*A/N- I don't want to give to much away but I wanted to let you know that the cover art isn't mine. All credit goes to .com. Also this story is rated M for language , death, and dirty things so if you're young keep walking ;)

Part 1

Chapter One

Santana

It was silent in the Lopez summer mansion with the exception of soft grunting that came from the third floor master suite. Many of the old decrepit portraits had taken their leave when their master had arrived home early that evening. They knew Santana liked her solitude, which is why she had taken the liberty of dismissing everyone under her employment, including a half dead house elf that had served in the manor since it was built over a hundred and fifty years ago. The pictures who remained were either deaf or sound asleep so the racket upstairs didn't bother them.

The home had been a gift on her twentieth birthday for being a 'Shining example of what it means to be a Lopez' or so her father had said. He was so proud to have thee Santana Lopez as his one and only daughter. Her old man was a loyal Death Eater and a stickler for tradition, which is why no one was more shocked then he, when she fired the entire staff and insisted the house remain empty. As expected rumors that she had lost her mind flooded the pureblood social circles.

"Did you hear Santana Lopez dismissed all of her servants? Personally I think she's losing it."

"I would be paranoid too if I had seen and done the things that she had. Any mud-blood would want her dead."

"She's a bloody hero if you ask me."

Santana simply scoffed at the idle clucking of socialite women. They had no idea what they were talking about. Sure there might be some truth in the fear of spies in her own home, but that really didn't worry her. She had a nose for ferreting out rats and executing them, which made her all the more notorious. Her enemies feared her name just as they feared the name of the Dark Lord. That alone kept them away.

She was sixteen when the Battle for Hogwarts ignited right in front of her eyes. She watched as a Death Eater who had always been like another father to her was struck down by The Order of the Phoenix. Until that moment she had been a typical rebellious teen, sleeping around with whoever caught her eye, not thinking about their blood status, or what her family would think. Yet watching such a powerful wizard fall at the hands of scum scarred her. It was then that she chose her side and never looked back.

"Are you close?" Puck grunted in her ear as his lips slid down her neck placing wet sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach. His brow was laced with beads of sweat as his body repeatedly flexed again and again.

"Not even close and so help me-if you finish first I'm going to be pissed, Puckermen." Santana growled back at him before putting her head back again and shutting her eyes. She dug her nails into his shoulder looking for a better grip anyway she could get.

Puck was one of the few regulars to Santana's bed chamber. They had been sleeping together since they were fifth years at Hogwarts and one of the few exceptions to the rules she was willing to make. He was the son of a poor muggle woman who had no idea there was even such a thing as magic. His father had run off on them when he was a boy and it was unclear whether the man was wizard or a muggle himself. Puck always insisted that he could give less than a rat's ass about who his father was, but Santana always got the feeling that it secretly bothered him. When the Dark Lord had finally taken power anyone who didn't know their paternity was as good as a muggle, making Puck a liability. Still, he fucked like Hercules and that was a quality Santana was not quick to throw away.

"How about now?" he panted as she watched his features contort painfully as he tried to hold back.

"No and Puck you better not even think about it or else-SERIOUSLY, Noah! Goddamn it... Get off me!"

With a strong shove Santana sent the well muscled young man tumbling off the bed and onto the floor with a dull thud. The former Slytherin hastily picked up his boxers and slid them on over his bare waist.

"Look, Babe- I'm sorry, but a dude can only hold it in for so long. We've been at it for like an hour and I was ready to blow like five minutes in."

Santana sat up and ran her fingers through her messy hair to get out the kinks while her companion crawled back into bed next to her.

"I'll go downstairs and make us a few sandwiches then when we're re-energized we can give it another go. What do ya say?"

He gave her a large dopey grin and started kissing the inner portions of her thigh, trying to entice her, but she merely stared down at him with her cold blank gaze.

"Leave."

Puck frowned and she could see in his expression the wheels in his small brain turning. Clearly he wasn't getting the message. She didn't really blame him for his hesitation She had never been so void of emotion with him before. In the past when he left her frustrated, she would scream and shout, maybe even chuck something at his big empty head. They would end up having amazing angry sex and everyone would go home happy, but that wasn't the case tonight. She chose to stay distant.

Santana sighed and got up from the bed and slipped on her silk forest green robe not bothering to tie the middle. She could feel her friend's eyes appreciate her body as she walked to her desk on the other side of the room and pulled out a cigar box from its drawers. To her left, embers jumped to life and brought a warm glow to the room. Santana pulled out a cigar for herself, lit it, and put the rest away. It was one thing to have sex with a muggle born and another to waste good expensive cigars on one.

"What's the matter, babe?"

"Remind me again why I invited you over here, Noah."

"What is this, some kind of a joke or something?"

She raised her eyebrow expectantly and took a drag from her cigar. She moved around to the front of the desk to sit on top. Delicately she crossed her legs and waited for his answer, taking note that her wand was mere inches from her fingertips. The robes hung down on either side of her, barely hiding what some would argue were her best features.

"... It's what we've always done. Since forever..."

"Say it."

"Fuck fine. To have crazy hot sex. Happy!"

"Hardly. I think it's about time I made something very plain to you. Something that you seem to have forgotten over these past few years..."

The young man stiffened but crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to continue.

"You are descended from filthy, disgusting muggle blood... an accident in the cosmic design. A fluke. Some might say that your blood is like mud. Something any normal person would hate to have in their house. I, on the other hand, can trace my heritage back over a thousand years to some of the very first wizards. The magic that runs through my veins is more powerful and more pure than your tiny, walnut-sized brain could even begin to comprehend. Compared to you, my blood is like a glass of the finest white wine."

Santana took a moment to pause and enjoy her cigar. Smoking always helped to calm her when she felt stressed or wanted to kill something. She watched the small cloud dance around past her lips in mesmerizing swirls. The calming feeling that embraced her body allowed her to pick her next words carefully.

"You and I are not lovers. We aren't even really friends. I allow you into my home- to eat my food-for one reason and one reason only: to please me. Do you remember what I asked you when we were children-when we started all of this?"

She gestured to the space between them knowing he would understand what she meant. Puck's jaw clenched and his eyes had the look of a wounded and angry dog ready to lash out. If he tried anything she was, of course, ready. Instead, he gave a small curt nod.

"I asked you if you could make me forget and you said that you could. Tell me, Noah, what am I suppose to do with a filthy mudblood who can't stay hard long enough to serve his purpose? Make no mistake here, you are worthless to me. The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because you've kept me amused by your sheer stupidity. However lately, you've left me nothing but frustrated and annoyed. To be frank, I don't find you all that entertaining anymore. The question I'm left with is what to do with you now that I'm done with you. Killing you would be the easiest solution, but since that would put a damper on the rest of my evening plans, I will tell you once more: Leave, Noah, and don't come back."

Her old friend did not wait to be told twice. Wordlessly, he picked up his things, tossed what little floo powder he had left in his pocket into the fire, and was gone from her life for good. Santana sat there for a moment with her eyes closed reflecting on the past in the cold, empty silence of her personal mansion. A single tear betrayed her by rolling down her cheek. Swiftly, she brushed it away. There was no room for weakness in this world or in her heart.