Chapter 10:The Favor

Last chapter, folks! Hope you enjoy it! And maybe I'll do a sequel to this. The ending does sort of leave it open for that.



Meth sat in her room the whole night, pondering what she had done. She had long since changed into her robes for that morning, knowing that she'd get no sleep. "All these years... I shouldn't have used my training! If Draco hadn't stopped me, I would have..."

"Pansy would be dead, Meth."

Gasping, the red haired girl looked at the source of the voice. "Draco..." she averted her eyes and stopped talking.

She felt his weight on the bed beside her and he set his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Talk to me, Meth. It's obvious that something's wrong."

Closing her eyes, Meth took a deep and cleansing breath. "You're right, Draco. I should probably stop hiding the truth. I know I can trust you..." With a sigh she muttered, "Evanescere opinio vana."

Draco watched silently as Meth's whole body changed. Her red hair became shorter and turned a deep brown color. Meth's purple eyes turned a muddy brown. Her features became sharper, more angular. She was at least four inches shorter than she had been.

"A glamour. This leads to something else, doesn't it?" Draco's voice was emotionless.

Meth nodded slowly. With a quick gesture, she pulled up the left sleeve of her robe. Draco's breath caught in his throat at what he saw: the mark of a Deatheater. His cool exterior vanished for only a moment, the calm mask soon replacing it.

"One of the Deatheaters was a martial arts master. I learned some things from her." Meth's voice was higher and less sultry than it had been before.

Draco took his hand away from her shoulder as though he had been burned. His fists clenched in his lap as he stated rather than asked, "You're friends with my father, then."

Meth didn't say anything. "Why are you here, Meth?"

"To try to show you the Way... your father wants you at his side, Draco. He's..."

"Stop," he cut her off. "You mean to tell me that this whole... thing, was part of some scheme?"

"It was... at first. I started actually falling for you, Draco. Forgot all about the mission. Until Pansy hit me... then it all came back in a rush. The tortures, the training..."

"But does that really matter, Meth? The whole thing started as a lie. It ends now, Meth. You can go tell my father that his little plan failed. I pity you for falling victim to the silver tongue of Lucius Malfoy." His tone was slightly vehement as he got to his feet.

As Draco made his way to the door, Meth called his name. He turned back to her slowly and her face was somber, tears on her cheeks. "Tell everyone that I left. It... it was too much for me to handle. Do me this favor, for the sake and remembrance of all the good times we had together."

Before the Slytherin boy could respond, she vanished. All of her things were gone, not a trace of anything to prove that she had ever been in this room. There was a strong feel of magic in the air and he headed to the main hall to wait for breakfast.

He sat in his chair with his head in his hands. "Something wrong, Mister Malfoy?"

'Dumbledore...' Aloud, he said, "Meth left. It was too much for her to handle."

The old wizard gave him a doting smile. "You and I know the truth, Draco. As does Professor Snape. The rest of the school has had all memory of her erased."

Draco nodded numbly. The hall began to fill with students and teachers, Dumbledore making his way to the head table. Food magically appeared and Draco ate in silence, Crabbe and Goyle at his sides. Her chair was gone.

The others at the table chattered away, none of them glancing at Pansy as she came in late. All of her wounds and injuries had been completely healed. She gave Draco a friendly smile which he returned quickly.

Later, in Potions, Snape was assigning new partners. "Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley."

The End