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Chapter Two- And We'll Say, Remember When
Merryn Meismer sighed and felt her hand being squeezed as a comfort. Flicking her orange hair out of her face, she looked over to the gray eyes of Regulus Black and gave an unsure smile. He grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Look, Rynnie, you should consider this an honor, okay? I mean after all your a- Even though your a Slytherin, you are a..."
"A Mudblood," she said quietly, her blue eyes going to the ground before her. "It's okay Reggie. I've been hearing it for seven years."
"Not from me," he said stubbornly, slumping against the wall as they had stopped walking, waiting for the other boys to join them before they made their way to the secret passage that would lead them to the small town of Hogsmeade, and from there to the Shrieking Shack. A deep breath filled her lungs and she let it out in a gust of air. She let her eyes connect with his and raised a perfectly arched brow. She didn't believe him. Raising his hand, he made to sweep a hair out of her face, only to stop short when a voice rang out.
"Black," came the voice of Goyle. "Good to see your here."
Regulus and Merryn both turned to see the pudgy boy in front of a group of black robed students, both younger and the same age. He was smirking at the girl's presence and stepped forward. Immediately she took a self conscious step closer to Regulus, but, like a true Slytherin, kept her head held high.
"Ready then?" Goyle asked, raising his wand and tapping his wand against the wall that Regulus was leaning on. He gestured for the two to go before him, and with narrowed eyes, the two glared at the boy before walking in. In the dark of the tunnel, Regulus reached backwards reaching until he felt the nimble fingers of his best friend.
They grasped hands until they came to the hollow of a tree just outside of the Shrieking Shack. Quickly they dropped hands, their eyes connecting once before they turned their gazes forward. Their strides were long, marked with a practiced pageantry, black cloaks against an even darker night. The moon shone brightly on their shadows, and each on held their own fear for what was to come. The house loomed before them, and as if knowing what was in store, it opened itself unto them. There were no bars for them as they walked through the gate of wrought iron, into the house.
Whispers of the truth had been passed through the dorms of Slytherin, truth of the werewolf who had hidden in this house for transformations. Merryn let her eyes wander the shabby home that must have once been beautiful, though now it was wrank and destroyed. A slight shiver went up her spine as she thought of the pain behind the transformations of the Gryffindor boy. But it dispersed soon enough. Voices could be heard from the room to her left. Mentally she stealed herself for the meeting. She wasn't a Death Eater, she had little belief that she would become one. But Regulus was at her side, and she was positive that if she moved into the room, Severus would be ready to defend her. They were her two best friends, the only ones who truly accepted her. That she knew would be by her side, no matter her unknown lineage. Many thought that she had to have some type of wizard blood, otherwise she wouldn't have ended up in the house that prided it's self on blood supremacy.
Though there was no proof that could have told anyone different. To the rest of her house, she had been as good as a Mudblood, and she had been told as such.
With a sharp prod, she walked through the doors, glancing about the room. The boys behind her dispersed, going to find their pace among the ranks. She saw Regulus stand next to Severus, who stood slightly behind a smiling Lucius. Bellatrix Black stood with her fiancée, her eyes however were not on the girl who had entered, her cousin, or even the man she was soon to marry. Merryn followed the half crazed stare of the woman who had tortured her during her time in school and found her eyes latched onto a dark gaze.
He was tall. Taller even than Regulus and he was bordering on six foot. She had to lift her head to see his face clearly as he stepped closer to her, towering over her petite yet willowy frame. He was obviously older than her seventeen years, much older, but he held a type of youth in his features, ageing gracefully without much change. Her eyes searched his face, taking in the almost purposely shaggy hair that had an effortless type of order to it, the sharp features that instead of taking away from the sight of him gave more, and the dark eyes that had captured her as soon as she had made contact with them. They looked black, but in the dim light she could see they were actually a dark brown, so dark in fact they bordered on red. He was extremely too handsome for his own good, at least that's what the orphanage matron had always said about her. She was too pretty for her own good.
His pale hand came up and tucked a strand of orange hair behind her ear, the hand trailing to her cheek, staining it red with the heat that built in her stomach. But she didn't dare avert her gaze. A small smile came to his lips and he bowed low in front of her, and, to the many gasps around her, took her small hand in his own and kissed it. It was such an archaic thing to do, yet it made her blush darkly.
"She is to your liking, My Lord?" Lucius asked, breaking the stare that held her captive.
My Lord? As in the Dark Lord? Merryn took a shuddering breath, and felt the flush of her cheeks spread to her neck. She had just been kissed by the Dark Lord, and she found it extremely likable. The man raised a brow at the blond man behind him and smiled wider.
"Yes, yes, I believe she will do nicely, Lucius. You were quite correct in your description of her. Both you and Snape. She is very beautiful, a work of art," the dark man said, walking around her as if she were prey. His long fingers, piano fingers as they were called by the Matron, traced her jaw, collar bones, and around her shoulders. "Leave us." His command was quiet, but all seemed to hear it.
Merryn looked at her friends, eyes widening as she saw they were following the order. Regulus looked as if he wanted to disobey, like he was on the verge of it when he was pushed slightly by Snape. She let her eyes fall, waiting as everyone filed out. The Dark Lord strode to the couch that was on the wall opposite of the door. He sat easily, crossing his long legs at the knees. When his last follower had left, he looked over the girl whom had been brought to him. He of course had had specifics for his scouts to follow.
A beautiful young girl, one who was strong in magic and intelligence. He had watched the girl Lucius had suggested, seeing that she was very much the epitome of what he had asked, lacking only in the purity of blood. He couldn't be sure obviously, he didn't go into her past as he had his own, but she had no name of pureblood origins.
He smiled kindly at her and pat the empty spot beside him on the couch, silently telling her to sit. Her steps were small and measured, graceful as a Veela, as she stepped towards the couch. She sat just as quickly and easily as he had, if only more stiff than his relaxed recline. Tilting his head and resting it easily on his fingertips, he smiled a serpentine smile and blinked. She didn't meet his gaze, but she could feel his heady stare.
"Do you know why you're here?" he asked, watching as she shook her head slowly. He felt his smile grow. "I am in great need of something, and you hold it very close to your person." She looked up with confusion clear in her eyes.
"And what is that, my Lord?" the girl asked almost frightened of the answer.
"A Lady."
The Dark Lord watched as the girl's eyes widened and she took in the information. Then her brow furrowed and she glanced down at her hands, a deep red spreading it's way across her cheeks. He smiled and leaned forward, his fingers tilting her head up. She still refused to meet his eyes, and the man reveled in the submissive nature of the girl. She was perfect, blood status be damned.
"Look at me," he said, his voice that had once been smooth coming out gruff with need. She slowly lifted her eyes, almost reluctantly, and let them connect with his own. Her breath caught, and he watched the tip of her tongue dart out and lick her lips. It was a quick little movement, and he almost wondered if she could be related to Crouch. He had the same little habit, and his good for nothing father would definitely cast away an unwanted child.
"A Lady? My Lord, I'm not sure I see how I can give that to you," she said quietly, her eyes darting away only to come back on principle. Smiling, Voldemort leaned in closer and let his eyes fall to her lips.
"I beg to differ, my lovely. You are all I would like in a Lady. Smart, as your Head Girl, beautiful, very strong in your magic, submissive, clearly cunning and sly," he spoke slowly, naming off the traits he found in her all the while trailing his hand down her jaw, fingers barely brushing her neck, to the swell of her breast, down in between them to her stomach, stopping to rest just above the bottom of her sweater. She moaned softly, a tiny mew, and he felt his smile grow. "Responsive."
"M-My Lord?" came her quiet gasp, eyes fluttering shut as he trailed his hand back up the same path.
"Hmn?" he said, watching the pleasure he was putting on her with a malicious grin.
"W-what of my blood? Surely you would w-want someone p-pure," she stuttered through the haze of ecstasy. She leaned back, trying to move away so she could think clearly. But the handsome man followed her, his hand cupping her throat. Once again, her tongue flashed out to wet her dry lips.
"I see no need where you are concerned," he whispered, now lying over the girl, his large hand wrapped about her neck. "Wouldn't you like to be my Dark Lady?" He lowered his head before she could answer and captured her lips with his own. He didn't push it further, simply moving his lips against her own, so he was a little surprised when it was her tongue asking for entrance. It was hesitant, innocent, and it made the man moan as he opened his mouth, shoving his tongue into her own hcfiercely. Her hand wrapped around his back, holding him to her as if this were all some trick. He pulled away, trailing his kisses down her neck, as she gasped in pleasure. "So innocent." His mutter had her eyes popping open only to once again start fluttering to a close as he bit around her collar.
Suddenly, from the doorway, there was a clearing of throats. The Dark Lord looked up quickly, and almost smiled at the whimpers that came from the girl underneath him. But his anger outweighed the pride he had at making the girl make those noises. Snape and Black stood at the door, the younger boy staring at the girl underneath him with some type of emotion clouding his expression before looking to the floor. Snape stared at the scene board, and spoke quickly on his silky voice.
"My Lord, Regulus has informed me that their curfew as Heads is quickly approaching. And it would be strange if they were to be caught with nine Slytherins following them back into the castle. Dumbleore will begin to suspect them."
Voldemort took in a deep breath, pushing himself off of the girl. He looked over at her, eyes still closed, chest heaving, and a flush that held her entire face and trailed into the starched collar of her shirt. She quickly stood and straightened her clothing the best she could. Her head stayed tilted down, even as she nodded to the Dark Lord. Quickly, she skirted her way to the two in the doorway. The man watched as Regulus Black put a hand on the small of her back, and lead her away, whispering to her.
"Snape," he said, stopping the man from his retreat.
"Yes, My Lord?"
"What is Mr. Black to her?"
"A friend, My Lord. Her first one upon arriving to the school, if I am not mistaken. They have always been by each others sides. Very close, My Lord."
The tall man nodded and watched out the window as the two made their way across the small lawn and distance to the tunnel that would lead them back to the castle. Regulus had taken the girl's hand, unashamed pulling her along.
"The girl's name. What is it again?"
"Merryn Meismer," Snape replied dutifully.
"Search into the Crouch family. I think we'll find her beginning there," the Lord said, watching Merryn disappear into the tree with Regulus quick on her heels. His eyes narrowed in concentration. "And make sure Mr. Black is in attendance of the next meeting."
AN: Well, what do you think?