The Malfoy Affair

One Hell Of An 18th Birthday

Renn's Pov

These past few weeks have gone by rather slowly. Lucius and I haven't had much interaction outside of him teaching me protection spells and curses. He's been getting me to practice them instead of just getting me to read them which has been a nice change of pace but still the days feel like they're all blending together.

I don't know if I feel numb to it all or if I'm just bored because I do the same thing every day. I wake up shower, eat breakfast by myself, go to Lucius' study practice spells and curses all day by myself, get bitched at by him for something I'm doing wrong or for not having my guard up enough while preforming the spells, have dinner with everyone and then going to bed and having nightmares about all that is to come. It's been an endless cycle of numbness and trying to lay low so I don't have any more interactions with Narcissa or Bellatrix than needed.

Unfortunately, since the night in the garden I haven't seen much of Draco either. Sometimes he's at dinner with us and I try to catch his eye but he just looks away from me like he's scared to look in my direction for whatever reason. He gets more pale looking every time I see him and the dark circles around his eyes get darker. It's like he's not sleeping or taking care of himself. I'm very worried about him but I can't say anything to him because I don't want to get on Lucius' bad side again. He seen Draco and I coming in from the gardens that night and I got an ear full about it the next day. I assume Draco did too and that's why he's avoiding me.

Lucius has been very cold and distant with me ever since that night and we haven't done anything sexual. Which in all honesty is kind of a relief because over the past few weeks I've been able to pretend that the whole baby thing isn't going to happen. Ignorance is bliss as someone once said.

Today is different though today is the day I turn eighteen. I can't pretend like it isn't happening anymore because today is the day I lose my virginity to my best friends married father. I may even be pregnant by the end of the day and that thought was enough to make me hurl first thing this morning.

I was laying in bed, wrapped up in my big, fluffy, goose feather comforter when I realized what day it was and I immediately shot out of bed practically tripping over my own two feet before I threw myself onto the cold porcelain lid of the toilet. Quickly lifting it up and emptying all the contents in my stomach from the night before.

As I was throwing up a funny thought dawned on me. I was going to have to get used to my mornings starting with me throwing myself on the toilet, in fact that toilet was probably going to be my new best friend in a few weeks time.

Pushing that thought away I carefully picked myself up off of the floor and went over to the sink to brush my teeth and gargle with some mouth wash to get the awful acidic taste out of my mouth. Once I was finished with that I stripped down and hopped in the shower.

As I was showering I was startled by a pop noise coming from the other side of the green glass shower doors. I opened the door a crack and realized it was Tippy.

"Tippy can I help you with something ?" I said while closing the shower door and waiting for her response.

"Master has told Tippy to let you know that he would like every orifice of your body shaved for your time together later on tonight. Master does not like body hair." Intimidated by what my reaction to that statement was going to be I could hear the shakiness of her voice.

"That's fine Tippy I was planning on shaving anyways. Is there something else you need ?" I questioned in an annoyed tone wanting to be left alone already so I could prep myself to meet that jerks standards.