And So It Started.......
They say that in the greatest plots, it always the beginning, that first nudge, that is the hardest to complete. It seemed so easy to start with; a simple case of luring him out of his protected views and into hers. However, Harry Potter was a special case.
Of course Rowan knew the story, she had heard her Lord go over it endlessly. Harry was the thorn in Voldemort's side. He had tried and failed no less than four times to drown his annoying bespectacled head. Each time the worm had slithered away.
This time he would hit with stealth.
Surely no-one could possibly suspect a fellow student. Not one that the great Dumbledore had approved himself.
Yes, he comforted himself, with her cunning and wiles she could trap him.
Rowan had paid a visit to the One late that night, hours after seeing Lucius. Unlike the Malfoy, she did not recoil at her master's dwellings. The dank surroundings seemed to fit perfectly with the deviousness of her proposed strategy.
"Mr. Malfoy will tell you himself, my Lord, his child is indeed a great rival to Potter." She stood in front of him, her school robes slightly hidden by the cloak she often wore. Her dark hair held a blue tint that reflected her eyes.
Voldemort regarded her for a moment, before saying, "You speak of Lucius often, my red one." He watched her placidly, "I worry that he may distract you." A small smile curved on his thin lips.
Rowan glanced up locked her eyes with his, giving him the kind of look that told her master more than any sentence could. "Ah," He said knowingly. "Then you must not let that interfere, my child. No. Concentrate on my job."
"Yes, my Lord." She reached into her robes for her wand, getting ready to apparate when he spoke again.
"Oh and Lennox, do keep what I have said in mind, won't you?" She nodded and with a hushed "apparatus" returned to Hogwarts.
************** The next Thursday evening, Rowan had suggested that she and Draco could go out into the grounds, supposedly to escape the gossip that followed them around, though Rowan had other ideas. Draco agreed and soon the pair were settling down underneath an oak tree.
Draco smiled at Rowan and she moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Malfoy started to tell her about his father's latest exploits but she was only half listening to him. Her attention had been drawn away by the noises from the Quidditch pitch.
Thursday, she thought, was Griffyndor's practice night. A good chance to attract Potter's attention, if ever. She cast her eyes upwards and saw several red spots streaking across the sky. One of them had to be him. It had to be. He was the seeker after all.
"Row?" Draco nudged her. "Do you think he was right?" He looked down and saw his companion staring above them, obviously ignoring what he had been saying. Annoyed, he looked to where her gaze had settled. A small shot of anger shot pierced his stomach.
He nudged her harder than before.
"Ow!" She whined and turned herself to Draco. "What you do that for?"
"I asked you a question." Draco stated simply, looking at her glowing face.
Rowan purposefully ignored him, wanting to find out about her view. "Which one's Potter?"
While Draco would often taunt Harry, he had seldom heard his girlfriend talk of him. It vexed him that she seemed so indifferent towards the scarred one but this sudden surge of interest worried him. "Why?" He asked suspiciously.
Rowan smiled. "Just tell me, Draco." She knew the inner turmoil she had expected was happening.
"I don't know." Draco said through gritted teeth.
"On come on," She said softly. "You must have some idea."
Teasing should be banned, thought Draco. He sighed and looked around for the fastest player. "That one there." He said dully, motioning with his hand.
Rowan gazed up at the red figure and was genuinely surprised at his skill. "Not bad" She said in admiration.
Draco was positively sulking now.
"I bet..." He started but Rowan already knew what his response would be. She turned towards him, clasping the bony side of his jaw, and said firmly,
"Don't...even.... think... about ..it." She smiled softly at him. "There are some things, Draco Malfoy, that are far more important than flying."
He smiled playfully back at her, and as his lips sensuously met hers, Rowan
hoped that Potter's Quidditch eyes were sharp enough to spot them.
***************
Harry was used to the grueling training sessions that Wood had forced upon him for the years he had been on the Griffyndor Quidditch team but Wood had left over a year ago and their new Captain George Weasly was lax to say the least on where and when they trained.
This new laid back approach was welcomed by Harry, as this year he would be taking his O.W.L.S. and needed all the extra time to catch up with his increasing homework. It also meant that Harry's mind could wander more than ever when he mounted his Firebolt.
On that same Thursday, Harry was soaring around the Hogwarts Quidditch, supposedly searching for the Snitch but something else had caught his attention. He had not noticed the two figures emerging from the castle but when the pesky little golden ball flitted in front of an oak tree, his eyes crossed with those of a Slytherin.
His mind knew who it was before the name came to his lips. She was the one whose head had haunted his thoughts for the last few nights. Rowan Lennox. Yes, Malfoy's girl.
Harry did not bother to catch the Snitch, just letting it zoom around him. Instead he watched the couple, fascinated. There is something mesmerizing about looking at people you know cannot see you clearly back, Harry thought.
Her dark hair settled in brilliant contrast to Malfoy's white. They were kissing now. A knot in Harry's stomach tightened. It seemed painful. He turned away and decided to fly higher. Yet when they were out of his sight the picture still echoed around him. The knot became almost agonizing when he wasn't looking at them. Somehow his imagination was running away from him. But he could not go back and look again. He couldn't. But he had to.
He wheeled the broom around, wind pressing his glasses further onto his nose. He thought he had reached the point where the couple were but when he looked to the ground they were gone, without a trace.
He scanned the horizon and ground below him. As the realization that they were not there crept over him another revelation struck him.
Quite what it was however, was not so easy to work out........
A/N: Heylo again. Well I've had a busy time this last month with lots of exams at school and then Christmas. I hope you all had a great Holiday season and like this chapter.
Tell me what you think and I might put another one up soon.......
They say that in the greatest plots, it always the beginning, that first nudge, that is the hardest to complete. It seemed so easy to start with; a simple case of luring him out of his protected views and into hers. However, Harry Potter was a special case.
Of course Rowan knew the story, she had heard her Lord go over it endlessly. Harry was the thorn in Voldemort's side. He had tried and failed no less than four times to drown his annoying bespectacled head. Each time the worm had slithered away.
This time he would hit with stealth.
Surely no-one could possibly suspect a fellow student. Not one that the great Dumbledore had approved himself.
Yes, he comforted himself, with her cunning and wiles she could trap him.
Rowan had paid a visit to the One late that night, hours after seeing Lucius. Unlike the Malfoy, she did not recoil at her master's dwellings. The dank surroundings seemed to fit perfectly with the deviousness of her proposed strategy.
"Mr. Malfoy will tell you himself, my Lord, his child is indeed a great rival to Potter." She stood in front of him, her school robes slightly hidden by the cloak she often wore. Her dark hair held a blue tint that reflected her eyes.
Voldemort regarded her for a moment, before saying, "You speak of Lucius often, my red one." He watched her placidly, "I worry that he may distract you." A small smile curved on his thin lips.
Rowan glanced up locked her eyes with his, giving him the kind of look that told her master more than any sentence could. "Ah," He said knowingly. "Then you must not let that interfere, my child. No. Concentrate on my job."
"Yes, my Lord." She reached into her robes for her wand, getting ready to apparate when he spoke again.
"Oh and Lennox, do keep what I have said in mind, won't you?" She nodded and with a hushed "apparatus" returned to Hogwarts.
************** The next Thursday evening, Rowan had suggested that she and Draco could go out into the grounds, supposedly to escape the gossip that followed them around, though Rowan had other ideas. Draco agreed and soon the pair were settling down underneath an oak tree.
Draco smiled at Rowan and she moved closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Malfoy started to tell her about his father's latest exploits but she was only half listening to him. Her attention had been drawn away by the noises from the Quidditch pitch.
Thursday, she thought, was Griffyndor's practice night. A good chance to attract Potter's attention, if ever. She cast her eyes upwards and saw several red spots streaking across the sky. One of them had to be him. It had to be. He was the seeker after all.
"Row?" Draco nudged her. "Do you think he was right?" He looked down and saw his companion staring above them, obviously ignoring what he had been saying. Annoyed, he looked to where her gaze had settled. A small shot of anger shot pierced his stomach.
He nudged her harder than before.
"Ow!" She whined and turned herself to Draco. "What you do that for?"
"I asked you a question." Draco stated simply, looking at her glowing face.
Rowan purposefully ignored him, wanting to find out about her view. "Which one's Potter?"
While Draco would often taunt Harry, he had seldom heard his girlfriend talk of him. It vexed him that she seemed so indifferent towards the scarred one but this sudden surge of interest worried him. "Why?" He asked suspiciously.
Rowan smiled. "Just tell me, Draco." She knew the inner turmoil she had expected was happening.
"I don't know." Draco said through gritted teeth.
"On come on," She said softly. "You must have some idea."
Teasing should be banned, thought Draco. He sighed and looked around for the fastest player. "That one there." He said dully, motioning with his hand.
Rowan gazed up at the red figure and was genuinely surprised at his skill. "Not bad" She said in admiration.
Draco was positively sulking now.
"I bet..." He started but Rowan already knew what his response would be. She turned towards him, clasping the bony side of his jaw, and said firmly,
"Don't...even.... think... about ..it." She smiled softly at him. "There are some things, Draco Malfoy, that are far more important than flying."
He smiled playfully back at her, and as his lips sensuously met hers, Rowan
hoped that Potter's Quidditch eyes were sharp enough to spot them.
***************
Harry was used to the grueling training sessions that Wood had forced upon him for the years he had been on the Griffyndor Quidditch team but Wood had left over a year ago and their new Captain George Weasly was lax to say the least on where and when they trained.
This new laid back approach was welcomed by Harry, as this year he would be taking his O.W.L.S. and needed all the extra time to catch up with his increasing homework. It also meant that Harry's mind could wander more than ever when he mounted his Firebolt.
On that same Thursday, Harry was soaring around the Hogwarts Quidditch, supposedly searching for the Snitch but something else had caught his attention. He had not noticed the two figures emerging from the castle but when the pesky little golden ball flitted in front of an oak tree, his eyes crossed with those of a Slytherin.
His mind knew who it was before the name came to his lips. She was the one whose head had haunted his thoughts for the last few nights. Rowan Lennox. Yes, Malfoy's girl.
Harry did not bother to catch the Snitch, just letting it zoom around him. Instead he watched the couple, fascinated. There is something mesmerizing about looking at people you know cannot see you clearly back, Harry thought.
Her dark hair settled in brilliant contrast to Malfoy's white. They were kissing now. A knot in Harry's stomach tightened. It seemed painful. He turned away and decided to fly higher. Yet when they were out of his sight the picture still echoed around him. The knot became almost agonizing when he wasn't looking at them. Somehow his imagination was running away from him. But he could not go back and look again. He couldn't. But he had to.
He wheeled the broom around, wind pressing his glasses further onto his nose. He thought he had reached the point where the couple were but when he looked to the ground they were gone, without a trace.
He scanned the horizon and ground below him. As the realization that they were not there crept over him another revelation struck him.
Quite what it was however, was not so easy to work out........
A/N: Heylo again. Well I've had a busy time this last month with lots of exams at school and then Christmas. I hope you all had a great Holiday season and like this chapter.
Tell me what you think and I might put another one up soon.......