You sat next to the Black Lake, crying. You were being forced to marry none other than Draco Malfoy. You thought he was handsome, but you still hated him. In your opinion, he was an arrogant prick. Plus, you were in love with someone else. You were considered a "good girl" or a "goody two shoes". Your father was Lord Voldemort and your godfather was Severus Snape. Neither of them liked your good behavior, so they tried to think of something that would get you to change. Draco's aunt and your future stepmother, Bellatrix Lestrange, thought of the idea of you marrying Draco, so she told Voldemort. He liked the idea, so he sent a letter to Snape and told him Bellatrix's idea. He liked it too so he had told you about the plans. You had found out about a week ago. As you looked into the Black Lake, you noticed your makeup was running. Your mascara had got messed up due to the crying. You were so lost in thought that you didn't even hear someone approaching you. The person cleared their throat and when you turned around, you saw it was Draco