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Object of Their Affections by ReignLee
Chapter 39 : Gala
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A/N:  Alot of people have asked me how this story will all end, and the truth is I'm not sure.  I usually have a clear ending in mind, but I have two options in my head. 


Rosevine lay on her stomach on top of the covers with Draco’s head resting in the small of her back.  “Remember how we were talking about the parties my family has?” he asked her quietly.

“Of course,” she answered with a small laugh.

“We have an annual gala on Christmas Eve.  It doesn’t usually go as late as the others because all our guests want to go home that night so they can spend Christmas morning at home with their family, but it is very formal.”

“Will there be one this year?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes.  It will,” he paused.  “It will be rather difficult for you, I would imagine.” 

“Why’s that?”

“All the guests will be friends of my mother and father.”

“Death Eaters?” Rosevine asked

“Of course.  Every last one of them.  And, and the Dark Lord has made an appearance every year since his return,” he answered quietly.

Rosevine gasped, choking on the air she’d sucked in.

“The Dark Lord will be there?!”


“Christmas Eve is the day after tomorrow,” Rosevine sighed.

“I know.”

“Must we attend?  I’m not,” she sighed, not knowing how to voice her fear.  “I’m not ready for this.”

“The Dark Lord is expecting us to be there.  I cannot marry you without his approval,” Draco explained.

“He has to approve the marriage of his Death Eaters?  What business is it of his whom you fall in love with?”

“That’s just it Rosevine.  Marriage isn’t about love for us.  It’s about money, social standing, and blood status.  You have nothing to worry about really.  You’re a Pureblood as sure as any of us, the Parkinson’s are followers in his good graces, and the money part of it comes from my side.”

“This is overwhelming.  Why didn’t you warn me sooner?” Rosevine asked.

“I didn’t want to make you anxious for any longer than I really had to.  It won’t do either of us any good to stress out.  Being nervous is appropriate.  He would be offended if you weren’t nervous and afraid of him.  Just remember, when I present you to him, keep your eyes to the floor until he gives you permission to look at him.  Answer all his questions as a proper Pureblood would.  I’ll explain our decision for you to not join his ranks.  I’ll tell him you don’t have the stomach for killing.  You’re much more of a book worm, which he respects.  He may not find he has a use for you, but that does not mean he will dismiss you.  He is unrelenting in his cause, and as long as I serve him we will be useful to him.”

“I don’t know what to say.  What if he asks about me being sorted into Gryffindor?  That house is for the brave at heart, if we’re claiming I don’t have the stomach for killing then how should I explain that?”

“Tell him you asked to be sorted into Gryffindor.  You don’t get along with you cousin Pansy and couldn’t stand the thought of being in the same house as her.  You didn’t realize the serious implications of what you were requesting from the hat at the time, but you would change it if you could.  You wish you were in the same house as me.  You wish you could have made the Parkinson’s and myself proud and been sorted into Slytherin.”

“Okay,” Rosevine replied quietly.

“We should get dressed.  Dinner will be ready soon.  Tomorrow we’ll go shop for a gown for you for the gala.”

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