I couldn't believe he had gone. Just abandoned me, wandless, on a derelict island in the middle of a stormy sea.

Fury mingled into my sadness. How dare he chooses for me. How dare he takes my right away to be able to want to protect him too.

He was so sure that I was too weak and too pathetic to endure becoming a Death Eater that he had actually chosen the path of certain death just to save me.

I stood up tall, staring out across the sea, the wind whipping my hair around more fiercely than ever as I felt a growing anger burn inside my stomach.

Not anymore, I thought. From this moment on, no one would ever feel the need to save me again.

Snape would be here to 'rescue' me at any moment. And I was determined to be ready for him.

...

Pop!

Quick as flash, before Snape could gather his bearings, I snapped the wand out of his hand, grabbed him and Apparated us immediately back to the outside of the Manor.

"Astrid, what-"

"Give me back my wand!" I snarled, digging the end of his wand into his neck. "I know you've got it! Draco gave it to you didn't he? It was all part of your plan!"

Snape looked down at me in alarm, as though he didn't recognise me. "We're trying to save you, child!"

"I DON'T WANT TO BE SAVED!"

"Draco is potentially sacrificing his life for-"

"I NEVER ASKED HIM TO!" I screamed, the anger inside of me boiling so furiously now that I thought some part of me would explode. "NOW GIVE ME BACK MY WAND BEFORE BOTH OF YOU DIE NEEDLESSLY TONIGHT!"

Startled, Snape delved in his pocket and retrieved my wand, warily handing it over to me. I snatched it from him, throwing his own into a nearby bush. I didn't want to give him the opportunity to hex me.

I stormed into the Manor, throwing the doors angrily open.

"Which room?" I spat fiercely at the cowering house-elf who manned the doors. "Which room is my father in?"

"The d-drawing room, miss,"

Without saying a thank you, I marched through the hallway, my dress billowing behind me, and didn't stop until I reached the double doors. I could hear a horrific screaming coming from within. Draco. It at least meant he was still alive.

I burst in ordering my father to stop.

I would show them, I thought fearlessly as I offered my arm to my father.

I would show them all.

...

Draco disappeared up to his room. Watching Voldemort show off his newly recruited daughter made him feel nauseous. Especially, as it appeared to Draco, that Astrid seemed to revel in it.

Snape had caught him on the way out of the drawing room and furtively explained that Astrid had overpowered him.

Draco couldn't believe it. It was only that morning when she had tearfully told her uncle that she loved him.

He couldn't understand what had happened. He thought saving her was the right thing to do, but their attempts seemed to have set something off inside of her.

"When all is said and done," Snape had muttered under his breath as they both watched Astrid smile up at something Voldemort had said, "she is, and always will be, the Dark Lord's daughter."

But Draco refused to believe she could change so quickly.

He sat in his dark green armchair in the dark looking through the gap in his not quite closed door. He would wait, he decided. He would wait until she was alone and heading to bed before approaching her.

He had been sat there for what felt like hours, just staring determinedly at the slither of empty hallway in his vision, when he heard the loud tinkle of laughter rising up the staircase.

"Oh Astrid, darling! You are so bad!"

Draco sat up at the sound of his aunt Bellatrix's voice. Looking through the gap in his door, he saw Astrid appear at the top of the stairs, her arm linked with his aunt's.

"Oh look darling, lover boy is waiting up for you! Be gentle with him now - he is my nephew after all!"

Draco flinched back in his chair immediately as his aunt continued along the hallway cackling to herself.

The door slowly opened.

"What are you doing sitting in the dark?"

He looked up into the eyes of his beautiful Astrid. But they looked different somehow. He couldn't work out why.

She stood looming in the doorway, not attempting to come into the room any further as she waited for an explanation.

"Why did you come back? I was trying to save you!" He implored.

"I never asked for you to save me."

Draco was shocked at the coldness of her tone. He searched her face for any hint of the familiar warmth that she always had for him. But it was like looking into the face of a stranger.

"I love you, I would do anything to keep you safe."

"Do I look like I need saving, Draco? You and my uncle need to back off. I'm not the weak pathetic Muggle you think I am. I am the daughter of a powerful strong wizard. It would do you well to remember that next time you decide to abandon me on a fucking rock!"

Draco blinked in disbelief. This did not sound like Astrid at all. Astrid didn't curse.

Her expression remained hard and set as she stared down at him.

"Is that all?" She snarled. "Were you waiting up all this time just for that? Or were you after something else? Something to satisfy a need perhaps?"

Draco's jaw dropped open incredulously. Was she really implying what he thought she was implying?

She stepped into room now, closing the door completely behind her. The only light came from the full moon which was shining down through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon them.

"Astrid, what- what are you doing?" He asked feeling slightly apprehensive as she slowly prowled towards him, not taking her now hungry eyes off of him.

She said nothing, simply stopped as she stood in front of him, and then sank down to her knees.

"Astrid?"

She leant forwards, positioning herself between his legs as he sat up alert in his chair. Her eyes never left his as she reached for his belt, immediately starting to unbuckle it.

"Astrid! What are you doing?!" Draco gasped grabbing at her fingers which were expertly working on his trouser buttons now.

"Don't pretend you don't want this, Draco." She hissed, unzipping his fly.

Despite himself, Draco felt the familiar twitching as her hand grabbed him, pulling him free from the restraint of his boxers, making him gasp in a mixture of pleasure and horror.

This wasn't her. Astrid didn't do this. But he found he was so achingly hard for her all of a sudden, it was difficult to think straight.

"It's my birthday, Draco - surely you won't deny a girl a bit of fun on her birthday?"

And with that, she leant forward and he let out a strangled groan as she circled her tongue over his tip, before clamping her lips firmly around him and sliding them down his length until he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" he cried, throwing himself back into the chair, his hips jerking up uncontrollably at the impact. And then, when she slowly and sensually began to move her lips up and down, letting her tongue flick and swirl around him he couldn't help but tremble and squirm beneath her as his breaths quickened into hurried eager pants.

His stomach twisted and knotted as the mounting pleasure built inside of him. He was only vaguely aware of the deep guttural mewl emitting from the back of his throat as his hands clenched the arms of the chair.

She increased her speed and he cried out as he finally got that sweet release. Waves of pleasure rolled over him as he spurted into her mouth. Her lips remained clamped over him, taking in every last drop he had to offer.

Her eyes found his as she slowly slid her head upwards, finally releasing his spentness, letting it flop exhaustedly down onto his stomach.

The darkness in her eyes terrified him. He searched frantically in them for the beautiful blue, but unless it was the moonlight playing tricks on him, only black remained.

She stood up, swallowing, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, before turning and heading back for the door.

"Where are you going?" He cried out, still trying to steady his breathing.

She paused at the door, having already half opened it. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes settled dully into his.

"To bed. I need to get my beauty sleep. Sweet dreams, darling."

And with that, she left, closing the door firmly behind her.

Draco stared bewilderedly at the shut door.

Whoever that girl was, it wasn't his sweet, kind Astrid. She had gone. And he was terrified he would never get her back.