* dance with the E N E M Y, athenoyle lollll

[Athena Christensen]

"Repeat that for me, please." the girl at the table asked. Athena had just got back from Greece, and she was pretty sure that what she had just heard was a figment of her imagination. "Try to understand that it wasn't our idea, Thena. But since you asked me to repeat it, I shall. Your mother's parents have decided that you're to get married to... erm. Someone called Goyle?" her father replied. Athena's face sunk. She knew exactly who he was. The tall, menacing bloke from Slytherin who was in the same year as her. It wasn't the best start to her eighteenth year alive. Actually, she felt like she could kill her grandparents right now. They hadn't said a word whilst she was in Greece. They obviously knew how she was going to react. Or so they thought. She took a deep breath, before turning to ask her parents another question. "How soon can I get a flight to Denmark?" her face remained solemn. She wasn't going to marry Gregory Goyle. Over her dead body.

"Well, Thena. There's the problem. We have to agree. Apparently it had He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's approval. Because, you know your grandparents are into that kind of thing. Either you marry him, or they're going to kill us and your brother and sister. Just do it for us. Please?" her mother chimed in. The guilt card, it was never going to be far behind. She love her parents dearly, and quite honestly she was prepared to sacrifice marrying someone she loved to save their lives. "But why me? Why not Karolina? Okay that was a stupid question. But I know for a fact Goyle could be married to that Avery chick who left at the same time as me!" she whined. Now, don't get me wrong, Athena really wasn't the whingiest of children, more so because she was now eighteen. But when you learn that you're being forced into marriage, you're going to whinge.

That was two weeks ago now, and the first ever official meeting of Athena and Gregory was to happen at Athena's parent's house. Now, three weeks ago she had expected to leave home and persue what she wanted. Now she was effectively going to be a trophy wife. For someone who was about a foot taller than her, she was going to look ridiculous next to him. Actually, he was going to look ridiculous next to her. She was average and pretty and he was tall, menancing and his reputation, well it was said he was stupid. She didn't want to marry someone she couldn't keep a conversation with. Athena would do better by marrying one of the older death eaters. Atleast most of them weren't actually stupid or brain dead unlike Goyle. Athena was starting to wonder why she had actually agreed to this farce. Then it came back to her. She and her family would be dead.

She wasn't exactly nervous, per say. She actually wanted the day over and done with. Because quite honestly, she didn't want to be doing this now (or ever, quite frankly). Her parents had made her dress up, in a pretty little smart dress and made her wear heels that she could not walk in. So, fortunately for Athena, she didn't actually have to meet Goyle at the door. Infact, she wouldn't have been able to meet him at the door of the dining room. She actually physically couldn't move more than five steps away from her chair. Anyway, she would have refused to get up when he entered anyway. Because quite frankly, he is not the Queen of Sheba. He's just a Goyle and she knew she could do way better than the giant oaf.

She sat there, tapping away the floor. Waiting, rather patiently in her opinion, for her impending doom. They weren't going to click, she knew it too. Hell, if her grandparents knew any better, then they should have known that Gregory and Athena weren't going to click. She was intelligent, spoke two languages fluent and another adequately. She left school with all her N.E.W.Ts and didn't fail a single thing. She got to travel places in Europe when she left Hogwarts. What did he do? Probably nothing. Other than being Lord Voldemort's bum buddy, he probably did jack shit. He was a low life, with money, in her opinion and nothing was ever going to change that. Athena heard the door close, and could only here one voice, her father's. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she safely assume that Goyle was here with his parents too.

She could just imagine it now. Being locked in here with the oaf who would probably walk into a wall or something whilst their parents drank tea in the second reception room which was convieniantly located out of the way of the dining room. She had only just remembered that her siblings, Frederik and Karolina were in Denmark. Another conveniance. Right now, Athena was starting to hate these convieniances, and wished that she had joined her siblings in Denmark. She was sure the death eaters wouldn't find them in Denmark, they probably didn't even know where Denmark was. Whilst she had lost her train of thought, she presumed that Goyle was probably behind here or about to walk through the door. So she decided to put on the best fake smile she had. She wouldn't bother to say a word until he did. That's how these people worked. The women usually spoke when spoken to.

Then she realised, she was Athena Hecate Margarethe Christensen, and no one told her what to do. Not a boy, not her grandparents. Not a fucking withered old man who thought he'd make the magical equivalent of the Holocaust. No, she was going to sabotage this anyway she could. Or atleast outsmart him, which from what she heard wasn't hard to do. "So, you're the prick... wait no, let me apologise for my impertinance. So you're Gregory Goyle? I hear that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has given his blessing to our forced union. I bet you're so pleased that he actually took notice of you." she said, rather spitefully but still showing that fake ass smile. "So, we have earl grey, camomille, green, indian, apple and jasmine. What would you prefer?" she pointed towards the center of the table. Full well leaving out the fact those were teas, just to confuse him.

[Gregory Goyle]

Two weeks ago, Gregory Goyle had been approached by his father about an arranged marriage. The only thing Greg bothered listening to was “wife” and “approval from the Dark Lord”. The former, wife, meant that Greg would be expected to have sex and have a son. In all honesty, the only thing he cared about in that situation was the sex. And then there was the fact that the Dark Lord had approved of this. As a Death Eater, whatever the Dark Lord wanted, the Dark Lord got. If not, it was living hell for everyone. So obviously, Gregory had to follow through with this. Ophion was proud, and rather excited to be getting a son. Ophion was assured that he would get one, for he had taught his son well: “when I say something, you do it, understand?” Gregory had learned that lesson quicker than any other, mostly because it was beaten into him. But who the woman was, Gregory paid no attention.

It wasn’t until a day ago that he asked about her. In fact, an hour or two after he was told about the marriage he had forgotten about it. His mind had better things to do. More specifically, he had to do what his master ordered. That was never easy, but it could be fun from time to time. Greg had been assigned to locate and track down a family of mudbloods, which he had done fairly well. So his mind had been pretty busy. When Greg asked who his wife to be was, his father was greatly amused. ”What? Were there other women of more importance that caused you to forget your future wife?” His father had asked, a devilish smirk on his lips. ”You could say that, father.” Greg had replied, just wanting the answer so he could leave his parents house and go back to his own. ”Athena Christensen.”

Greg knew the girl. He had gone to Hogwarts with her, actually. She was, or at least he thought, a Ravenclaw. One of those smart asses. God he hated those smart asses. Greg never really spoke to her, but she had been a Ravenclaw, so he believed he knew her enough. He wasn’t one to associate with others that weren’t Crabbe, Malfoy, family, or a fellow Death Eater. Sure, there were the women he slept with, but that could barely be considered an association. And when in Hogwarts, he limited himself to the worthy Slytherins, attractive women, and intelligent freaks who did his work for him. So any interaction with Athena and Greg had been pretty limited. Greg knew she was attractive, so he didn’t really care about what he was getting into.

Now Greg had to have an official meeting with Athena. And her parents. And his parents. Well, Gregory, for one, knew how this meeting would probably go. His mother would be kind and polite, like always. His father, on the other hand, would scrape off as civil, and try to use his wealth and “power” to his advantage so they’re civil back. It was how it always went and Greg was okay with that. His family was quite odd, as the wives from other families were nearly always polite and whatnot; while the men were intimidating and hardly civil. So this meeting was pretty pointless, in his opinion, that is.

Greg expected the woman to stand when he enters the room. After all, that was how it was done in most of the pureblood families’ houses that he’s been to. The house elves would serve the food and hang the coats, the women would stand upon their entrance and sometimes meet their guests at the door, and then men would eat, drink, smoke or whatever they choose, and speak about whatever they fancied. The women would dress nicely in a dress or skirt, and the men in some type of suit. That was how it usually went. Or at least whenever Greg was around. It was what he grew up with; it was the system he became familiar with. Anything different just didn’t work with him. But Greg figured he’d have to deal with it if anything was different at all. After all, he was meeting his future wife. And there was no “if” or “maybe” in this situation. He’d have to marry her. The Dark Lord approved, and going against what he approved was a definite mistake. The only way he could get out of this was if her family decided against it, or if they turned out to be traitors or sympathizers, which were two of the same.

Greg didn’t dread this marriage. If it didn’t work the way he wanted to, he could bend the situation to his favor. He was pretty good at that; in fact, he was very good at it. When his menacing looks didn’t work, his bending skills came in handy. And if that didn’t work, he could always lie. Maybe not to the Dark Lord, but there were other people to lie to. If it did work his way, he’d be happy and she wouldn’t have to deal with an irritated Gregory Goyle. All Athena had to do to keep Greg happy was do what she was supposed to: be a good housewife and trophy wife. Oh, and give him a son. Then she could do whatever she pleased. Hell, she could have an affair for all he cared. As long as it was with a pureblood and away from his family’s attention.

Allowing his parents to go with Athena’s and follow his directions to go into the other room where Athena was, Greg walked towards that room, looking around as he did so.

Greg had only just walked into the room and approached Athena when she called him a prick. Well hey now, my cock is probably bigger than all the men you’ve slept with put together, he recoiled mentally. As if he’d say that as his introduction. Greg cocked an eyebrow at her as he sat down, noticing she didn’t stand. “So you’re the smart ass.” He said subtly, taking a seat. “Well duh.” He muttered, looking at the assortment before him, whatever it was. Sheesh, and I though she was smart, he thought. Leave it to Gregory Goyle to look like an idiot. Greg nodded in forgiveness as she apologized for her…. Whatever the hell that word was. “So I’ve been told.” He said nonchalantly to her acknowledgment, examining Athena. Well, she isn’t ugly, he thought approvingly. But why couldn’t her boobs be bigger?, he added to himself. “Pity.” He murmured quietly, looking back towards her face. ”Oh, shit. Right. Excuse my manners.” Greg added quickly, just remembering that he had to be civil and whatnot, and since she apologized, he supposed he would have to too. “Hm? Oh, yes, quite pleased that he has given a blessing.” Greg added, bringing his attention back towards their conversation, if that's what you could call it. "It's not every day the Dark Lord gives a blessing. Let alone bothers with his loyal servants' romantic affairs." Or lack there of, he added mentally.

Greg looked at the whatever-they-are on the table following her question. “No tea? Hm… I guess chamomile works.” He said, having no idea what the hell those things were. Chamomile sounded the most familiar, and if it was familiar with him, then it had to be suitable.

Leave it Gregory Goyle to look like an idiot…. Again.

[Athena Christensen]

Quite honestly, at this moment of time, Athena didn't think much of Goyle. She knew from the eyebrow raising that he really did expect her to stand. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to. Not without taking her shoes off and right now, she wouldn't have been able to get down and take them off, they hurt her feet so much that she couldn't feel them. She still soldiered on though. She didn't bother to retailiate to the smart ass comment, because if she ended up arguing with him, she was pretty sure she'd attempt to attack him in some way. Probably with the shoe, because that was the best weapon she had at her disposal. And a tea pot, but she was also very sure that her mother would kill her if she broke the china tea pot. It was apparently a wedding present from her Danish grandparents. Now if it was from her Greek grandparents, she would have surely dashed it at Goyle's head. No questions asked and she'd accept the consequences.

"Excuse me?" she asked as soon as he'd said 'pity'. She wasn't sure if she wanted she wanted to know what was going on inside of his pea-sized brain. Athena actually was pretty sure there was one train of thought, and he'd most likely lose it. Actually, she was presuming loads of things, but she had no evidence to back up her theory. So she continued to smile, until he swore. Then her face turned into a dirty look. She kinda hoped he didn't notice, because she didn't need to explain why she was pulling such a face. She sighed, and put the smile back on her face. "Well, let's hope he gets a nice gift." she added sarcastically on the end of his sentance. "And why do you have to call him that? Every normal person just calls him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." she asked, adding what she thought was mentally to the end of it "Not that you're normal at all. You're freakishly tall and menancing. That is not normal." Except, it wasn't mental at all. She had said it outloud and quite loud too.

"I've got no explanation for why I said that." she said, rolling her eyes. She was telling the truth. She didn't actually have an explanation for why she said it outloud. Probably because she really wanted to say it out loud. Actually, if she had it her way, she'd have screamed it out loud in his face. But, obviously, it didn't happen that way. She then turned her attention back to the tea. The plan had worked, he thought camomile wasn't a tea. He didn't even ask what it was, which she found silently hilarious. "Oh, camomile is tea. All of the aformentioned were teas." she laughed, as she pulled the tray forward to make him the tea he requested, or as he thought, just the camomile. She had her eye on the salt too. Luckily enough for her, the salt and pepper shakers were on the tray, along with the sugar. She picked up the salt shaker, and shaked it into the empty cup.

She placed the tea bag in the cup and poured the hot water in it. Also adding milk, not bothering to ask if he even liked milk in his tea. It was actually going well, she was silently resisting in many ways, and he was never going to notice. So come the wedding day and her life afterwards, she was going to do stuff like this all the time. Except, she'd probably attempt to kill him a few times, and if that didn't work, she'd kill herself or run away. After stirring the tea, she pushed the tray back to him. "Sorry if you don't like milk, I just assumed." she said, feigning niceness. "Yeah, I've got one question. I'm not expected to have your child or anything, am I?" Athena had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question. Now, Goyle might have been good looking, but he wasn't her type and she was interested in sleeping in the same bed as him, let alone actually have sex with him.

She just sat there, in complete silence after that question, because even though she had a strong feeling she knew the answer, she was actually hoping that he'd say it didn't have to happen. But she had heard about those who got married to Death Eaters, or purebloods in general who had the prejudice about blood. They almost always had to have an 'heir' to the family name. But then she got to thinking, who the heck would want the last name Goyle? Athena certainly didn't. She had every intention of keeping her last name. Even if she had to double barrel it. Although she was probably not going to be allowed to have Christensen last. She'd have to settle for Christensen-Goyle, or even more horribly, just plain old Goyle. After thinking about what a hideous last name she was in for, she was wishing that this whole thing was cancelled. "Another question actually, they're probably expecting you to propose at one point in the time being. Are you going to get down on one knee or are you too manly for that?" she asked, this time with a smirk on her face.

ooc; OMG i was not pleased with this at all :l i ran out of things to say/convey.

[Gregory Goyle]

If Gregory Goyle could read minds, he'd be pissed. He would probably break something, and something of value, and then blame it on Athena. That's pretty much what he did when things like that happened. He broke things, and blamed it on someone else. It usually worked, as he was a Slytherin, and they could get away with near anything if they used their skills right, and that's just what Gregory did. He got away with near anything in his years at Hogwarts, and when he didn't, a nice gift from dear old Dad usually did the trick. Rich purebloods with power tended to resort to things like that to get away with and get things, especially the intimidating ones. Slytherins didn't need to resort to that all the time, though. They were Slytherins, after all, and therefore, they were cunning and persuasive. Most professors, Slughorne in particular, always fell for a few compliments and the little guilty, sad face. Hell, so did that professor from Arithmancy who always let him off with warning every time he was out after curfew. McGonagall, though, never fell for that kind of stuff, and quite frankly, Gregory felt she was just a bitch with a major stick up her ass.

"Hm? Oh, yes, you're excused." He said, returning from his thoughts. What had she said excuse me for?, he thought. Did she fart or something?, he added mentally. Ew. Gregory shrugged. "I don't know what kind of gift he would like, though." He muttered. Unless you could give him some secret power to kill all the muggles and mudbloods in the world, then there was probably nothing he'd like... Maybe something nice for Nagini would count... Kissing up to the snake sounded like a good idea, actually. That snake scared the shit out of Gregory, that was for sure. "Actually, I know someone people who aren't normal at all that call him that. Don't be so quick to make assumptions," He said, giving her a stern look. Already, he was starting to act like his father. "And I call him the Dark Lord because that's what he is," He then added, his tone dry and frank. Gregory raised his eyebrows at her comments on his height and appearance. To be honest, he didn't give a damn what she thought of him. She was giving him a son, whether she liked it or not, and then she could do whatever the fuck she liked. But when she strayed to filth, he was going to put a stop to it in any way he could.

Gregory ignored her next comment, and watched as she made the tea. It didn't look all the delightful, now that he saw it. Where the fuck did all the sugar go? It just vanished. Now that was disgusting. Did it stick to the sides? Well he definitely was not drinking that. Gregory raised his eyebrow as she poured in the milk, a disgusted frown slowly creeping on his lips. Milk.... and... Water? Ew, he thought, now all the milk and water are gonna be... mixed. Gregory didn't bother to hide his disgust, and he also ignored her laughing and whatever comment it was that she made. He didn't care what it was, he was not drinking it. Gregory silently vowed to never drink tea again; he'll stick to water and firewhiskey. He stared at the tea with disgust in silence, though, and watched as she placed it in front of him.

He did look up from the tea, though, when she mentioned his child. "Of course. But only a son is needed. If you give me a girl, though, you'll be expected to have another until it is a boy." He said dully, as if it was a fact of life, and for him and many other purebloods, it was. It was what he was taught as a child, and what everyone spoke about when they went to dinner parties. This engagement will definitely be the talk of the town, or at least between the purebloods. No one really expected a Goyle to marry someone who was proper and pressed, but they did, and when they did, people liked to talk about it. It was very important to have an heir to the family name, or else much of the pureblood population will drop. Now, Athena didn't have to sleep in the same bed with him, but they were having sex until she was officially pregnant. They would try as much as possible, even if he had to persuade her with books and libraries and money and things that smart, nerdy people like her liked. If that didn't work, he'll just go have a son with some other pureblood girl and just pretend it was from Athena, although there would have to be some major planning for that to work out.

"Eh. If you want. I already have the ring and stuff." Gregory said to her last question. It was true what he had said about the ring. He had bought it merely hours before this meeting, but he had made sure it was nice. And expensive. Pureblood wives only got the best, even if the husband didn't like them. It was platinum, of course, with a large brilliant-cut diamond in the center of it. The platinum went all the way around, and slightly went over the diamond, and kept it locked in securely ( tada). Gregory thought it was very nice and classy, but if she didn't like it, well that sucks for her; she's stuck with it. That is, unless he starts feeling generous. Or, if it gets her to have sex with him so they could try for that damn son.

ooc: LISA I AM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK ME SOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT'S SHIT, TOO. D;