There was a knock on the door. Laxamana spun around quickly and waited a while. After a few more knocks, a voice from the outside called, "Laxamana, are you there? Please answer," She knew who it was. Laxamana walked to the door in her pajamas, a white spaghetti strap and some black pajama mini shorts, her long hair swaying in back of her. Laxamana reached for the handle and turned it. Standing outside was Draco Malfoy. He grinned slyly at her. "Mind if I come in?" he asked. Laxamana allowed with out a word and closed the door behind him. "What is it you seek, Draco?" she asked. He made way to her bed and sat down, fixing his robes. "Were you in the process of dressing? Go ahead and continue. I'll wait...and watch." Draco grinned pleasingly. Laxamana glared. He stopped and continued on with what he was saying. "I received word from your father, my master," he started. "He said he wants you to get to it." Laxamana gave him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" she questioned. "What do you mean 'What are you talking about?'? What do you think? The task your father gave you! The task to kill Potter!" Laxamana turned away. "Oh," she said faintly. "That task," "What's wrong? You can do this, can't you?" he asked impatiently. Laxamana sighed. Draco drew a dissatisfying expression. "I..." She couldn't do it, she knew it. But her father didn't. He wouldn't bear to even hear such a thing. Lord Voldemort's daughter not accomplishing a simple task as to kill just a kid? "Draco, you know I am not like my father, I know you know, for I have told you numerous times. I can't do this, I can't. Nor do I want to. Harry Potter has no right to be murdered. He deserves to live. He is a caring boy, a gentle boy and a powerful wizard." Draco narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying, Laxamana? Do you fancy Potter? Do you?" he asked aggressively. Laxamana did not answer. "You know it is arranged to be you and me, not you and Potter. No, if you do not love me, then I will confess your reasons of not killing him. It is an easy task, Laxamana. It is very simple. Yet why can't you do it?" Laxamana stood in her pajamas, looking very embarrassed and ashamed. "I'm sorry, Draco," "You are not sorry until you love me," he spat. He motioned her to come to him. She hesitated, and then obeyed. He wrapped his hands around the bare skin on her waist and felt her smooth, pale skin while she unwillingly let him. She did not want this, or him. She wanted Harry, the boy who would care deeply for her, not just for her stunning looks. She wanted a real love, not the kind Draco Malfoy gave her. He slid his cold hands up her shirt, caressing her bare breasts with them. Laxamana tried her hardest not to shiver, for that would motion him that she did not enjoy this feeling. He wanted her to enjoy. He wanted to make her enjoy. Draco slid his hands out from under her shirt. Her back was to him as he began to feel her thighs, slowly moving up towards her backside. Laxamana closed her eyes, trying hard to enjoy the touch she was receiving, but nothing came to her. She only felt the unpleasant sensitivity of violation. He slowly began pulling her shorts down, revealing only the top part of her black thong. She heard him chuckle pleasingly as she felt warm tears willing up to her eyes. "Draco," she started. He stopped immediately and she knew she had done something wrong. She knew she had interrupted him while he worked. "What?" he answered irritated. "I...I don't want...." "My love? I'm sorry Laxamana, but it's deal or no deal. I make love with you or I tell your father that you are a coward and cannot do a simple deed and you will perish with the hate of your father." Laxamana whimpered as she thought, this is not love. She shook her head. It's not fair, "Nothing is fair, Laxamana," Draco answered as he used Legilimancy on her and he continued with his dirty work with slipping off her shorts fully. He pulled her to his lap and spread out her legs so he can feel the inside of them, moving his hands up to her crotch. "Don't you like that, Laxamana?" he sighed. Laxamana mentally shook her head as tears ran down