Author's Note: This chapter is a little better I think, but the next
chapters will be longer. There is more Elfin in this chapter.
Chapter Two : Draco Malfoy
Being brought up to be a spy was easy. Intelligence, wit, and charm were necessary to be a successful spy. Genovese had all of these qualities, and found it easy to learn techniques to be a spy. Unfortunately, a spy and training to be a spy are two different things entirely. Genovese was a lower class of spy, since she was only 14, but she hoped to one day become a Halona Erwin, the highest form of spy in the elfin community. Her mission at Hogwarts was to become as close as possible to Draco, the youngest Malfoy. She needed to watch him in case he was planning on becoming a death eater, which was highly likely. Naturally, meeting him on the train was a huge bonus, and helped right her right away with her mission.
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Draco Malfoy looked at Genovese with curiosity. His mind went through several phases; Slytherin? Wizard? Pureblood? Cute? Draco didn't recognize her and therefore, could answer none of his questions. Draco stood up and extended his hand.
"Draco Malfoy, fifth year Slytherin." He smiled curtly. Gen was shocked at his good looks, and as well with his manners. He was tall and handsome. Her family taught manners beautifully, and considered them more important than brains. Gen smiled at him. Her lips were beautifully formed, and her smile made his knees go weak.
"Genieve Lowelle, transfer from home schooling." This was a complete lie of course. Dumbledore had made her up a complete life story, she was pureblood witch who was home schooled her whole life. In reality, she had gone to diplomat school in Ireland. Diplomat school was for people interested in elfin law, elfin ministry, or anything relating to elves. They had also changed her name, for 'Genovese' was very elfin. Genieve was the English form of it, so they decided on that. Gen was used to making up stories; she had done it for a year now.
"So, why are you transferring to Hogwarts?" Draco asked.
"Well, my family decided that it would be a good idea, since I had already finished my dark arts training." Gen said this easily, with little of her elfin accent, which could easily be heard as Irish brogue. She dropped the hint of dark arts because the Malfoy's were very into dark arts themselves, and she knew this was a sure fire way of getting in Draco's inner circle.
Draco raised an arched eyebrow, but didn't comment. He himself had been trained in the dark arts every summer, but this girl seemed too sweet to be a dark witch. The ones he knew were hardened by their duties to Voldemort as much as anything.
"So, which house do you want to be in?" Draco continued the conversation as if her comment was never made. Gen frowned.
"Well, Slytherin, but Ravenclaw is my second option." Gen knew very well which house she would be in. Slytherin was Draco's house after all, and she must make friends with this boy.
"Wise choice." Draco smirked. He already liked this girl.
The rest of the trip was spent in silly conversation. Draco found that this girl was smart and sweet. He also found that when speaking of her family she was oddly sad. Overall, dark families were hard and cold and their children weren't very close to them. Draco decided to observe her further.
Gen was flirty, and sweet with Draco, but it hardly meant a thing. It was a job, nothing more. Her personality was a face she put on, and it was something that had become easy. The question of her love life came up, and then she realized that Draco was hitting on her. She wanted to say "I have a boyfriend, and I love him very much" but she simply couldn't. If being romantically involved with Draco was what it took, she would do it. Gen did have a boyfriend, an older elf named Rollins. He was 16, but precious to her even when the elfin community frowned upon their relationship. Rollins should be contacted about me today, Gen thought.
When they arrived to Hogwarts Draco was the perfect gentleman. He took her bags for her into the castle, and wished her luck when McGonagall took her to be sorted. Professor McGonagall took her to a small room which she was told was behind the great hall. There, Genovese was explained the rules of Hogwarts since they had already decided on her house.
"We will have no private meetings unless of an emergency. You will be treated as just another student. You must understand this in order to learn more about Draco. When I say emergency, I mean emergency Miss. Lowelle." McGonagall said strictly.
"I understand Professor; I assure I was trained in the very finest elfin school. I will do my best, and I am sure I will prevail." Gen said this professionally. The school had taught her to be a lady, with polished manners and looks. McGonagall looked at her shocked. She was assuming that this would be like any other child, not an adult.
"By the way professor, my name is Genovese Olona. Not Lowelle. In the future if possible, please address me by my real name." Gen said politely. She walked into the great hall gracefully, aware of all eyes on her as her house was announced. Draco had saved her a seat, which she sat in as the feast began.
"So, Draco, you were that sure of me being in your house, that you saved me a seat?" Gen said smiling.
Draco grinned and replied "Naturally."
They talked non - stop, and became very aware of all the looks they were receiving. Gen saw two boys glare in Draco's direction from across the hall.
"Why are they glaring at you Draco? I thought it was me for a second - "
Draco cut her off.
"They're just gits Gen. Don't worry about them." But Gen did worry. The red haired one looked her over, and glared at her as well. Unfortunately, Gen didn't know of the house rivalry and seemed to believe that this was how all wizards were.
When the feast ended Draco showed Gen the dormitories. Dumbledore had told Gen of her room, and she was well aware of its location. She told Draco this. He insisted he walk her to the stairs of the girl's dormitories.
"Thank you for being such a good friend Draco. I mean, I didn't know anyone and you have been so great to me." Gen said breathlessly. Sure it was an act, but it was a damn good one, Gen thought.
Draco looked at her intently and then asked her the funniest thing.
"Will you stand on the stairs? Like the second one up."
Gen looked up at him from her 5'3 stature with a puzzled expression. Draco was nearly a foot taller than her, and had to be almost 70 pounds heavier. Gen complied and stood on the second step. She was still a few inches shorter, but much more at his height. Draco leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Gen's mind told her to pull back, she had a boyfriend, but before she even could, Draco stepped away. He then said "night" and ran up to his dormitory.
Gen stood dazed, and confused. I am going crazy, she thought. I have Rollins. Not Draco, Rollins. She knew she didn't love Draco like Rollins, but something was definitely there. Before she could think too much, Gen went up to her room and did her nightly routine of brushing hair, washing face, and brushing teeth before she went to bed.
The next morning was were Gen really learned more about Draco. She knew his family was unpleasant, but she was sure Draco was different. She soon learned that others thought otherwise. She was walking to the great hall for breakfast, running very late, when someone pushed her inside a broom closet. Gen didn't scream, for she was sure she couldn't be heard.
"What do you want?" she said into the darkness. A light from a wand flickered on.
"I want to know who you are." The low voice said. She saw that it was the same boy who had glared at her in last night's feast.
"Well, you coulda asked me that in the hall!" she said cheerfully. She extended her small hand "My names Genieve Lowelle. Transfer from home schooling."
"Ron Weasley. You seem decent, why are you hanging out with scum?" He said bitterly. Gen caught on quickly.
"Draco's not scum! You're the one who was glaring at me the whole damn feast!" Gen said outraged.
"Look, I just wanted to warn you, he makes girls like you mothers every year." Ron put a fatherly hand on her shoulder. He walked out of the closet. Gen was shocked, then quickly followed him out.
"We are only friends Weasley! Just damn friends!" Gen called after him. The nerve of him. She had never been so disrespected her whole life! Gen stood there for a second, and then some one was behind her, she walked forward and turned around, prepared to attack, but Draco caught her before she jumped.
"Hey hey, whats the rush?" Draco said calmly. Gen sighed, and the realized his arms were around her. She gently removed her self from his embrace and smiled up at him.
"Sorry, just a little jumpy." Gen replied. Draco handed her her class schedule.
"We've got a lot of the same classes; in fact, we have the exact same classes! This is great; I can show you around all day." Draco was excited, and not afraid to show it. He knew he'd have to wear this one down, she was a little resistant to his charms, but he was prepared to do anything to make her his.
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Gen's day was wonderful. She stayed with Draco all day, and was fine with it. He was her mission after all. In the afternoon he had to go to Qudditch practice with his team, which left Gen the afternoon to roam around the castle. She went up to her dorm and found a letter on her bed. She had met her dorm mates last night, and found them all decent. The letter was from Rollins. Gen took a sharp intake of breath, she could already feel the guilt about enjoying Draco's company. The letter was simple.
Dear Genovese,
Your mother just told me of your mission. I am a spy too my dear, and I know of your responsibilities, but you have to try to get back to Longhollow (Longhollow was their village) and get back to me. I am a reck without you. I feel as if I have no one to love, and I am right. I am writing this in English for my brother is watching over my shoulder, and he cannot read English. Are they really calling you Genieve? It's so English. Please write back, I need to know that you are fine.
Lonolom, Rollins
The word "Lonolom" meant the sincerest form of love in elfin, and Rollins always wrote it. Gen scribbled a letter back, hastily, and did not sign "lonolom" back.
********************************************* Longhollow
Rollins looked over her letter and frowned. No "lonolom". For humans, this was nothing, simply the signing of a letter, but elves were different. If you loved someone, it was always "lonolom". Shes had a long day, Rollins thought, she was taken prisoner. Rollins heard a knock on the door and went to open it. His mentor, Arlon, walked in. Arlon had taught him since he was old enough to become a spy, and was also a second father.
"Shaloms" Arlon said with the customary bow. This was how all elf's greeted one another.
"Shaloms eh Arlon." Rollins replied. "Halch conto shew?" (what do you need?) This was a very polite way of getting to the point.
"Lo conto halch econa, gonia comt Genovese?" (do not be so hasty young one, have you heard from Genovese?)
"K halch nahda holk eh nad dein hache" (I have no time for not being hasty) Rollins replied. "Genovese nah folo schan yak Hogwarts, K agro domenio Arlon" (Genovese is at Hogwarts, I fear for her Arlon) "I would fear for her love for you more, Rollins." Arlon said quietly.
Rollins's head whipped around. "Now we speak in English?" His words were kind, but his eyes were questioning.
"We must speak in English, we are being watched. Stay calm. Do not say anything in elfin. They cannot understand it. Listin, and do not interrupt. The ministry cannot get Genovese back, and they are afraid for her as well. She has a very dangerous mission, and she is not even aware how dangerous. She was not told it all, and she thinks it's just another mission. They asked me to come here and warn you not to go after her. I must agree with them Rollins, you could get captured, you know this. However, you must leave here. You sent her a letter, and they already know your location. Do not ask many questions not Rollins. Just leave. Go to London, as fast as you can. There will be someone waiting for you." Arlon said this in hushed tones, and very quickly. Rollins trusted Arlon completely, but was this worth it? He knew it must be.
Rollins walked out of the door, and did not turn back.
Chapter Two : Draco Malfoy
Being brought up to be a spy was easy. Intelligence, wit, and charm were necessary to be a successful spy. Genovese had all of these qualities, and found it easy to learn techniques to be a spy. Unfortunately, a spy and training to be a spy are two different things entirely. Genovese was a lower class of spy, since she was only 14, but she hoped to one day become a Halona Erwin, the highest form of spy in the elfin community. Her mission at Hogwarts was to become as close as possible to Draco, the youngest Malfoy. She needed to watch him in case he was planning on becoming a death eater, which was highly likely. Naturally, meeting him on the train was a huge bonus, and helped right her right away with her mission.
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Draco Malfoy looked at Genovese with curiosity. His mind went through several phases; Slytherin? Wizard? Pureblood? Cute? Draco didn't recognize her and therefore, could answer none of his questions. Draco stood up and extended his hand.
"Draco Malfoy, fifth year Slytherin." He smiled curtly. Gen was shocked at his good looks, and as well with his manners. He was tall and handsome. Her family taught manners beautifully, and considered them more important than brains. Gen smiled at him. Her lips were beautifully formed, and her smile made his knees go weak.
"Genieve Lowelle, transfer from home schooling." This was a complete lie of course. Dumbledore had made her up a complete life story, she was pureblood witch who was home schooled her whole life. In reality, she had gone to diplomat school in Ireland. Diplomat school was for people interested in elfin law, elfin ministry, or anything relating to elves. They had also changed her name, for 'Genovese' was very elfin. Genieve was the English form of it, so they decided on that. Gen was used to making up stories; she had done it for a year now.
"So, why are you transferring to Hogwarts?" Draco asked.
"Well, my family decided that it would be a good idea, since I had already finished my dark arts training." Gen said this easily, with little of her elfin accent, which could easily be heard as Irish brogue. She dropped the hint of dark arts because the Malfoy's were very into dark arts themselves, and she knew this was a sure fire way of getting in Draco's inner circle.
Draco raised an arched eyebrow, but didn't comment. He himself had been trained in the dark arts every summer, but this girl seemed too sweet to be a dark witch. The ones he knew were hardened by their duties to Voldemort as much as anything.
"So, which house do you want to be in?" Draco continued the conversation as if her comment was never made. Gen frowned.
"Well, Slytherin, but Ravenclaw is my second option." Gen knew very well which house she would be in. Slytherin was Draco's house after all, and she must make friends with this boy.
"Wise choice." Draco smirked. He already liked this girl.
The rest of the trip was spent in silly conversation. Draco found that this girl was smart and sweet. He also found that when speaking of her family she was oddly sad. Overall, dark families were hard and cold and their children weren't very close to them. Draco decided to observe her further.
Gen was flirty, and sweet with Draco, but it hardly meant a thing. It was a job, nothing more. Her personality was a face she put on, and it was something that had become easy. The question of her love life came up, and then she realized that Draco was hitting on her. She wanted to say "I have a boyfriend, and I love him very much" but she simply couldn't. If being romantically involved with Draco was what it took, she would do it. Gen did have a boyfriend, an older elf named Rollins. He was 16, but precious to her even when the elfin community frowned upon their relationship. Rollins should be contacted about me today, Gen thought.
When they arrived to Hogwarts Draco was the perfect gentleman. He took her bags for her into the castle, and wished her luck when McGonagall took her to be sorted. Professor McGonagall took her to a small room which she was told was behind the great hall. There, Genovese was explained the rules of Hogwarts since they had already decided on her house.
"We will have no private meetings unless of an emergency. You will be treated as just another student. You must understand this in order to learn more about Draco. When I say emergency, I mean emergency Miss. Lowelle." McGonagall said strictly.
"I understand Professor; I assure I was trained in the very finest elfin school. I will do my best, and I am sure I will prevail." Gen said this professionally. The school had taught her to be a lady, with polished manners and looks. McGonagall looked at her shocked. She was assuming that this would be like any other child, not an adult.
"By the way professor, my name is Genovese Olona. Not Lowelle. In the future if possible, please address me by my real name." Gen said politely. She walked into the great hall gracefully, aware of all eyes on her as her house was announced. Draco had saved her a seat, which she sat in as the feast began.
"So, Draco, you were that sure of me being in your house, that you saved me a seat?" Gen said smiling.
Draco grinned and replied "Naturally."
They talked non - stop, and became very aware of all the looks they were receiving. Gen saw two boys glare in Draco's direction from across the hall.
"Why are they glaring at you Draco? I thought it was me for a second - "
Draco cut her off.
"They're just gits Gen. Don't worry about them." But Gen did worry. The red haired one looked her over, and glared at her as well. Unfortunately, Gen didn't know of the house rivalry and seemed to believe that this was how all wizards were.
When the feast ended Draco showed Gen the dormitories. Dumbledore had told Gen of her room, and she was well aware of its location. She told Draco this. He insisted he walk her to the stairs of the girl's dormitories.
"Thank you for being such a good friend Draco. I mean, I didn't know anyone and you have been so great to me." Gen said breathlessly. Sure it was an act, but it was a damn good one, Gen thought.
Draco looked at her intently and then asked her the funniest thing.
"Will you stand on the stairs? Like the second one up."
Gen looked up at him from her 5'3 stature with a puzzled expression. Draco was nearly a foot taller than her, and had to be almost 70 pounds heavier. Gen complied and stood on the second step. She was still a few inches shorter, but much more at his height. Draco leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Gen's mind told her to pull back, she had a boyfriend, but before she even could, Draco stepped away. He then said "night" and ran up to his dormitory.
Gen stood dazed, and confused. I am going crazy, she thought. I have Rollins. Not Draco, Rollins. She knew she didn't love Draco like Rollins, but something was definitely there. Before she could think too much, Gen went up to her room and did her nightly routine of brushing hair, washing face, and brushing teeth before she went to bed.
The next morning was were Gen really learned more about Draco. She knew his family was unpleasant, but she was sure Draco was different. She soon learned that others thought otherwise. She was walking to the great hall for breakfast, running very late, when someone pushed her inside a broom closet. Gen didn't scream, for she was sure she couldn't be heard.
"What do you want?" she said into the darkness. A light from a wand flickered on.
"I want to know who you are." The low voice said. She saw that it was the same boy who had glared at her in last night's feast.
"Well, you coulda asked me that in the hall!" she said cheerfully. She extended her small hand "My names Genieve Lowelle. Transfer from home schooling."
"Ron Weasley. You seem decent, why are you hanging out with scum?" He said bitterly. Gen caught on quickly.
"Draco's not scum! You're the one who was glaring at me the whole damn feast!" Gen said outraged.
"Look, I just wanted to warn you, he makes girls like you mothers every year." Ron put a fatherly hand on her shoulder. He walked out of the closet. Gen was shocked, then quickly followed him out.
"We are only friends Weasley! Just damn friends!" Gen called after him. The nerve of him. She had never been so disrespected her whole life! Gen stood there for a second, and then some one was behind her, she walked forward and turned around, prepared to attack, but Draco caught her before she jumped.
"Hey hey, whats the rush?" Draco said calmly. Gen sighed, and the realized his arms were around her. She gently removed her self from his embrace and smiled up at him.
"Sorry, just a little jumpy." Gen replied. Draco handed her her class schedule.
"We've got a lot of the same classes; in fact, we have the exact same classes! This is great; I can show you around all day." Draco was excited, and not afraid to show it. He knew he'd have to wear this one down, she was a little resistant to his charms, but he was prepared to do anything to make her his.
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Gen's day was wonderful. She stayed with Draco all day, and was fine with it. He was her mission after all. In the afternoon he had to go to Qudditch practice with his team, which left Gen the afternoon to roam around the castle. She went up to her dorm and found a letter on her bed. She had met her dorm mates last night, and found them all decent. The letter was from Rollins. Gen took a sharp intake of breath, she could already feel the guilt about enjoying Draco's company. The letter was simple.
Dear Genovese,
Your mother just told me of your mission. I am a spy too my dear, and I know of your responsibilities, but you have to try to get back to Longhollow (Longhollow was their village) and get back to me. I am a reck without you. I feel as if I have no one to love, and I am right. I am writing this in English for my brother is watching over my shoulder, and he cannot read English. Are they really calling you Genieve? It's so English. Please write back, I need to know that you are fine.
Lonolom, Rollins
The word "Lonolom" meant the sincerest form of love in elfin, and Rollins always wrote it. Gen scribbled a letter back, hastily, and did not sign "lonolom" back.
********************************************* Longhollow
Rollins looked over her letter and frowned. No "lonolom". For humans, this was nothing, simply the signing of a letter, but elves were different. If you loved someone, it was always "lonolom". Shes had a long day, Rollins thought, she was taken prisoner. Rollins heard a knock on the door and went to open it. His mentor, Arlon, walked in. Arlon had taught him since he was old enough to become a spy, and was also a second father.
"Shaloms" Arlon said with the customary bow. This was how all elf's greeted one another.
"Shaloms eh Arlon." Rollins replied. "Halch conto shew?" (what do you need?) This was a very polite way of getting to the point.
"Lo conto halch econa, gonia comt Genovese?" (do not be so hasty young one, have you heard from Genovese?)
"K halch nahda holk eh nad dein hache" (I have no time for not being hasty) Rollins replied. "Genovese nah folo schan yak Hogwarts, K agro domenio Arlon" (Genovese is at Hogwarts, I fear for her Arlon) "I would fear for her love for you more, Rollins." Arlon said quietly.
Rollins's head whipped around. "Now we speak in English?" His words were kind, but his eyes were questioning.
"We must speak in English, we are being watched. Stay calm. Do not say anything in elfin. They cannot understand it. Listin, and do not interrupt. The ministry cannot get Genovese back, and they are afraid for her as well. She has a very dangerous mission, and she is not even aware how dangerous. She was not told it all, and she thinks it's just another mission. They asked me to come here and warn you not to go after her. I must agree with them Rollins, you could get captured, you know this. However, you must leave here. You sent her a letter, and they already know your location. Do not ask many questions not Rollins. Just leave. Go to London, as fast as you can. There will be someone waiting for you." Arlon said this in hushed tones, and very quickly. Rollins trusted Arlon completely, but was this worth it? He knew it must be.
Rollins walked out of the door, and did not turn back.