His

My eyes widened, had I hear him correctly?

“What did you just say master?”, I said terrified, the deatheaters were still in the room, it seemed they were free to talk to each other because they didn’t pay any attention to us.

“You heard me. You will be my wife by the end of this night”

“No! Why master?”, I cried, it was hard enough being his slave but his wife?

“Yes you will. I saw the darkness in you before today, bubbling through your veins, its in you. You have everything, darkness, power, passion and beauty…be grateful”

“I wont master! Being married is when two people are in love, is this love?”

“It doesn’t matter”

“Yes it does! Why do you need a wife master? Im still your slave, im still going to have to bow down to you and your followers, were already bound, it wont make a difference!”

“It will because then you wont bow down to my followers, just me”, he smirked, “It wont bind you to me, your soul already is part of mine so that wont make a difference-”

“-So why master!”, tears were falling onto my lap as I held my head.

“Because your too special to be wasted as a slave. You will still have to call me master and do what you normally do, in your rightful place. But you will be more useful, we wed at sunset”, he finished and stood. The whole room fell silent and still, the patter of my tears onto the table was all that could be heard.
“I announced last week of my engagement to my slave, we will be wed at sunset, I want all present unless I have given specific instruction to you. I want this news in the daily prophet tomorrow, Avery make sure it happens”, Avery nodded from further down the table, “You are all dismissed”, everyone stood up to leave, a blonde woman stayed behind.
“Narcissa?”

“Milord, you requested me to prepare your fiancé”, she said boldly with a bow, she was a beautiful woman, blonde with blue eyes, she looked part veela but maybe it was just a family trait.

“Ah yes, ill call for you when you‘re needed, you are dismissed”, she nodded and left very quickly leaving me alone with him.

“Prepare me master? I don’t think so, I wont marry an evil murdering bastard!”, I shouted, that got me a Crucio, my screams filled the room as I gasped at his feet.

“You will be my wife, at my feet is how I like you, you will be there more often in future now apologise”, he added smugly I shook my head in disgust, he kicked me in the chest and Crucioed me some more, a few punches were added to the torture.

“Stop! Please stop master I cant take anymore!”, I screamed holding myself in the foetal position, tears streaming down my face.

“Will you say you want to marry me? Not that it matters but I want you to say it”, he said with a snigger in his voice, how could I marry someone like this? Being a slave was different, I was forced to be there, marriage is like agreeing to being with him! He grabbed my hair so the upper half of my body was off the ground, “Say it!”, he said through clenched teeth.

“Yes master, I want to be your bride, I want to be with you!”, I choked, “Is that good enough for you?”

“it’s a start”, he released me hair and I crumpled to the floor.

“Why do you sometimes act like you like me and then be so hateful master?”, I whispered with the energy I had left.

“The second of them is because of the first”, he explained simply, he was horrible because he likes me and just doesn’t want to show it. Evil git.

“Why do you have to hurt me master?”, I sniffed, wiping away my tears, I wanted to be strong.

“Ill have Severus heal you once you return to my chambers. I don’t want to hurt you, I have something nagging inside of me telling me not to but its in my nature”, he replied and apparated with me back to the bedroom, what he said doesn’t mean much to me. He left as soon as we arrived. I shivered as I looked down at myself, my dress had a tear down the middle and I was covered in blood, bruises and cuts. I lay on the floor curled up waiting for Snape, I had no energy to heal myself or do anything.

A pop told me he had arrived, I didn’t look up though.
“The dark lord tells me you need healing, what have you done now-”, he stopped abruptly when he saw me, he turned me over to look into his eyes and I could see sympathy in them, I didn’t want it.

“I did nothing sir, just expressed how I didn’t want to marry the bastard”, Snape didn’t reply but muttered a few charms and I felt some heal. He uncorked a bottle and prepared to put on a few unhealed marks,

“This may sting”, and it did, I clenched my muscles as I felt like it was sizzling my skin off, it worked though and soon my skin was clear-except from the blood which he removed with a simply ‘Scourgify’. He gave me a potion which gave me back my energy, I muttered a thank you before getting up from the floor. It was annoying, Voldemort tortures me then a quick visit from Snape and everything’s alright supposedly.
“I’ve told you not to ever piss off the dark lord”

“So have many sir, it was him who was at fault and he knows it”, I replied with no emotion

“You will and already have felt the mercy of the dark lord, he isn’t forgiving and kills for pleasure, just remember that. When I heard that you had killed someone I was so shocked, maybe not so when I look at it now, you have something about it and I can feel it when im near you, as do others”. I ignored him so he left leaving me alone yet again.

“Im not evil, im not a murderer!” I told myself over and over again, I was just angry when I killed him? But it felt weird…I felt good, no! I cant feel that! A small cough caught my attention, I looked round to see Narcissa Malfoy standing behind me.

“Im here to get you ready for you wedding as you know, dear me what happened to your dress?”, she seemed too polite.

“My master. You haven’t got a dark mark have you, why? I would of thought someone such as yourself would”, I sneered/

“I am a follower not a murderer, there’s a difference. Draco did what was expected of him from his father, so I do what I must do to keep myself and him alive”

“By shagging my master”, I muttered she slapped me across the face

“Don’t piss me off, im not nice when I don’t want to be. I do what I must, at least im free not stuck as the whore slave of the dark lord!”

“No but your still his whore aren’t you!”

“This isn’t going to work. We either get on or I go back to the dark lord and get us both tortured, so what’s it going to be?”, she asked patiently, I didn’t reply but she took it as an answer to the first option.
“The dark lord chose your dress, it would be easier if I magically put it on you”, she flicked her wand and my clothes disappeared leaving me naked, before I could even attempt to hide my body a gown ‘grew’ across it.

It was a deep red, more burgundy than red and was shining on its satin material, but dashes of black evened it out, giving a more gothic look to it. The top was a tight, strapless corset embedded with diamonds sprinkled across, it glistened in the light wonderfully. The trail was royal train length, flowing for maybe 9 or 10 foot, only princesses and queens ever wore these sort, it was also scattered with diamonds also, gradually getting less at it neared the end, you would think it would weigh so much but it was as light as a feather. I couldn’t hide my shock at the gown, where did he get this? I’d never seen one like it, even in fairytales.
My necklace turned ruby strangely, it matched my dress and was beautiful, he must have enchanted it to change for today, It rested neatly on my now pushed up breasts.

“It does look beautiful”, I smiled, forgetting being tortured less than an hour before.

“Yes it does, you are lucky. Yes he’s a evil murdering bastard but he still cares enough for you to go to all this trouble for you”, I laughed at her calling him a bastard. “So let me sort out your hair and makeup, what are girls for other than to pleasure our men?”

“That’s all we seem to do”, I replied and sat down, she flicked her wand and cast various spells-no muggle use of brushes, she was good at it though and took her time, when she finished she gave me a mirror.
Wow. My hair was in curls framing my face and my eyes were deep and smoky, my red lips just added to the affect wonderfully.
“Wow, you are good at this!”

“Thanks, what did you think I did when I was stuck at the manor alone? Just one thing to finish it off”, she placed a silver, diamond studded tiara on my curls. “You are beautiful, the dark lord is lucky to have you”, she smiled, admiring her work.

“My master can have whatever and whoever he wants, it isn’t luck”, I didn’t care anymore I never ever thought id be a bride, especially looking like this! But to the dark lord?
“I don’t want to marry him but it doesn’t make a difference, im bound to him anyway, its just a publicity stunt probably”, I giggled playing with my necklace. I moved around easily even with that amount of material I was pulling along, I didn’t want to sit down I was so nervous.

“Everyone’s going to be there, the dark lord wanted so, he even has a few scared-for-their-life daily prophet reporters coming-he wants the whole world to know”

“That’s comforting”

“Yes well at least you know your going to be married to the man who will rule the world, you will be safe from everything-”

“-But him”, I said quietly, she looked at me and surprisingly gave me a hug. An actual hug. From Malfoy’s mum.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve survived so far you will get through the rest. I should leave, I know you wouldn’t expect it from a Malfoy but Good luck and congratulations”, she disaparated with one last smile. She isn’t so bad after all, but congratulations…Is this time for celebration?

I always used to imagine my wedding day. Getting ready with my friends and family around me, then when I get to the chapel, my husband would be waiting, my love.

But no, I was alone with no one to talk to just a beautiful gown and a tiara like a princess. No not a princess. A princess has a white gown and is pure, nothing pure about me anymore, my body has been used countless times, my soul belongs to him while my mind is slowly being taken over by the dark…a single tear drop fell but quickly brushed it off, not worth it.

I don’t know what I did for the next few hours, just went over my thoughts as I usually did. I couldn’t stop fidgeting, why was I so nervous? Im already bound to him! But this seems so much more personal…

I felt a burn on my thigh, knowing it was time to go I left the bedroom, if I didn’t its still going to happen and ill just be punished again. My breathing quickened as I got nearer to the grand doors of the hall, alone, my long trail being pulled along behind me with no effort. I stood staring at the doors, behind them is my future with everyone I never loved to witness it.
One last deep breath and the doors slowly opened to a new beginning.

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Short i know please forgive me :)
I like the idea of them two being married, they're already bound to one and other but i think Voldemort wants a more personal connection.