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Riddles

By: PyroMonsoon

Chapter 6: Draco's New Obsession

I woke to the sound of paper being turned, like in a book. 'Robin Hood!' I opened my eyes and saw Draco flipping through an old diary of mine. Silently I sat up in bed, glancing at my clock, eight o'clock. "Draco. What the hell are you doing in my room this early? Or even in my room at all?"

"Rilee!" He looked up startled. I looked at him tiredly.

"What do you want with that?" I asked pointing to the old diary.

"This?" He held up the small green book, 1996 engraved on the front.

"Yes that."

"Well, I was just wondering about . . ." he trailed off, eyes darting from the door to the window to the bathroom and then to me. "Don't tell." I nodded.

'Yeah right.'

"Well, in Diagon Alley yesterday I met someone. A girl and well, she was, um . . . cute?" I contained my laughter, covering it with a cough. He glared at me.

"What does that have to do with my diary from when I was eight?" He closed the little material item. Setting it back in the box that he had found it, he walked over to my bed.

"Well, you're a girl. And in diaries, girls put their thoughts about guys and stuff. I was hoping that your diary would reveal some stuff that girls like. Like flowers and jewelry and things like that." I stared at him in disgust.

"You're kidding right? I was never the proper little girl. I turned out to be a cynical bitch that hates the world and her own father. Why would my entries help? All they would give away would be the emotions that ran through me when your mother beat the living shit out of me. Those and maybe what I felt when your father actually found time to care about me." I reached up for my black silk robe. Slipping it on, I rose from the bed and stretched.

I pushed him out of my room as I headed down for breakfast. "Look if you want to impress this girl find out who she is and what her background is first. Then figure out what she likes. That's what Mercutio did when he first met me -"

"Who's Mercutio?" he interjected.

"No one that's important right now. Now do you know who she is?"

"No . . . "

I sighed. "Okay fine, I'll do some research about your mystery girl. Do you know anything about her?"

"Uh, she has an attitude. And she's short and has dark brown hair." I rolled my eyes.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, I yawned. "Look that's not much to go on but I'll do what I can." Mharc the house elf placed a plate of eggs in front of me and I began breakfast. Draco sat down opposite me and watched me eat. "Umm . . . Can I help you?" He shook his head, saying nothing. "This better be a good use of my skills Draco or you will be sorry."

"Whatever. Just get me the information that I need." He got up and left the kitchen, kicking Mharc rather painfully in the process. I sighed and shook my head. Leaving my eggs on the table, unfinished, I ran up to my room to begin the long process of people searching.

Three days later

"Draco!" I screamed down the hall. "DRACO!!!" It was the fifth time I had called him and he still hadn't answered. I pounded on the oak door of his room. "Draco get your lazy ass out of bed NOW!" I smirked when I heard rustling for inside. 'Good I woke him up.' Glancing at my watch, I noticed it was only seven o'clock.

Draco yanked open his bedroom door, only half dressed. His tired gaze glared at me as best it could. "What the bloody hell do you want Riddle?"

I grinned. "I found your mystery girl." I held up a sheet of paper, the words EMILY BLACK written across the top in big bold letters.

Draco ripped the parchment out of my hands and began to read it hungrily. He shut the door on my face leaving me there grinning like a conniving little child. 'Good Draco. Read Draco. You are now in my debt.' I turned and walked away, laughing quietly to myself.

One week later

"I can't believe she kissed me."

"I can't believe you kissed a Black back!"

We were sitting in Draco's room, me sifting through a wizarding magazine, Draco drooling over a picture of Emily Black I had managed to take. It was a "muggle" or still photo so Draco was even more in my debt since the picture didn't move, allowing him to stare longer. I shifted in the hard-backed chair, draping my legs over the side.

"How many more days till we leave for that stupid school of yours?" I leaned back, cracking my spine in a stretch. Draco didn't look up from my picture I had given him.

"We leave tomorrow."

'Oh yippee-do-da!' Gremlin sauntered into the room. Calling him over, I responded to Draco's sparse information. "So all we do is go to Kings Cross Station, walk through that dumb barrier, climb aboard a stupid train then go to this dumb ass school?" He nodded. "How very frightening," I replied sarcastically.

That night I sat in the middle of the floor in my room. The room was dark with the exception of softly glowing candles that sat around me in no real order. For the most part it would seem as though I was in a trance, and well that'd be right. I was trying to get ahold of my mother. yeah yeah I know, use the phone or try owling her. Well she's dead. There's not much I can do so I try this, five times a week in hopes of contacting her. Back at Fyremoth I would catch glimpes of her spirit but ever since I came here to the manor she's been gone and I've felt so lost. I don't know much about my mom which is why I try so hard.

The grandfather clock in the hall chimed out eleven strokes. It was eleven o'clock. I would have to give up for the night. Tomorrow I left for my new school, my father's school. Sighing I suddenly wish I had grown up in Germany. . .

A/N: Added the last two paragraphs to make the chapter atleast 1,000 words. That's really short for me. It's pathetic really. Other than that I did some minor detail changes, words and such.

Word Count: 1115