Ch.11

"I know that woman like the back of my hand! I'm telling you that she's hiding something!"

"And what do you think she's hiding, Blaise? Hm? What, has Steph suddenly died on us and she doesn't think it wise to inform others or mourn for her niece? Or maybe Steph is actually off on vacation! Oh! I know something even better! She must be-"

"Shut up! That's not what I meant. I'm just as worried as you are. And I didn't say that I could explain why professor Romaine is hiding something from us, I just know that she is."

"Oh yes, perfect logic. I can just see how your school papers go. Anti-poison potions work because they're supposed to, or maybe it'd go more like, Anti-poison potions work because they just do. Yeah, real winning essays."

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You never act this way to me! Now all of a sudden you're a downright ass."

Draco looked like he was going to say something cutting but bit it back. He took a breath and slowly exhaled.

"Look, it's been a week and we haven't heard anything about Steph. I'm worried and I don't know how to deal with that. I wasn't raised to worry. Hell, from the time I was born I had things handed to me on a silver platter and fed a bunch of bullocks like 'A Malfoy never gets embarrassed,' or 'A Malfoy never cries,' or my favorite 'A Malfoy never befriends a non-pureblood.' "he said with sarcasm and venom.

There was a long moment of pause between them.

"...apology excepted.", Blaise said, trying to smirk, but instead broke into a goofy grin.

"Idiot."

Blaise embraced Draco into what seemed to be a hug but, what Draco realized a moment too late, was a headlock.

"Don't you worry mate, I'm sure Steph will show up at any moment. And she'll look just as spectacular as ever."

"Yeah. And Blaise, don't you dare do what I think you're thinking of doing."

"Oh I wouldn't even think about what you're thinking that I'm thinking of doing."

"Good. Wait, what?"

"Nothing. But guess what? Ha!", Blaise said as he ruffled Draco's hair.

"ARGH! But you said you wouldn't! My hair!"

"And you trusted a slytherin?"

Draco paused in his struggling's for a moment.

"Hmph. You're right."

Draco wrapped his hands around Blaise's arm that was holding him captive, bent over sharply and threw Blaise to the floor.

"Bloody hell. How did you do that?"

"Karate."

"Oh. Now get over here and help my fat ass up."

"You're not fat.", Draco said as he lifted Blaise up off the floor, "I rather feel like I'm consoling a girl.", he said making an odd expression.

"Hey!...I'm prettier than a girl."

"That's it! You're gay and I know it!"

"I...am not! I'm just incredibly vain!"

"Whatever you want to call it. Hey, I'll see you later."

"Where you going?"

"Quidditch practice."

"See ya mate!"

At about ten o'clock Draco came slogging into the room. It had been raining outside during practice again and the whole experience was dull and painstaking. Without the white haired babe it seemed that their team was a dud. Luckily while she was down they post-poned the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match and it was now being held as the last game of the year. Which sent all the students into an excited frenzy because that match was sure to end the quidditch season with a bang.

Draco's clothes were soaked and dripping on the floor of the common room. His uber blond hair was clinging to his face, no matter how many times he tried to fix that problem it always flopped back in his face.

"Zouch Drake. You look a little soggy.", Stephanie said from her place on the green leather sofa before she took a bite of her cookie.

Draco's head snapped up and he stared at Stephanie.

"You're alive."

"Um...yeah. It's wonderful isn't it?", Stephanie said as if she were talking to a mental person. She looked over at Blaise with a 'Is he okay?' type look. Blaise tried to discretely make a spinning motion beside his head.

"I'm not crazy! I'm...well I was...."

"You were what?", Stephanie said looking up from the notes she was copying that she missed during her absence.

"I was worried...about you.", he said fighting off a blush.

"Aw! How sweet Drakey!", she said with a bright smile that seemed to light up the room. For a moment he saw a blank look pass over Blaise's face. When Stephanie returned to her work Blaise seemed to snap out of his daze.

Draco just stood and looked at Stephanie. He felt impossibly giddy even though he was still cold and wet. But it was okay because Stephanie was back. Draco looked at Stephanie and studied her. Her pale size seven feet peeked out from under her white skirt that draped over her legs that were bent up to her torso, her thighs forming a makeshift table. The pristine white quill that she wrote with moving in smooth delicate strokes. His gaze moved on to her slender hands and white finger nails, and then continued onward. He got flustered when he realized where he was staring. 'Moving on then.'

Stephanie felt goose-bumps on her flesh and had a thrilling feeling. She asked, to no one in particular, "Is someone staring at me?", with her eyes still on her paper.

"I was wondering when you were going to notice. Draco's been staring at you like he has x-ray vision or something. And who knows, maybe he does and he's peeking at your under-things as we speak."

"Oh please!", Draco gave a pause and smirked, "Like I'd stop at the under-things."

"Draco Lucius Malfoy! What a mouth.", Stephanie said faking appallment.

"I know. Isn't it gorgeous?"

"Lil' bit.", she said with a giggle, "And you're also making a puddle. You might want to go change before you catch a cold."

"Like you did?"

Stephanie seemed to tense, "Yeah. L-like I did."

"I'm going to change now."

"Into what? A bat? A wolf? A porn star? Jack Nicholson?"

"No. Clean and dry clothes. Well, after I shower, and who's Jack Nicholson?"

"Muggle actor guy."

"Okay then."

Stephanie woke up feeling drowsy and took one of the many crystals hung around her neck and drank from it. She shuddered harshly as it sent a jolt through her body. 'woo. That's a kicker. I gotta remember to tell aunt Sanya to tone that one down a bit.' She got up and slowly gathered her clothes up to change into while humming.

Stephanie came out fully dressed and dumped her clothes in a hamper. She stood in front of her mirror and tried to decide what to do with her hair. Her mirror spoke to her. 'Looking glamorous as always! What do ya say you put that to die for blonde hair in a French braid?'

"Good idea."

So off Stephanie went to get her French braider.

She knocked on the dorm door. From the noise, everyone was still in there and getting ready for the day. She heard Blaise's voice through the door.

"Draco! Get out of my pants!"

Stephanie giggled.

"Your pants? I thought these were mine."

"No."

Stephanie knocked louder this time. Blaise yelled through the door, "Who is it?"

"It's Stephanie! Is anyone in there naked?"

"Are you naked?"

"Um...no?"

"Then neither are we."

She heard loud laughing behind the door and realized that everyone was listening. She shifted uncomfortably.

"I need my hair braided."

Blaise opened the door and then shook his head, sending water everywhere.

"Ugh! You're like a dog."

"Yeah. We all just got out of the shower."

Before Stephanie could say anything Blaise grabbed her hand and was leading her to the common room. He braided her hair while she wondered if there was some strange orgy going on in the boys showers.

"You have hard leg muscles.", Stephanie said as she bounced on his lap.

"Woah! Watch the bits!"

"Sorry. But I'm not close to that, am I?"

"Close enough, babe."

Stephanie stood up and made sure her black skirt was strait. Draco and Blaise, not to mention a few people walking by, almost had a heart attack when she raised her skirt up. Then they noticed that she had shorts on underneath it. After she fixed her shorts she once again fixed her skirt.

When the three got to the portrait, Draco stopped and motioned at Stephanie.

"Yay! Piggy!", she said as she jumped on Draco's back and rested her arms on his shoulders.

"Hey! I am no pig! Not even close. I'm gorgeous, glamorous, handsome, well mannered,-"

"Arrogant.", Blaise and Stephanie said together.

"So what? You know you like it."

"...piggy.", Stephanie said and placed a kiss on his temple.

Draco felt the heat rush to his face as it turned a bright red.

"I'm telling you Cinnamon works just as good as pepper. And since you have to drink it, it tastes better. See? It's a win-win situation."

"Pardon me for being traditional and, unless I'm mistaken, don't your potions tend to come by the potent side?"

"Yes. But it's not like I can't make them standard. I just have to try when I do it that way because, in case you haven't noticed, I usually don't use any measuring items other that my hands and rough estimations."

"That explains why your gnome poison turned out to be the drought of the dead."

"Eh-heh. That-uh has never happened to me before.", Sanya said in an embarrassed voice, "But you can't say that you've never screwed up a potion before."

"Your right. But I didn't do it in front of my class."

"And you've also never made a potion in front of your class."

"Touche."

At that moment a student threw a chicken leg at Snape. Before it could reach him it turned into a chicken and a large gust of wind blew it away, all in a matter of a few seconds. Snape blinked for a few moments trying to decide what the hell just happened.

"Sanya...did you....?"

"Hm? No idea what you're talking about."

"So you didn't do anything to that chicken."

"What chicken?"

"The one that-oh for heaven's sake! I know you saw it and I know that you had something to do with it."

"Don't be silly. I don't even have my wand out."

"That's why I know that it's you. Do you even have a wand?"

"Of course I do! What witch doesn't?"

"I've never seen you with one....and no human witch I've seen can do all the things you do without using one."

Sanya tensed for a moment. Then she felt a mental push and she slammed her mental wall up.

"It's rude to look into others mind without their permission. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't pry for things that are none of your business."

"My apologies."

Sanya choked on her chicken.

"You apologized? Dear Merlin, the world is going to end!"

Ch.11-3

Sanya exited the potions classroom, her last class of the day, and was making her way outside for some fresh air. She couldn't seem to shake the eerie feeling that she was being watched. The absence of students in the hallways making her even more on edge. She gave herself a mental shake. 'Come on Sanya. Pull it together. There's no one there. Nothing evil can get in here.' The slight sound of another pair of feet knocked the small reassurance away from her. Sanya swallowed hard and turned around. She tensed up and wished she hadn't turned to look at the large brutish man before her. She let out his name in a shaky breath.

"Fenrir."

"Hello Sanya. Nice to see you again.", he said in his deep husky voice.

Fenrir walked up to Sanya and put his arm around her waist to keep her from going away and pulled her close against his firm torso.

"It's been quite a while.", Fenrir drawled, before he slowly drew his slick tongue up the side of her pale cheek. "Mmmm, you always were so sweet.", he breathed against her skin, causing goose-bumps when it mixed with the wet trail on her face.

Sanya tried to swallow but couldn't because of the knot in her throat.

"You seem a little tense, babe. There's no need to worry about ole Fenny. Besides, I don't play with my food.", he bent his head forward and buried his nose in her raven hair, "You smell so afraid." He bent back up and put his free hand under her chin, pushing her head up. His yellow amber eyes gazed into dark chocolate. Sanya felt no hostility in his bright orbs. She searched for anything to give something away but found nothing.

Sanya was very shocked. She let down her guard a bit and relaxed.

"Ahhh. That's better.", he took the moment to draw her cool, dungeon chilled body closer into his warm arms, "See, you relaxed and nothing bad happened to you."

He smiled down at her, his sharp carnivores gleaming in the dim lighting of the hall. If it weren't for the fact that he tended to eat people with the said shiny teeth, Sanya might think that he looked quite handsome when he smiled. Not that he didn't look good anyways.

"What are you up to Fenrir?", Sanya asked finally having found her voice, albeit somewhat breathy.

"I just missed you."

"And what if I don't believe that?"

"Let me prove it."

His mouth descended and ravaged hers. He licked and nibbled like an animal devouring its prey. His tongue commanded and controlled hers as he raped her mouth. She gripped his shirt in her hands, and she wasn't quite sure, but she may have moaned into the kiss. God knows he did. 'Am I crazy? But lord, he may be a murderer, but he can damn well kiss…ha-he slays me.' He drew away minutes later for want of breath. His actions literally leaving Sanya speechless.

"Hmmm, I gotta go. Sorry to be leaving on such short notice, but needless to say my presence isn't exactly wanted inside this place.", he kissed her on the cheek and left quickly.

Sanya started walking backwards and stopped when her back was flush against the stone wall.

"Bloody fucking hell."