Veneer
Ratings: TM
Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Oc
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Summary: Sharon Shelby lived in poverty all of her life until a desperate Daphne Greengrass begged her to replace the deceased Astoria Greengrass. Will Sharon be able to wear the mask until the end or will someone take it off of her before the curtain closes.
PROLOGUE
A frantic Sharon searched every inch of Daphne's room, looking for the tiny vile of polyjuice potion.
She has rammed every cabinet, drawers, boxes and any other place that she would consider hiding it. The woman stood up from crouching, checking under the huge and elegant bed for the third time.
Sharon could feel the potion wearing off and there is no time to prepare for another potion. To her dismay Daphne will arrive two days from now. The sun slowly peeks at the horizon with every tick of the clock and the golds, yellows and oranges of the light starts to flood the room. She pondered as she stares at the huge window.
An Idea clicked in.
What if Daphne also has a secret compartment just like Astoria? She thought to herself. Sharon wasted no time and searched the room for the secret hiding place, if there is one.
After some minutes of wand tapping on the wall and some spell casting, she has finally found it just at the back of Daphne's four poster bed. She jinxed it to move forward to give her enough space to open the vault.
She sat down, her back against the bed, and looks at the plain lavender colored wall. The excitement is bubbling within her. She tapped the upper part of the wall with tip of her wand four times then pointed it on eye level. "Buksanmo" Sharon whispered. A flash of yellow lights shoot from the tip of her wand and hits the solid wall. Slowly a wooden door started to materialized in front of her. It was a feet and a half tall and a foot wide. A curved golden knob popped up at the left side. Sharon laced her thin fingers aaround the knob and slowly pulled the door to her direction. A foul smell crept from the fair sized vault. As she opened the door wider ait revealed a dark and hollow compartment. The foul smell grew thicker. The light of the sun cannot penetrate the place for it has been covered with the bed.
Sharon scooted over and let her free hand roamed the space. Her fingers brushed into something thread like but silkier, like hair. Strange.
"Lumos"
Sharon screamed and quickly pulled her hand away.
