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He consumed himself. He thought that if he focused on work, he could keep telling himself that it would be a bad idea to visit her.
She came back.
Not, for you.
At least that's what Blaise told him. He was known however to tell him things "for his own good".
No, why are justifying this. You have a wife and a kid.
He raked his hands through his hair. He focused on the document in front of him. The words bled together and the frustration set in. He took in a deep breath and reached for his stress reliever ball. A few squeezes he shook his head and threw the ball the wall.
The door to his office opened and his worst nightmare stood in the doorway.
There she stood in all her radiance. Deep red hair cascading in loose curls around her shoulders; heavily lashed blue eyes looking straight through him as usual; and that smirk on her face as if she knew what he was thinking. She was breathtaking and frustratingly still as beautiful as she was in school.
"It's been while"
The voice was low, warm, and…seductive. He wouldn't expect anything less from her. She was his Femme Fatale; his downward spiral and his complete and thorough undoing of his very well kept pristine mask of steel. She was his Bonnie to his Clyde and she would awaken something in him he had kept locked away since he left Hogwarts.
He cleared his voice "Yes, it has been."
He looked away from her and sat his desk.
"What brings you here?"
She grinned "I thought we could enjoy lunch and catch up."
She held up a brown paper bag.
He hesitated; having her here any longer would ruin his composure that he tried so desperately to hold onto. All he wanted to do was grab her by the shoulders and shake her. One question was on his mind "Why?"
"I have a lot of work to do; maybe another time."
She set the bag on his desk "suit yourself."
She walked towards the door "Goodbye Draco."
He waited till he heard the door click, before he let out the pressure he felt in his chest.
Good job Draco. Your father would have defiantly been proud.
He sneered. His father would, however, approve of an affair, considering he had them weekly.
He shook his head; an affair with Natalya was a complete contradiction.
She sat in front of Marie in a café not too far from her flat.
Taking a sip of her tea she was interrogated about her every crevice of her past.
"What were your parents like?"
She looked out on the streets of London
"Cold, calculating, not a warm bone in their bodies. My mother and father were Russian and had been serving the Dark Lord since the beginning."
"Were you inducted in the DeathEaters?"
She smirked "Yes, around the same time as Draco Malfoy."
"Were you two a couple?"
"You could say that. Our families disapproved though, considering the Malfoy's and Romanoff's were in constant competition vying for the Dark Lord's approval."
"Are you still a Deatheater?"
Natalya smirked "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Do deatheaters still exist?"
She pulled her sleeve up and showed the still seemingly new dark mark on her arm.
"A lot of the marks were half heartily removed from the deatheaters. But, mine remained; do I show it freely? I don't cover it; it’s a constant reminder of who I was."
"A lot of people still think you practice. They're afraid of you."
Natalya grinned "Good, let them think it. It's better to be feared than be taken for a fool."
"I guess. I wish I had that luxury. No one ever fears me; they all think I'm a fool."
Natalya smirked "You're not a fool; you're just not ordinary. People are scared of the people who aren't ordinary. They don't conform to the normal and always provoke the routine. That is a very powerful gift you have. It's a gift that some of the most revered deatheaters lacked."
Marie narrowed her eyes "Did you just give me a compliment?"
Natalya smiled " I guess I did; I envy you. Where did you grow up?"
"Paris." Marie fidgeted; she wasn't used to being interviewed.
"You went to Beauxbaton?"
"Yes, my mother and father didn't like Hogwarts. They felt it was too dangerous."
Natalya smirked "They were right, you know. Can you speak French?"
"Oui, do you speak Russian?"
"Da, fluently. Both my parents were Russian."
"Only my mother is French, my father is English. My mother was a professor at Beauxbaton."
Natalya smirked "Is that why your nose is always crammed in a book?"
Marie smiled softly at the memory of her mother and looked out of the window to the heavily crowded streets. She then saw a face she didn’t want to see in the crowds. Her eyes widened.
"Do you think it's time to wrap it up? It's getting late"
Natalya looked out the window to see what had spooked her new friend.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I just don't want to be here anymore."
The door chimes moved as Damien glided through the door.
Natalya smirked as she saw her childhood friend made his way to the cash register to order an afternoon tea.
"Damien Dormer? Why does he spook you so?"
Marie blushed "we were once an item if you must know."
Natalya's eyes narrowed "isn't he married?"
"Yes much to my demise. He played me in the end; I had no idea he was married until after we became an "item".
"Ah yes, he does have a habit of doing that. He was in my house at Hogwarts. Tried for the longest time to make me one of his many conquests; failed miserably. Never got over it I heard."
She exhaled as he walked over to their table.
"Hello Damien" she looked down at her hands in her lap as she twisted a napkin.
Natalya laughed "Damien, you didn't forget me did you?"
Damien didn't look pleased at Natalya as he leaned down and kissed her on her cheek.
"Natalya, what a lovely surprise; I thought you were in Russia." He sneered as the country slipped his lips.
She grinned at his misfortune "I just got into town. I'm surprised you weren't at the Malfoy gala Damien. I didn't see one Dormer there now that I think about it."
Damien snuck a worried look at Marie and cleared his throat "We've distanced ourselves from the Malfoy's. We don’t want to associate ourselves with the wrong kind."
Natalya frowned "funny, I just received an invitation to a gala held by your very own mother and father. I seriously doubt they would have invited a Romanoff without inviting a Malfoy. Maybe, I'm mistaken. Hm"
Damien frowned "Yes, well I must be leaving. Goodbye Natalaya, Chambers."
He gave Marie a formal nod before leaving.
Marie leaned towards Natalya "I didn’t know he was involved with the deatheaters. "
"Barely, the Dormer's just enjoyed the association; they never did anything of consequence."
Marie shook her head "I learn something new every day. Well, I've had about enough of today. "
She stood and looked down at Natalya "You know; I know you doubt yourself. I do it too; but you have no reason to. I've never met someone as ruthlessly passionate as you. You put up a cold exterior, but I think you want to be better."
Natalya looked up "you're wrong, but I'll let you believe all of that."
I haven't introduced myself.
You may refer to me as Derby.
It's not my real name, but an affectionate nickname.
I started this series,because I was tired of the heroine. It was time for a darker individual to have a story and this resulted in Natalya Romanoff to be born.
Please review. I'd like to know your thoughts and whether or not I should proceed or scrap it.
Thank You so much for reading.