Anastasia Martha Riddle is going back to Hogwarts! What will happen if Harry and the Weasleys find out about her secret father? How will her and Draco's relationship be tested with the dark lord around? Find out in "LOVED BY A MALFOY"
Sequel to "CHA...
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I sighed on the black leather couch in the living room I had arrived in just a few months later. I have been at Malfoy Manor for 3 months already and I am going back to Hogwarts in a week. I am nervous to go back, I mean I have been hiding a huge secret from all my friends and old family. I have been hiding that Voldemort is my father. Yep, Voldemort!
"Anastasia! Come!" I heard a familiar cold voice shout from the dining room. I sighed and got off the couch and went into the dark dining room. There, at the end of the table was my father. Staring at me coldly.
"Yes father?" I asked annoyed. He was fine with my attitude, he actually liked it! He thought it made me a true slytherin.
"As you know, you are starting Hogwarts in a week. Now, since you are my beloved daughter you have a small little mission. Your mission is simple. Befriend Harry Potter." He said slowly.
"I'm already friends with Harry." I groaned.
"No! You need to become best friends with Potter!" He snapped. I didn't even flinch.
"Do I have to?! Why can't I just become best friends with Hermione?" I whined.
"You will not befriend a mudblood! Otherwise you might as well go back to the blood traitor Weasleys!" He shouted.
"Ugh! Fine!" I complained.
"Good. Now you need to befriend Potter to gain his trust and learn information about him."
"Fine." I breathed. I have gotten used to doing what ever father says, because otherwise he will get mad. Even though I have never been scared of him, he can definitely yell.
"Great. You have a free day today so you can do whatever, but don't go outside of the Manor grounds!" He warned. I nodded then headed out of the dining room. Even though he was Voldemort and like ya know, plain evil. He is actually a pretty good father, he is considerate of my feelings, somewhat respectful to me, and he is always worried about me. I hate to admit it, but I love him for that.
Usually when I have a free day I just lay around but today I wanted to do something. So I walked up to Draco's room and saw an....amazing...sight.
There, by his dresser, stood Draco only in his boxers. I chuckled.
"Why are you just getting dressed? It's 1 in the afternoon!" I chuckled again. He didn't even turn around, he just kept looking though his dresser.
"Because, I might have just woken up." He said shyly. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. I looked at his dresser and scanned the clothes.
I quickly picked out an outfit for him and he put it on. He was about to button his shirt when I stopped him. I smirked and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips. He moved his hands from his buttons to my waist and pushed me toward him. I smiled into the kiss.
