Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter.
AN: Nothing really to say. This was a spur of the moment fic I had to get out of my head. :) The rest to be posted shortly.
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Jasmine sighed as she roamed Hogsmeade with Draco. This was the life she had dreamed of. She was rubbing elbows with the pure bloods and Neville could give her the time of day if she but asked. They were even in Madame Malkin's looking for new clothing to wear for the Halloween dance.
She stood in the dressing room staring at her naked form with a frown. It was everything she had ever wanted. She had left early in the summer with Fenrir and had a rather charmed life with him. He had catered to her every whim when he was home. She would sleep in her own room. They would share a quiet and breakfast in the morning and he would give her a soft kiss on the forehead when he left for the Ministry. He would return home frazzled and drown her in a searing kiss. They would have dinner together and she would go to bed alone.
She had had to put up with Bellatrix Lestrang sometimes, but she didn't ponder on it too much. Thinking about how much that crazy bitch had stayed over during the summer didn't sit well with her, not that she could tell Fenrir what to do. In fact she had little say in the matter of what Fenrir did. She accepted his kisses and full moon romps without question. In the morning after their wild wolves were set free she would wake up by his side nude. His broad, strong arms always around her in the morning. He always held her tightly and keeping the cold at bay. She wasn't sure which post-transformation cuddle she had realized she had fallen head over heels for the man but it didn't matter. She had screwed it all up the very day before she left for Hogwarts.
"What is taking you so long Potter?" Draco snapped harshly. She shook violently from her revere and threw on the nearest dress.
"Just a moment Draco, I'll be right out." She answered back admiring the Slytherin green silk she had thrown on. She personally hated how arrogant she looked in the dress but she was sure Draco would love it.
Pushing the curtain out of the way she saw his cold eyes scrutinizing her. "Good enough, we'll take it." He said absently to Madame Malkin. The elder witch nodded respectfully her hand urging Jasmine to go back into the dressing room and take the dress off.
"So Potter, any word from your family and friends?" Draco asked the amusement clear in his voice.
She frowned again, only vaguely wondering about the onset of wrinkles. "None, Mom hasn't spoken to me and you know how Harry feels about what's happened." She disrobed, her mind flashing to the night before she had come to Hogwarts. Fenrir's shouts were still ringing in her ears when she had returned to Potter Manor. Her mother and brother had both rushed to the Foyer when the house-elves had spread the news of her arrival.
"Jasmine!" Lily had cried out in delight rushing down the foyer steps to embrace her daughter. Her brother stood staring with his intense green eyes. "Don't touch her mother." He snapped.
"What are you talking about Harry?"
"She hasn't sent or even spoken to us in two months. You do the math." He sneered strutting close to her his eyes filled with hate. "She's been with that monster for two months; she hasn't come to us once. Hasn't helped her family once." He shouted in fury his glasses dipping low on his nose. Her mother drew back, partly in fear of her son and partly in shock of her. Jasmine has seen the doubt surface in her mother's eyes as her brother continued.
"Why come back now? Did your master tell you to? Or did he not want you to go back to school? Did you not put out for him like a good Death Eater whore should?" She had been crying then as her brother continued to berate her. Her mother stood silent before the pair her eyes filled with pain and betrayal. "Get out!" Harry barked his hands pointed harshly at the door she had just entered.
She had run out of the Manor at that point. Her night had been a blur of sleeping in the bushes near the train station where no one could see her. She had waited for the train quietly to herself in the clothes she had worn yesterday and her wand. Fenrir had abandoned her as had her own family. As a Ravenclaw she only had her books for company and the occasional odd ramble from Loony Luna.
"Potter?" Came Draco's concerned voice. Jasmine shook her head. She had been day dreaming again. She hadn't even registered dressing herself but she turned to the concerned Slytherin peeking in darling.
"Sorry, what?" She murmured. He shook his head in disappointment. "Nothing, let's go the dance is soon."
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Jasmine sat quietly in the darkest corner she could manage as the dance went on. The music hurt her ears and the lights left her nursing a headache. She was completely miserable. Draco was enjoying Pansy's unnatural gyrating to the music against his body while Neville had his arms wrapped around Hannah Abbot. Her brother was snogging Ginny Weasley under the impression his Disillusionment Charm actually worked. Ron and Hermione had already retreated back into the Gryffindor common room to do only Merlin knew what.
She hated that her Creature-blood status got her everything that she finally wanted but her brother could have it regardless. He was the rebel of Gryffindor, pure-bloods didn't mind lowering their standards and fighting the law a bit for him. Even Hermione Granger got through the muggle-blood status because she was the brightest witch in the school. Jasmine had been lucky Fenrir had bitten her. She just had to hope now there was a pure-blood out there too tired to wait and willing to marry someone with a bit of werewolf blood in her and over look her less than pure-blood.
"Miss Potter?" Headmaster Snape cold voice hissed into her ear. She jerked with the sudden presence of Snape's hand on her shoulder.
"Yes Headmaster?" She squeaked back wondering how he had caught her by surprise.
"I wish to speak with you outside, in the hall." He said threateningly. She nodded following the black clad figure into the hall. When the doors of the Great Hall shut she sagged in relief, her headache already eased from the lack of noise. "I am correct in assuming you failed to take potions your Head of House ordered you to?"
She frowned, "I beg your pardon?"
"Foolish brat," Snape hissed reaching into his robes. She took the two vials he offered her. "You are a werewolf now, you must take precautions. With your heightened sense you could very easily rupture your ear drums from the music playing at ungodly levels and strain yourself blind with lights. Take those potions now."
"Yessir." She whispered downing the vials without thought.
"I wish to speak with you about your arrangements for the holidays. I noticed you did not write that you will be going home to Potter Manor. Is something wrong?" He asked no concern what so ever evident in his voice. She frowned.
"Nothing Headmaster I just feel like staying in the castle this year." She answered tartly ready to return to the dance. She eyed the door wearily wondering if walking away from the Headmaster was a good idea.
"I see," He said dryly. "Well away with you then if nothing is wrong." She nodded sharply turning away. "Oh I forgot this came in the mail for you." He whipped out a bit of parchment for her from his robes. Taking the letter she hurried away before the Headmaster could creep her out anymore.
Finding another comfortable spot in the dark corners she began to read the letter.
To Jasmine:
If I am not giving this to you myself I'm probably dead. I'm going to say right now, I'm sorry for all I didn't do for you. You are four right now, rolling on the carpet pretending to be a dog in hopes I'll buy you one. You're just a few feet away and I still feel like I can't connect with you. I know you're always jealous of how I treat your brother and I'm sorry. I'm sealing this off with some well placed charms and your mother's help, not that I will tell her what it is.
The idea of me connecting with you is so… hard. You are the daughter I have always wanted with Lily, but now that I have you I don't know what to do with you. I want you to know that I do love you very much and I hope you take after me. I know Harry does, I'll be giving him the Invisibility Cloaked handed down to all the Potter men and I give you the Marauders Map. Lily is a testament to the strong will and power of women; it's why I fell in love with her. I hope you take after her and that this will help you out in your remaining time at Hogwarts. Maybe you'll even figure out how to make your own map, your mother knows how and she's sworn never to make her own. Something about causing too much trouble.
Love,
James Potter
p.s. – I solemnly swear I am up to no good, is the starting phrase, Mischief Managed will make it go away.
She shifted the other piece of parchment in her hand. It looked ratty and abused but still held together. She grinned, the cold and distant memories of her father taking on a new light. She had always thought of him as the protector of the family and little else. In fact she had hardly harbored any love for him because of how little she actually knew him. But the letter in her hands seemed to breathe life into the memory of him. She gave a warm smile holding the letter to her chest.
"What have you got there?" Draco grinned, dropping down into the seat next to her.
"Just a letter." She sighed closing her eyes.
"Must be more than just a letter," He said his voice laced with something she couldn't place, "is it a love letter?"
"Something like that." She grinned taking another deep breath. She felt like her rib cage was going to explode with the overwhelming pain she was feeling. "From my father," she choked out before she started crying.
"Oh," Draco croaked out before wrapping her in his arms. "What did it say?" She tried to answer him but could not as the sobs poured from her lips.
"I miss Fenrir." She finally whined her fingers digging into the parchment. She wanted him here right now, instead of Draco. She needed to feel his strong arms and tight muscle. His very presence had made her feel invincible.
"Well maybe you should write him a letter then?" Draco sneered pushing her away his eyes filled with fury.
"Shut it Malfoy," she snapped back taking a deep breath to berate him more. "You know I've tried, they never come out. They always sound like drivel or nothing but a list of complains. I want to write him but it never comes out right. If I fire called him it would only be worse, it would just end in another argument about him shouting to get out of his life."
"Fine, be a whimpering pup, a werewolf of Greyback's caliber doesn't need a hopeless chit like you." Draco growled before storming away from her and out the Great Hall.
Jasmine shook her head biting back her retort. She refocused her pain on her father's letter. Pulling her wand free she whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." The parchment came to life names huddled in an inky mass in the Great Hall.
She saw that Draco Malfoy was slipping back into the Great Hall and Fenrir Greyback loitered in the Foyer pacing back and forth. She started at the paper a few moments more watching Draco's name fall into the ink splotch of the dance floor before rushing out into the Great Hall. She saw Draco standing there pacing back and forth with a frown on his face. "Draco what are you doing out here?" She snapped eyeing her parchment. Fenrir's name was right in front of her own. "Figures," She mumbled to the map, "the only thing father gives me and it's broken."
"What?"
"This map, it was a gift from father. It's a map of Hogwarts, see right here?" She sighed wiping the tears from her eyes as she showed Draco the map. "It says you are Fenrir Greyback. Least it got me right."
"What an interesting piece of parchment. Can I have it?" Draco asked in a smooth voice.
Jasmine laughed at him, "Not bloody likely Draco. You just want it because you don't have one." She pushed him away glad their fight from just moments ago forgotten. He did tend to say mean things to her, but she was in debt to him. She couldn't have stayed at Hogwarts without supplies and his finical help.
"Fine, keep your stupid map; I'm sick of the sight of you. Get back to the dance." He ordered. Jasmine sighed, how very Malfoy of him.
"I'm not a house elf. But fine, I'm gone." She sneered, slipping back into the Great Hall. She was greeted with the sight of Draco grinning madly as he circled the dance floor with Pansy to an elegant waltz. It dawned on her as she looked back at the map. The name of Fenrir Greyback winking out, no doubt by portkey. She had had him in her grasp and she had let him slip away. It was her chance to say sorry for her actions but she had failed.
With a sigh she tapped her wand to the parchment. "Mischief Managed."