat sniffing, while Draco paced the floor.

"Dra..."

"Don't say a word to me," he interrupted giving her one of his ice-cold stares. "Why the bloody hell did you do that?"

"I... You tried to kiss me," she explained.

"It was part of the pretence, but now..." He looked at her, tears were rolling down her cheeks but she made no sound. He picked her up again harshly and took her to the bed where he threw her down. He leaned over her and she made eye contact with him, his eyes were blazing.

'You can't do this to her, you won't do that,' he thought. 'She's scared of you, is that what you want? Yes, you will do this. Just without a fight.'

He emitted a low growl and then sat next to her. Resting his elbows on his knees he closed his eyes sighing.

"Vir?" He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her cheeks were damp where her tears had fallen. He reached over and with his thumb wiped her cheeks. Initially she flinched away, but became increasingly comfortable. "I'm going to go."

"Draco, this is your room isn't it?"

"Yes." He took his thumb away from her milky skin.

"Then I should go. But, I could stay and we could talk, keep up your image as a heartless git." She smiled at him.

"You should be running away from me not wanting to stay in the same room as me."

"Yeah, but then you won't release me and Ron."

"All right then, do you want something to drink?" he asked.

"Um, sure just none that champagne it was vile."

"I hate the stuff it's disgusting, I feel like vodka." He got up and went over to the fireplace. He picked up and rang a small silver bell. "Do you wish to share?"

"Uh, yeah. I've never had vodka? Is it a fruit juice?" Draco let out a loud laugh.

"You'll see." A house elf popped into the room and dipped his ugly head. "A bottle of vodka and two glasses." The elf disappeared and promptly reappeared placing a silver tray on a small table. He sat down in an overstuffed chair and poured the colourless liquid into the glasses. Vir followed suit and sat opposite him. He handed her a glass, watching her eye it suspiciously.

"This is vodka?" she questioned.

"It's a muggle drink, and I called you a muggle lover." He grinned and then swiftly downed his own glass. "Ugh."

"Is it safe?" she asked worried by his response to the drink.

"It's safe, try it." He blinked repeatedly and watched as she brought the glass up to her lips and then poured the liquid into her mouth.

"UGH!!!!" she exclaimed, wiping at her mouth. "That's horrid."

"Give it a while," he smirked. Refilling the glasses and drinking it equally quickly. Timidly she drank her second glass, she grinned at him as it burnt the back of her throat.

"You're trying to get me drunk aren't you Malfoy?" her eyes narrowed and she stood up pointing a finger at him. He smiled as she obviously had a low tolerance for alcohol. She walked forward and stumbled. "Oops."

"Sit down Vir before you fall over," he commanded sternly. She frowned and pouted. "Virginia." Again she frowned, wrinkling her face up. But she sat down sulkily.

"You are very nasty Malfoy," she proclaimed.

"Yes I am, I'm very very nasty Weasley."

"You called me Weasley, what happened to Vir?" she asked.

"Nothing, you just insisted on calling me Malfoy. Therefore you are Weasley." She looked up at him with huge eyes and seized the bottle and gave herself an extra drink. Which she waved around briefly before drinking it. Promptly afterwards she fell asleep, dropping the glass which smashed on contact with the floor. Draco smiled wickedly and then walked over to her he picked her up and placed her in the huge bed. He removed her dress and his own clothes quickly and threw them on the floor...

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Lucius knocked briefly and then walked into the room. He saw the clothes on the floor and his eyes moved to the bed. In it there was a beautiful red haired girl and a silver headed man with his arm lazily draped over her. Satisfied he nodded and left the room silently.

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Vir woke up and groaned her head was throbbing and her mouth tasted dry. She moaned slightly opening her eyes and taking in the surroundings. She felt something else on her body and glanced down to see a long, slender arm draped around her waist. She followed the arm up towards its owner. A silvery blonde was asleep next to her; this caused her to scream loudly.

"What the...." the other person groaned turning to look at her.

"Draco?" His pointed elegant features allowed her to instantly recognise him. "Get off me!"

"Shut up, my head hurts and I'm tired." His hair was tousled and his face buried into the pillow. He moved his arm off her body to his side. Vir sat up and screamed again pulling the sheets up around her throat. "What now?"

"Where are my clothes?" she demanded. He turned over and looked at her with a smirk.

"On the floor where we left them." Her eyes flew open and her mouth contorted in to a shocked 'o'. "All right, where I left them."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" she shrieked. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?"

"Oh, that!" Her face contorted into a disgusted, repulsed image. "Nothing, we did nothing. Sorry to disappoint you."

"Draco, will you let Ron go if I stay?" she asked.

"And I'll do that why?"

"Because...." She sighed. "Because you're a man of honour and I'm worth more to Ha..." Her voice faded away.

"Potter? What has been going on with you two?" He pushed his head into the pillow and then turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Nothing, why would it be?" He groaned and sat up next to her.

"Okay, fine. I was just asking, no need to bite my head off. I'm going for a bath and then we'll see the weasel." Draco threw back the sheet and got out of the bed slowly. He was still tired; Vir gasped as his muscular frame made it's way to the bathroom. In front of the door he stopped suddenly and turned back to her. Her eyes clicked up from his body to meet with his face. "Touch nothing and don't you leave this room. There are robes on the chair." With that he opened the door and left her alone.

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Draco sank his body slowly into the scented water and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a huge weight on his shoulders and his mind was fogged by his current situation. He inhaled the smell and felt his head clear and the weight reduce.

"Why was Voldemort so relaxed about everything?" he asked himself. "Oh yeah, he was a cruel heartless...." His final words were cut off as he splashed the water violently. He slid deeper into the water and ran his long fingers through his hair. He slowly resurfaced after several moments of his body screaming for oxygen. He tried to not care about his actions, but he did. He needed to inspect those rules again. He submerged his head once more and then washed his hair. He then lay in the water thinking.

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Vir threw back the sheets hitting her hand down hard on the mattress. She blushed at the fact she was in a mans bed in her underwear. She quickly ran to the clothes he had indicated to her and dressed. The skirt was long and flowing and the top fitting, the neckline of the robes plunged much lower than she'd liked. A mirror caught sight of her:

"Ooh, look at you? You would look spectacular if only you did something with that hair," it crooned.

"Shut up." She picked up a brush from Draco's dresser and raked it through her hair. She then strode over to the window and sat on the window seat. The sky was cloudy and the grass appeared damp. The birds were silent and the trees were waving wildly in the wind. She heard a door open behind her but she was a prisoner here and didn't turn.

"I see you decided to dress then," a cold voice drawled. She turned to face him; he was wearing nothing more than a towel and was look through a wardrobe. She blushed, embarrassed by his lack of attire.

"I was hoping you'd at least take me to see Ron," she replied turning back to the miserable summer view.

"Very well, after breakfast." He pulled out his clothing of choice and returned to the bathroom. After several minutes he came out again, "the bathroom is yours."

She stood and went inside. The room was huge and the bathtub was large enough for her to swim in. She washed and reality hit, half her family was dead murdered in the name of the person that she slept in the same bed with. Percy, Mum and Dad were dead, DEAD! The word was so cold, so impersonal. She was close to her family, Percy may have irritated her but he really wasn't that bad. She wasn't going to cry, she just hoped that Ron was all right. Breathing deeply she wiped the unshed tears out of her eyes and then went out to face Draco Malfoy, the new Dark Lord.

He was sat in a chair easting a slice of toast, reading a piece of parchment.

"I started without you," he stated. "I have a meeting to attend to this afternoon, so you will remain here."

"Will I now?" she queried testily. She picked up a slice of toast and buttered it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Vir. Did you and Potty have dinner plans?"

"No!"

"Well then, it really doesn't matter then does it?" he bit into his toast, his eyes watching her.

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Draco led Vir down to the dungeons, outside her brothers cell he stopped her and gripped her upper arms.

"Don't you dare try anything, I've still not quite forgiven you for last night." His eyes narrowed at her scaring her.

"I can't I haven't got my wand, remember." She flinched expecting a violent reaction, but she didn't receive one. He released her and curled his lip slightly. The door opened and neither were prepared for what awaited them inside.

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