Bellatrix's daughter in love with Neville Longbottom.

Chapter 12-Lets Dance

~Neville's POV~
I was nervous. Utterly terrified. But honestly I would of been one hundred times calmer if Thorne would stop bouncing on her toes as we walked down the staircase towards the ballroom.
"It'll be fine, I've been waiting for this my whole life...it will be completely fine" Thorne kept saying.
I wasn't quite sure if she was addressing me or just reassuring herself.
"Why do you want to be a death eater?" I asked her looking at her with a sideways glance.
"Are you mad? Why wouldn't I? Power...status...respect" she said with a girlish beam and let out a soft nervous sigh. It reminded me of how I felt when I had to give presentations at Hogwarts...although I guessed this was more extreme than a project on a flubber worms life cycle.
We walked to the side door at the bottom of the stairs that led into the ballroom and Thorne closed her eyes "alright, this is it" she whispered and suddenly snapped her head towards me with a dark glare that almost made me stumble back in shock. "You embarrass me, or mess this up for me in any way and I'll personally make you rue the day you were born, then give you to Fenrir as a chew toy! Got it?" She hissed through her teeth. I simply nodded with slightly wide eyes at her sudden aggression. "Now stick by me and don't speak" she said simply "you're lucky you don't have a collar" she smirked and walked into the ballroom. I restrained myself from rolling my eyes.

It had transformed since I had been cleaning and decorating. Sure it had looked nice before, but now it was glowing with decadence. In the air floated soft lights that looked like stars floating amongst the outrageous chandeliers. Purebloods all dressed to impress and to brag were talking and dancing as elegantly as if they were walking on air.
There seemed to be something in the air as they all had their noses high and soft patronising smirks settled on each of their faces. It was intimidating as well as infuriating, but added to the posh and rich feel of the room.
It was then I noticed that most of the expensively dressed or most popular witches and wizards were accompanied by other slaves...like me. The illusion of luxury was shattered and the wonder that once filled my eyes fell crumpling into the dirt which I knew to them I was as worthy of.
Handsome males dressed in fine suits with collars paraded with the women. They reminded me of French poodles, all looks. I continued to scan the crowd and my eyes widened as I spotted Fenrir Greyback, talking with another wizard, an Amber drink in his hand and about 5 young girls surrounding him all in minimalistic clothing...some would call it just jewellery. I felt a slight blush rise to my cheeks and I looked at Thorne who gave me an understanding look and suddenly surprised me (something she was rather good at) by taking my hand and leading me in the other direction.

"No need to linger near such company" she said with a soft sigh "poor girls...makes me think of Coraline" she said quietly and with my surprise at her gentleness sparked an annoyance that Coraline had been hurt by Thorne as well and she was being very bloody hypocritical! I didn't get to voice my opinion however because she suddenly stopped me and turned shoving a drink in my hand "here, you'll need that by the end of the night" she cooed and when I didn't immediately drink it, she pushed the bottom of the glass up so it met my lips. I drunk the sharp liquid down and felt a warmth spread along my insides.
"More relaxed now pet?" She cooed and I had to nod, I felt my senses blur at the edges and the ache that had been in my head dim slightly.

"Thorne!" A woman's voice called out as a blonde haired woman, who I knew was Narcissa Malfoy, walked over swiftly. Her heels made an obnoxious noise against the floor and she was dressed in a deep navy, velvet dress. "Thorne, sweet niece, how are you feeling?" Narcissa asked her in a chirpy voice and kissed both her cheeks. "Nervous aunt Cis...but excited" Thorne replied with a deep breath and small smile.
"You look gorgeous, but relax your shoulders dear, be more lady like...you'll need to impress the many fine young men here" Narcissa said her voice changing to a more serious tone.
Thorne choked on the drink she had quickly started to down when Narcissa had told her to be 'lady like' and her eyes widened "excuse me?" She asked and crossed her arms shoving the glass in my hand.
"Oh that's the exact same expression your mother gave me when I told her marry" Narcissa scolded and Thorne's eyes widened further "marry?!" She hissed and Narcissa huffed "well not now, but you only have a few good years left dear, and you are of age now" she said with a firm nod "how about you dance with a boy?" She pressed with an encouraging smile. I'd seen the look Thorne was giving before, and I new it was not good. "Fine" Thorne said in a strangely polite way, her voice going a little higher to exaggerate her femininity "I will dance with a boy" she agreed and took my hand suddenly and with a wicked smirk she pulled me to the dance floor and stopped me before placing her hand on my shoulder. "Let's dance pet" she cooed and started to lead a slow waltz.
From the corner of my eye I saw the scorn of disapproval from Narcissa...
How on earth could one teenage girl be so complex? I thought to myself studying Thorne curiously. Maybe this situation wasn't so black and white.

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