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Secrets and Lies
The bone-chilling cry of Draco's screech owl chilled the Great Hall temporarily. It swooped down victoriously, cutting up many of the other birds' ways. Its pale-haired owner was eating his breakfast, protected by his other beasts Crabbe and Goyle.
Malfoy looked up with a smirk as the bird settled on his robed shoulder. He unclasped the carried parchment and sent the bid flying off with yet another deafening cry.
He unrolled the letter and saw his father's elegant writing. It was a strange reply, he thought, being only four words long.
// I shall come tonight. \\
However, he thought again and decided that it was probably the best response he could get.
From a few seats down Pansy Parkinson looked snootily up at him. Her pug face was contorted into a ball of curiosity. Rowan Lennox, who was sitting opposite also slid her gaze briefly in the direction of Malfoy. Unlike her companion, her eyes did not linger.
Putting the letter back into his pocket, Malfoy became aware that the subject of last night's letter was only a few places away. He felt the colour rise slightly in his cheeks but swallowed hard and looked away.
"See you later." He muttered to Crabbe and Goyle who were stuffing their mouths with crispy bacon. They grunted slightly in answer and did not bother to watch Draco exit the Hall, giving Potter a scathing look on the way.
Malfoy crossed the entrance hall towards the dungeons. The grey stone lamps roared as he past, illuminating the various pictures and hangings. He made his way swiftly around the labyrinth of passages, his destination edging slowly closer.
At last he reached a patch of bare stone wall, the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
"Foxglove." He commanded and the stone slid away revealing the entrance.
The common room was a long, low, stone walled chamber. The gothic pieces of furniture, including dark carved chairs and cabinets, reflected those in Malfoy Manor. An impressive fire burned ceaselessly underneath an ornate fireplace. Draco edged nearer, feeling the chill of the underground. The room was deserted.
The scrape of the stone entrance moving echoed around him. He turned around and saw the dark head of the Lennox girl.
Her nightshade hair was splayed behind her and her eyes caught the light of the flames. Draco was taken aback.
"That was quick." He said accusingly, disguising his surprise with annoyance. She raised her fine eyebrows at him.
"I eat quickly." The sarcasm cut through him like a sword. She moved forward, past the rigid Malfoy and settled herself on one of the comfier chairs, sensing his apprehension.
Draco turned his pointed face towards her again. Her blue eyes met with his grey, however, she looked down and drew out a small leather bound notebook from somewhere. She selected a page and started to write with a pencil.
"How's your father?" She asked simply, feeling his eyes upon her.
Draco was momentarily disturbed. "Fine."
He watched her, feeling alarmingly confused. Her legs were crossed, the right one tapping in tune with the sound of the graphite on her page.
Malfoy's hand gripped the back of the nearest chair. He was going to ask what his father had failed to answer. Before he could open his mouth, she looked up at him again.
"Something you wanted, Draco?" She had a way of making him feel that she already knew everything.
"Yes." He said adamantly, taking a seat next to her. "Yes. I want to know," He paused, searching for the words to express his thoughts. "To know *why* you are here." The end result seemed a little lame.
She regarded him quietly before answering.
"While you, Draco, have spent your time here creating rumours with Rita Skeeter," Her voice was low and drawling. "Others, have been working on something more *worthwhile*."
He frowned again, feeling insulted. His voice became quite defiant. "I take it you didn't like those articles."
"Amusing. But they served little purpose in the long run." She was still writing which annoyed Draco.
"What are you writing?" He asked trying not to reveal his own curiosity.
She put her pencil down and once again placed her dark blue eyes upon him. "When is Lucius coming?"
Draco coughed in disbelief. She smirked maliciously. "How do you.?"
"I know a lot of things, Draco Malfoy." She cut in, her face twinkling.
He felt spooked out.
"Tonight." He said quietly. Draco looked at her again but Rowan was giving the fire the benefit of her gaze.
She purred quietly. "Perfect."
"What's going on?" Draco asked uncomfortably.
In a flourish she drew the pencil from her lips, snapped the notebook shut and stood up. "You'll see."
Draco watched her walk towards the common room exit, almost colliding with the rather lost looking Crabbe and Goyle.
Secrets and Lies
The bone-chilling cry of Draco's screech owl chilled the Great Hall temporarily. It swooped down victoriously, cutting up many of the other birds' ways. Its pale-haired owner was eating his breakfast, protected by his other beasts Crabbe and Goyle.
Malfoy looked up with a smirk as the bird settled on his robed shoulder. He unclasped the carried parchment and sent the bid flying off with yet another deafening cry.
He unrolled the letter and saw his father's elegant writing. It was a strange reply, he thought, being only four words long.
// I shall come tonight. \\
However, he thought again and decided that it was probably the best response he could get.
From a few seats down Pansy Parkinson looked snootily up at him. Her pug face was contorted into a ball of curiosity. Rowan Lennox, who was sitting opposite also slid her gaze briefly in the direction of Malfoy. Unlike her companion, her eyes did not linger.
Putting the letter back into his pocket, Malfoy became aware that the subject of last night's letter was only a few places away. He felt the colour rise slightly in his cheeks but swallowed hard and looked away.
"See you later." He muttered to Crabbe and Goyle who were stuffing their mouths with crispy bacon. They grunted slightly in answer and did not bother to watch Draco exit the Hall, giving Potter a scathing look on the way.
Malfoy crossed the entrance hall towards the dungeons. The grey stone lamps roared as he past, illuminating the various pictures and hangings. He made his way swiftly around the labyrinth of passages, his destination edging slowly closer.
At last he reached a patch of bare stone wall, the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
"Foxglove." He commanded and the stone slid away revealing the entrance.
The common room was a long, low, stone walled chamber. The gothic pieces of furniture, including dark carved chairs and cabinets, reflected those in Malfoy Manor. An impressive fire burned ceaselessly underneath an ornate fireplace. Draco edged nearer, feeling the chill of the underground. The room was deserted.
The scrape of the stone entrance moving echoed around him. He turned around and saw the dark head of the Lennox girl.
Her nightshade hair was splayed behind her and her eyes caught the light of the flames. Draco was taken aback.
"That was quick." He said accusingly, disguising his surprise with annoyance. She raised her fine eyebrows at him.
"I eat quickly." The sarcasm cut through him like a sword. She moved forward, past the rigid Malfoy and settled herself on one of the comfier chairs, sensing his apprehension.
Draco turned his pointed face towards her again. Her blue eyes met with his grey, however, she looked down and drew out a small leather bound notebook from somewhere. She selected a page and started to write with a pencil.
"How's your father?" She asked simply, feeling his eyes upon her.
Draco was momentarily disturbed. "Fine."
He watched her, feeling alarmingly confused. Her legs were crossed, the right one tapping in tune with the sound of the graphite on her page.
Malfoy's hand gripped the back of the nearest chair. He was going to ask what his father had failed to answer. Before he could open his mouth, she looked up at him again.
"Something you wanted, Draco?" She had a way of making him feel that she already knew everything.
"Yes." He said adamantly, taking a seat next to her. "Yes. I want to know," He paused, searching for the words to express his thoughts. "To know *why* you are here." The end result seemed a little lame.
She regarded him quietly before answering.
"While you, Draco, have spent your time here creating rumours with Rita Skeeter," Her voice was low and drawling. "Others, have been working on something more *worthwhile*."
He frowned again, feeling insulted. His voice became quite defiant. "I take it you didn't like those articles."
"Amusing. But they served little purpose in the long run." She was still writing which annoyed Draco.
"What are you writing?" He asked trying not to reveal his own curiosity.
She put her pencil down and once again placed her dark blue eyes upon him. "When is Lucius coming?"
Draco coughed in disbelief. She smirked maliciously. "How do you.?"
"I know a lot of things, Draco Malfoy." She cut in, her face twinkling.
He felt spooked out.
"Tonight." He said quietly. Draco looked at her again but Rowan was giving the fire the benefit of her gaze.
She purred quietly. "Perfect."
"What's going on?" Draco asked uncomfortably.
In a flourish she drew the pencil from her lips, snapped the notebook shut and stood up. "You'll see."
Draco watched her walk towards the common room exit, almost colliding with the rather lost looking Crabbe and Goyle.