Lizzie's POV:

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He looks so amazed, confused, and in awe. I guess that really is the definition of starstruck.

He gets up off his knees and pulls me into his arms. Most would call it a romantic gesture, but the way his grip is slightly to strong and how his eyes look like a fire tell me his true emotions.

But as any good child raised in this house, he controls his emotions and just leaves a light kiss on my forehead.

"You're mine, doll."

We pull apart, and go to our seperate friend groups to 'celebrate' this engagement.

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The rest of the party is blurred in my memory by the record setting amount of shots and drinks I had.

All I remember is the couple's dance, which I was still decently sober for. I think I have a bruise on my hip where Riddle held onto me.

So how I ended up passed out in Enzo's room upside down on his couch and floor I don't know.

At least I was inside. Tom was on the balcony, slumped against the railing with cigarettes around him.

And my cousin and her fiance? They woke up in his bed, both very much lacking clothes. Gold star for anyone who can guess how that happened.

I love parties.

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Mattheo's POV:

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She's not in her room.

I've checked.

She's not in her room, Tom's room is empty, no one on the roof, the dungeons are quiet, and the kitchens are unraided.

Where is she?

Nagini unwraps from my right middle finger and grows to her usual size. She slithers off to find my disappeared fiance. The hiding snake thing is quite useful. Thank you for that, my doll.

After a while, I feel that Nagini found her. Berkshire's room? Why is she there?

I go to his room and open the door. I find chaos sprawled everywhere. My future wife is just waking into conscience with her legs on the couch, and her upper body on the floor.

Not the most glamorous I've seen her, I must admit.

I stand over her, staring down at her makeup smudged face. "Wake up, doll."

She rubs her eyes and yawns. But she makes no move to get up. I sigh and pour an anti hangover potion into her mouth. Some dribbles down her chin, so I wipe it for her.

She finally regains her senses. "Riddle? Why are you here?"

Or at least some of her senses.

"Our parents want to see us to talk about the wedding. Hurry up, we're late."

She lets out an exaggerated groan and gets up off the floor. She stretches and walks (not very well) over to Berkshire's wardrobe.

I watch her search through it until she finds some femenine clothes. Why does Berkshire have women's clothing? Is it hers? But she answers my unvocalised question.

"Thank god Enzo has some of Aurora's  clothes here..." The mutter leaves her lips. I stand leaned against the door while she puts on a black ripped top and snakeskin leggings.

Quite disappointing that women have mastered the skill of changing clothes in a discrete way. The most I saw was her bare back, since she somehow  can put leggings on under the dress and still take it off.

If this was medieval England, she'd be burned on the stake for witchcraft. Well, she is a witch.

In the three sseconds (or minutes) my mind wandered, she's fully dressed and has her hair in a ponytail of braids, with her wand stuck in too.

"Come on."

We walk in silence to the grand dining room. The only sound being Salazar and Nagini slithering after us.

Even they aren't fighting. Look at all of us being civil to each other.

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Lizzie's POV:

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House elves open the doors for us.

My mother and the dark Lord are sat at the end of the ebony table.

I sit at my mother's side, Mattheo by the bald prick.

"Now that you're officially engaged, we have to discuss the fine details of your marriage." Voldemort's voice is as pleasant as cat nails on an enchanted chalkboard.

"Which are?" I prop my legs up on the table. 'If you have a nice figure, show it off.' That's what my mother always told me. And I have nice legs.

"Legs down, Miss Lestrange," I put my legs back down, "the date and time of the wedding; the decorations, food and guest list; your dress and my son's suit; and your heir."

We sit in silence, taking in the dark Lord's words.

"After all of the other planned engagement weddings. I want ours to be the finale. Next year, at the end of summer." Riddle leans back in his chair and speaks.

Our parents just nod and a self writing quill notes it down.

"Black and gold. And white flowers." If he can just say whatever he wants, so can I.

The quill scratches against the paper again.

"And I can choose my dress by myself,  Aurora can help me." They nod again.

"Now about your baby..." The naked mole rat starts.

"Elizabeth, you have to be either pregnant by the end of your honeymoon, or already have the baby before the wedding date. Preferably, try stay skinny for the ceremony." Bellatrix finishes the sentence.

By the end of the honeymoon. That's slightly over a year from now. I can do this, just leave it until the honeymoon. If I get drunk enough, I can pretend it's a random guy, not the guy at the top of my 'To kill' list.

"How many?"

He just got told he has a year to convince me to fuck him and he asks how many kids!?

"The more the better. But two is the minimum. That provides a spare, in case something happens."

A spare!?

Excuse you, wrinkled paper bag, but I will not carry a child for 9 torturous months for you to call it a spare!

"And it better be a boy. A female heir is a weakness."

I can't stop myself from glaring at him. He may be the dark Lord, but calling a woman weak? Not even an emperor can do that.

I'll manifest the fuck out of hell so the first born is a girl.

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