A Malfoy Never Loses

"Excuse me."

Jessy looks up, and immedietly is filled with hatred and disgust.

"What do you want Flint?" She asks, her voice cold.

Marcus looks over at the girl he once loved, her eyes darkened by anger, her voice chilling his heart.

"I wanted to tell you that your father wanted to see you in his office." Marcus tells her, looking at the floor.

"Tell him I\'m busy. I\'ll see him during break." Jessy snaps.

Marcus turns away and walks around the corner. Stopping when he hears Potter\'s voice.

"Jessy, please go see your father." His voice hints at fear.

"No. Please, Harry. Let me stay with you for a little longer." Jessy\'s voice pleading with him.

Marcus feels jealousy and rage at Potter, fuming he marches himself straight into the Dark Lord\'s office without knocking.

"What is the meaning of this Flint?" The Dark Lord growls.

Flint drops to his knees and looks directly at his Master.

"My Lord, your daughter is with Potter in a deserted corridor." Flint tells him, his voice cold.

"Dismissed."

Flint can barely contain his anger at being dismissed so easily. \'No Reward?\' He asks himself walking back to the Great Hall.



Harry watched Marcus leave before speaking with Jessy again.

"Jessy, please go see your father." He had asked her, pleaded with her.

She was adamant about spending time with him. He didn\'t know why, until she kissed him. At first it was rough, but then it was soft and full of passion. Harry kissed her back, pulling her closer to his body. He could feel himself reacting to her touch; He pulled away, his face flushed red.

"Harry what\'s wrong?" Jessy asks, her face full of concern.

Harry looked up behind her and his heart nearly stopped. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, just waiting for a curse to hit him.

"Jessica." The cold voice of her father snaps her out of focus.

She spins around, putting Harry behind her protectively.

"Father...I was going to visit you during Break. I trust Flint wasn\'t stupid enough to forget my message?" She asks, putting on a brave face.

"Is that Harry Potter behind you Jessica?" He Father asks, ignoring her question.

"Yes, my Lord." Harry answers, walking out from behind Jessy and dropping to his knees.

"You know your place." The Dark Lord says, almost smiling.

"Yes, my Lord." Harry responds.

"Father please don\'t do that to him. Please." Jessy pleads.

"Where is Lucious\' son?" Her father asks her.

At the mention of Draco, Jessy\'s face grows hot and her eyes flash.

"Probably with that skank he calls a girlfriend." She snaps.

Harry looks up at Jessy, he didn\'t think she would ever speak with such hatred when talking about a Malfoy, especially not in the prescence of her father.

The Dark Lord raises his eyes to meet his daughters. The flashing red of anger, and the dark burn of hatred amuses him.

"What are you doing here with Potter?" He asks her, sensing the boy\'s nervousness.

"Wouldn\'t you like to know daddy?" Jessy asks him, her voice dripping with venemous anger.

"Jessica. I will make the decision who you see and who you associate with. Do you think it would be wise for me to let you go galavanting around with the \'boy-who-lived\'?" Her father asks, his voice cold and hard.

"Yes I do Father." Jessica answers sarcastically.

"Potter, get to your feet." The Dark Lord snaps.

"Yes, my Lord." Harry replies, getting to his feet.

"Do you like my daughter?" He asks Harry.

"No, my Lord." Harry answers, noticing the look of pain and anger on Jessy\'s face.

"No?" He questions.

"No, my Lord. I love her." Harry tells him, looking at Jessys face.

The pain disappeared, replaced by amusement and slight irritation.

"Jessica, I will allow Potter here, to be your consort." Her father tells her.

Noting the look of happiness he adds, "For now."

She frowns at him, but shakes her head and smiles at Harry.

"Now you\'re both late to Potions. Get lost." he dismisses them.

Before they reach the corner Jessy slips her hand in Harry\'s.

"Go easy on him Jessica." Her father calls out, much to Harry\'s surprise.