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Working Out Their Differences	By : ravenclawkittyninja Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! I also make no money off of this story! If I did I wouldn't be a college student! J.K. Rowling is a genius though, and possibly God!

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Working Out Their Differences
My name is Genevieve Victor, but most everyone calls me Gen. I’m a fifth year at Madame Wendy’s All-Girls School of Witchcraft in America. My parents, unbeknownst to me until a few months ago, are Death Eaters--faithful followers of Lord Voldemort.
I had spent every Christmas holiday that I could remember at Malfoy Manor, and this one was no different. It was Christmas Eve and the manor was abuzz with the preparations for the huge holiday ball that the Malfoy’s hosted every year.
I, however, was sitting in Mr. Malfoy’s study with my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, and their son…Draco.
As long as we had been visiting the Malfoys is as long as Draco and I had hated each other. We treated each other like mortal enemies when we were alone and like annoyed brother and sister in front of our parents.
Speaking of our parents, they were babbling away about how important this ball was going to be tonight. Right, I thought, they said that every year.
“Genevieve Alexandria Victor are you even listening to me?” my mother asked.
Crap, I was busted. I could see Draco smirking out of the corner of my eye; he loved it when I got in trouble. He would never disrespect his parents the way I did, as he often reminded me.
“Yes, mother. ‘This is the most important ball…blah, blah, blah.’ You say this every year! What makes this one so special?” I asked, mimicking my mother’s voice.
This time Draco’s mother, Narcissa, spoke up, “I’m very glad you asked that Gen. This year we’re announcing your and Draco’s engagement!”
My head felt funny and I couldn’t see straight. Then I started laughing. To my surprise so did Draco.
He spoke up first, “You’ve got to be kidding me! You are aware that if the four of you weren’t in the room we’d be at each other’s throats?”
All I could do was nod. The word “engagement” was still stuck in my throat.
Mr. Malfoy spoke up next, “We are under the impression that despite your…past conflicts…you will respect your parents’ wishes and settle your differences.”
Draco straightened up at this. “Yes, father.” He said sitting back in his chair. Clearly that was all the help he would be.
“Daddy’s boy!” I hissed at him before turning to my parents.
“So tell me, why am I being forced into an arranged marriage?” I asked.
“Because,” my father said, “times are tough right now and we need to ensure the purity of our bloodlines. Surely you both saw this coming?”
“No!” Draco and I said together. He resumed his proper posture in his chair while I slumped with my arms folded. Maybe if I act like a child they won’t force me into an engagement.
“Well, we’ll leave the two of you to talk. We’ll see you both tonight at the ball. Please try to remember we’re doing this because we love you.” My mother said as the four of them walked out, shutting the door behind them.
Draco and I sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally I spoke up.
“This is all your fault you know!”
“My fault! Please inform me as to how this is my fault!” he sneered getting up from his seat. I loved getting him all worked up.
“Because, my parents would have never forced me into this. Your parents must have convinced them it was a good idea.” I spat at him, also standing.
“How do you know it wasn’t your parents who convinced mine?”
“Because I…I hate you!!” I yelled, unable to think of anything clever to say back.
“I hate you more!” he replied, also yelling, our faces inches from each other.
Before either of us knew what was happening Draco pulled me into him, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back roughly, hoping that he could feel my hatred.
He pushed me over to his father’s writing desk, clearing it with a wave of his wand.
He picked me up, setting me on the desk, his hand sneaking up my skirt. He pulled my thong down and threw it on the floor.
I felt him whisper in my ear, “I don’t just hate you…I loathe you!” before nibbling on my earlobe. I could only manage a small whimper as his hand was working on my pussy, ensuring my wetness.
He undid his trousers enough to release his throbbing, 7”, cock.
Without warning he thrust his length into me, groaning as he did.
I let out a soft moan, and whimpered as he pumped his cock into me
Draco, in one smooth motion, flipped me over, never leaving my tight hole. I was now bent over his father’s writing desk as Draco fucked me senseless, neither of us ever believing we would have been in this position.
I could feel my orgasm building, and I could tell Draco was close too. After a few more thrusts I came, my walls clenching around Draco’s cock. This sent him over the edge as well and he shot his load deep inside me.
He slipped his softening cock out of me and cast a quick cleaning spell which set the desk right in addition to cleaning the both of us up.
Neither of us spoke for a while as we caught our breaths and I replaced my panties.
Finally, Draco spoke up, “I still hate you.”
I chuckled softly, “Same here. That’s never going to change.”
“At least we have a way to release our frustrations.”
I nodded.
“Well then, I suppose I’ll see you tonight.” He said and we both crept out the door, checking to make sure neither of our parents’ were in sight.
I returned to the guest room I was staying in a proceeded to get ready for the ball. The 500 or more guests would soon be arriving at Malfoy Manor and I was expected to be ready to meet anyone my parents felt necessary.
Around eight o’clock that night, after dinner but before band started of course, the Malfoy’s and my parents made the announcement of our betrothal.
Loyal children, we played our parts and he slipped the promise ring onto my finger, a placeholder until we had both graduated.
Our parents dismissed us and we both retreated to our own rooms, mumbling insults at each other as we left.
“You see Narcissa,” my mother said after we left, “they just needed to work out their differences.”
Little did she know…
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