I bit my lip nervously as I stood outside of the Room of Requirements in a pair of jeans and a sweater. What in the world was going to happen? What did he want to do? And what would be on the other side of these doors? The last question was the most spoken question in my mind. I heard the bell tower chime eight and I took a deep breath before pacing back and forth on it three times.

I need a place to talk to Ares. I need a place to talk to Ares. I need a-

Two solid gold doors formed and I looked at them apprehensively before turning my hair a brilliant red and pulling one open. They were a lot heavier than they looked.

"Ah, you've made it," I heard Ares' voice say. "Right on time too!"

I gasped as the inside came into view. "Paris?"

Ares approached me, "Oui," he smiled. I toon him in, in a button up shirt and smart slacks, "You look beautiful."

"I-" I looked down at myself and saw a white flowy dress had replaced my jeans and sweater, "I was not wearing this when I came. . ."

"This room is magic," Ares said simply, laughing. I took in the room. A life-sized replica of the La Tour d'Eifel shined bronze up into the dark 'sky'. There was a patio undernearth the object where a table and a few roses were placed. Along the edges of the walls were fake shops, to give the look a final touch.

"This is amazing!" I breathed, spinning around to look at it all. "How can this all fit in one room?"

"This room just is that amazing," Ares shrugged, pulling out a chair for me.

"Thanks," I murmured, my cheeks becoming the infamous Weasley red. I made my skin turn a tanner color so that it was hidden. He sat across from me and looked above him at the tower's interrior. I followed suit, and then I heard his laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked, looking back down. I stopped glaring at him when I saw two plates in front of each of us. One had snails, the other frogs. "Oh, no," I said, shaking my head and eying the dead frogs. "No way in hell am I eating those."

"Come on, just try the snails. I don't blame you for the frogs," Ares urged.

"No!" I laughed, squealing as he held out one towards me. I picked up the knife and held it pointing at him, "Don't you dare come any closer."

My giggles ruined my threatening look, but it was all good fun. He rolled his eyes and eat it, only leaving the shell. I wrinkled my nose in distaste, "Disgusting, Ares."

"It tastes amazing!" Ares insisted. "Try it!"

"No," I said firmly. "I do not eat living things!"

"You love the chicken-"

"Those aren't alive when I eat them," I laughed. "There is no way I will do that, no matter how slimy or dry they are!"

He leaned forward, wiggling his eyebrows, "Fine, try the frog then."

"Been there, done that. Aunt Fleur tied me to a chair and shoved it down my throat. Not an experience I'd like to repeat."

"Fine, fine," he rolled his eyes. Snapping his fingers, our plates disappeared and were replaced with a bowl of French Onion Soup and Rosemary Chicken with some souflee on the side. "Hope you like?"

"I have a good feeling I'll love," I nodded, eying the food.

"Wonderful, now a toast," Ares said, raising his wine glass. My eyes widened marginally when I saw that my wine glass was full of white champagne as well. I took it and lifted it to his height. "To secrets."

I rolled my eyes, but clinked glasses with him, "To secrets."

We took sips at the same time, watching each other with our eyes.

"I heard," Ares said seriously after taking a bite of his chicken, "That Professor Cullen's being sacked for attacking a student."

"That's true. Mum told me about it during Lunch."

"Do you know who he attacked?" Ares asked.

I smiled secretively, "I do." It was silent as he waited for me to continue, but I just put a slice of chicken in my mouth and chewed slowly, watching him.

"Well?"

I swallowed, "Well, what?"

"Who was it?" Ares asked eagerly.

I took another bite of chicken, holding out the suspense, before replying, "Me."

"What?" Ares whispered, shocked.

"You did see the bruises when I went back into the Great Hall, right?" I asked lightly. "I made them go away after Sophie said something, but yeah, I'm sure everyone's figured it out by now."

"After you left the Great Hall, I left. I didn't go back."

"Oh," I said softly, shrugging, "I didn't know that. But yes, he attacked me. Yes, I'm fine. Yes, my mum checked me out. And no, you cannot kill him. Did I answer everything you were going to ask?"

"Not quite," Ares said. "What did he want to attack you for?"

"He was hungry," I replied, before taking a bite of chicken.

"Who alerted your mum?"

"Scorpious," I replied.

"Bloody hell!" Ares cried. "What happened for Scorpious to save you?"

I shrugged, and in a small voice said, "Eddie was going to eat me."

"Like suck your blood, eat you?" Ares asked.

"What other kind of eat-" I stopped myself, not wanting to go there. "Yes, that kind of eat me."

"And it took the Headmistress how long to decide to sack him?" Ares demanded.

"Gonnie didn't want to sack him," I replied, sipping my champagne. "He's a good teacher. An airhead, but a good teacher."

"But he attacked a student! He can go to Azkaban for that shit!"

"And he is," I replied, shrugging. "I don't really care what happens to him as long as he doesn't get near me."

"Is he a family friend or something?" Ares asked.

"Sort of," I said, thinking. "His sisters are family friends, as are his brothers, and his parents. But he's not really welcome. He tried to kill my father."

"And Luna Lovegood's a relative as well?"

I rolled my eyes, "No. She married Harry Potter, who's not really related to any of the family, except she's Mum's god-cousin. It's strange, I've really given up on trying to understand who's related or not."

"And so who is related to you?"

"Neville married Aunt Ginny, so he is. And Hermione married Ron. Sirius married a Muggleborn from America, Angela's her name. They got married last summer. George married Angelina Johnson, so her, and then Uncle Charlie's still unmarried, and Bill married Fleur, the Beauxbaton's Triwizard Champion."

"Holy crap," Ares laughed. "I'm already lost."

"Don't worry about it," I smiled.

"My families not even that large."

"Oh?" I asked, interested. I didn't really know anything about him. "Then start talking."

"My mum and dad," He said. "Only child. My dad has a million cousins in Italy. And my mum doesn't really have a big family."

"That's it?" I asked, shocked.

"Believe me, sweetheart, not all families out there are big."

"I know that," I laughed. "It's just. . . I don't know. I thought pureblood families were always big. But I guess not."

He shrugged, finishing off his food, "The Zambini's are a small pureblood family. Prestigious and high up, but small. For centuries, there has only been a single son born, and . . ." he shrugged. "They always marry a pureblood."

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach, "Ares?" His lips touched his champagne glass.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"Do you only like me because I'm a pureblood?" I asked. "And my family has the fame because of the war and my mum's powers?"

His eyes widened and he frowned, "Why would you think that?"

I fought the tears that threatened and turned my hair a dark curly black, like Grandma Trix's, and I took a sip of my champagne before replying, "It's just you said that they always marry a pureblood. And I'm a pureblood and perhaps the only reason you even remotely like me is because I'm a pureblood."

I knew this was too good to be true.

"No!" Ares insisted, taking my hand in his and giving it a firm squeeze, "I like you because you are funny, kind, sweet, and have an evil side to you when it comes to pranking."

"I get it from my father," I protested, before I remember what this was about. "And my blood has nothing to do about it?"

He met my eyes and I could hear the sincerity in his voice, "No. I like you for you, all blood aside."

I let out a sigh, that was close to one of relief. "Oh. . . well I'll admit this. I like your pureblood. Don't ever tell my mum I said that, because she'd skin me alive," I threatened as he chuckled. "But you are an added bonus."

"So the Weasley girl is prejudice," Ares smirked, eying me.

I rolled my eyes, "Slightly. I have no problems with Muggleborns, werewolves, or anything else." He raised an eyebrow, "I'm serious! Teddy's a were and he's like my brother!"

He choked on his tongue, "Lupin was a werewolf?"

"You can't tell anyone," I gasped, grabbing his forearm. "If he even thinks I told anyone, Harry will bloody roast me for dinner."

He started to think about it. Oh, Merlin, what have I done. Teddy's going to kill me, and then Uncle Harry will feed me to Edward! Ah, Mum's going to kill me too!

"Fine," he sighed. "I won't tell anyone."

"I'm serious, Ares."

"I won't," he insisted. "Now, you good for dessert?"

I rolled my eyes, but nodded my affirmation. Dessert sounded good.

The date! Part one, acutally. Part two, the last part, is coming in the next chapter! That's it for today, because I'm leaving the house and I won't have internet access for twenty four hours, so sorry, but this is all for today. Review, please, if you liked it!:)

-Nastya