CH 2
That Name
It was almost routine now. He would sit at his side of the table after pulling my chair out for me. After two years of this it was expected and I rather enjoyed it because I knew that if I were at the Burrow with Harry and Ron I would not be receiving such service. Harry would probably be too busy with Ginny or the War to notice my existence while Ron would most defiantly be too busy worrying about how much food he could stuff in his mouth at once. I involuntarily giggled a bit and Stephan raised a single dark eyebrow…
'Now who have I seen do that before?' I thought to myself as I looked at the very familiar raised eyebrow that I had never seen Stephan use as a mannerism ever before.
"I was erm just remembering the funny little things my friends used to do," I offered as an explanation for my sudden outburst of giggles.
"I see. You miss them a great deal don't you?"
I looked into his eyes. Shining back at me was an emotion that I had never see from Stephan before. I couldn't comprehend what it was. Was it guilt? Was it disappointment? Was it fear? I did not know. For years my logical thinking had helped me in almost every situation imaginable… and now facing the man I had grown so close to my brain would not do as I bid it. It would not decipher the look that he was giving me. I must have been taking a while to answer because Stephan cleared his throat a bit louder than was normal for most.
"Oh erm yes I do miss them. They're like the brothers I never had. How could I not miss them? Even if Ron had the intellectual capacity of a two year old with the emotion depth of a teaspoon, and Harry had all those guilt problems that I could never seem to understand they're still like family. I miss them like family I guess." I answered him with a thoughtful tone to my response. Never before had I gone so far into my feelings for the boys with Stephan. That's what they were "the boys" I would always see them in that light, for that is what they had become since that fateful Halloween in the girls lavatory.
"I see. Still the love that one holds for a brother is strong. I'm sure that you would go to the ends of the Earth for them. Face the Dark Lord himself if you had to."
"Yes I suppose I would face Voldemor… wait what did you just call him?"
"You-Know-Who," Stephan stated rather mater of fact, but I wasn't fooled.
Getting up with the blood rushing to my cheeks in anger that he would lie to me about something like that I hissed at him as I nearly raced to the other side of the table where he sat in his high backed chair looking at me a bit worried, "I heard exactly what you called him. You used the name that only Death Eaters or for that matter ex-Death Eaters use to call him. You did not call him You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Lord Voldemort or Tom like Professor Dumbledore did. You called him 'The Dark Lord'. I… I don't know what to say."
With that I gathered up the front of my skirt and forgoing all ladylike manners I ran as if a Basilisk were chasing me up the marble stair case , down the hall way, and into the room that I called mine. I slammed the door and slumped down on the ground.
I wanted so badly to hate Stephan for him using that name. But I found it so very difficult to do so. Maybe just maybe the feelings I had towards him were growing into something deeper than friendship.
Okay so I am going to Disney for a week and when I get back next Friday I want to see REVIEWS cause REVIEWS get you more Chapters!!!! Duh