TWENTY TWO.

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When Florence arrived back at the manor her father was furious

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When Florence arrived back at the manor her father was furious. "You're with a Weasley?!" His voice boomed across the manor and Florence just ignored him and went outside to see Drogon. She had stopped at a muggle butchers and grabbed a few large slabs of meat.

"A Weasley Florence." The voice and heavy footsteps stopped behind her and Flo decided to keep feeding Drogon. Lucius placed a hand on her shoulder and swung her around. "You dare touch me?" She spat furiously and he stood tall, obviously refusing to back down.

He stepped closer to her. "You think that i would allow you to marry a Weasley. Of all pureblood families Florence. You would marry a blood traitor?!" Flo laughed maniacally and rolled her eyes. "First of all, there has been no speak of marriage you fool, we are dating and there is no understanding. Second of all, nobody expected mother from the great house of black to marry a pathetic Malfoy like you." She said lowly. To say Lucius was intimidated was an understatement.

"You have no right to dictate who I love or who I do not. You don't decide what I do with my life because everybody knows you stopped caring about me when Draco was born because I wasn't the son you wanted. The only person that truly loved me was mother and rightly so. You know it's a pain that Bellatrix killed Sirius and not you because god knows you deserve pain and suffering more than anything." Once Florence had finished speaking Lucius slapped her across the face so hard her head snapped to the side. Drogon perked up and let out a fearsome growl and Florence held her hand up.

She began laughing. Perhaps this was the moment that her coin landed on madness, nobody was to tell yet. "You dare lay a hand on me?! I think you perhaps have forgotten who I am, would you like me to remind you Lucius? No?" He didn't answer and she took a step closer to him and snatched the walking stick from him. "The next time you lay a hand on me will be the last time you have hands." She growled and threw the stick to the floor and stomped on it, popping the small dragon head from the top.

Florence made a hand movement for Drogon to roar loudly and hot air came from his mouth so hot it could scorch anyone if they got close enough. "I think you forget that brother and I are the last dragons. Our generations will be far more powerful than you Lucius, because as of right now I refuse to take the name of Malfoy. Making me what I have always destined to be. Florence fucking Stormborn." She said and stormed inside to see the death eaters gathered around Voldermort.

"My lord." She bowed her head and flashed him a charming smile. He began explaining that Florence was to apparate to Hogwarts to make sure that Draco pulls through with his task. "And his task is?"

"To kill Professor Dumbledore."

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