Chapter 52- Dinner with Enemies
"Ah Miss. Breeze, so good of you to join us," said Lucius as he stood up. The other men
around the table did so as well.
"So sorry I was late. Couldn't put down the "Malfoys: A History" I found in my room. It
was very enlightening," said Hazel with a very strong British accent. She had to make sure Draco couldn't recognize her.
"Oh quite all right. It's good of you to read it," he then gave her another spine chilling
smile.
"Now Miss. Breeze this is Mr. Theory Crabbe, Rice Goyle and Mercutio Riddle." as
Lucius said their names they bowed their heads and whispered a hello. But Hazel wasn't
really noticing. Her mind was on the last name. Mercutio Riddle! Harry's dad. He was still alive. He really didn't look like Harry but he had the same emerald green eyes. Also his sandy brown hair was a mess. Not because he didn't fix it but because it looked like it
wouldn't let him fix it. He gave Hazel a warm heartily smile and a small wink. But his eyes held a slight shade of deep dispair.
"And here is my son Draco," said Lucius finishing his introduction. "Draco this is your
tutor. I expect you to treat her with the same respect as you would Severus," said Lucius
with a little warning in his voice. Draco nodded and gave a small fake smile. Hazel then
did her best to say, "Well I'm pleased to meet all of you and I hope to get to know you all, please be seated."
The men took their seats and house elves immediately walked in with food trays. Lucius
continued to talk to the men around the table while Draco and Narcissa stayed silent.
Hazel listened but did not really hear them. She was sweating from being close to Draco. It had been awhile since she had been so close to him that she could see his chest go up and down from his breathing.
Finally he spoke "So Miss. Breeze tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well I.... like Quidditch and potions. My family was once charged with dealing with
Voldemort and I can't stand it when I hear about that Potter boy. What was his name
again? Oh yes, Harry Potter." Hazel finished the last past with a bit of discussed then she
wondered if she over did it. Draco just starred at her for a moment as if reading her DNA.
Then he did something that only made Hazel's nerves jump more. He smiled. "I think we
will get along nicely."
"Ah Miss. Breeze, so good of you to join us," said Lucius as he stood up. The other men
around the table did so as well.
"So sorry I was late. Couldn't put down the "Malfoys: A History" I found in my room. It
was very enlightening," said Hazel with a very strong British accent. She had to make sure Draco couldn't recognize her.
"Oh quite all right. It's good of you to read it," he then gave her another spine chilling
smile.
"Now Miss. Breeze this is Mr. Theory Crabbe, Rice Goyle and Mercutio Riddle." as
Lucius said their names they bowed their heads and whispered a hello. But Hazel wasn't
really noticing. Her mind was on the last name. Mercutio Riddle! Harry's dad. He was still alive. He really didn't look like Harry but he had the same emerald green eyes. Also his sandy brown hair was a mess. Not because he didn't fix it but because it looked like it
wouldn't let him fix it. He gave Hazel a warm heartily smile and a small wink. But his eyes held a slight shade of deep dispair.
"And here is my son Draco," said Lucius finishing his introduction. "Draco this is your
tutor. I expect you to treat her with the same respect as you would Severus," said Lucius
with a little warning in his voice. Draco nodded and gave a small fake smile. Hazel then
did her best to say, "Well I'm pleased to meet all of you and I hope to get to know you all, please be seated."
The men took their seats and house elves immediately walked in with food trays. Lucius
continued to talk to the men around the table while Draco and Narcissa stayed silent.
Hazel listened but did not really hear them. She was sweating from being close to Draco. It had been awhile since she had been so close to him that she could see his chest go up and down from his breathing.
Finally he spoke "So Miss. Breeze tell me a bit about yourself."
"Well I.... like Quidditch and potions. My family was once charged with dealing with
Voldemort and I can't stand it when I hear about that Potter boy. What was his name
again? Oh yes, Harry Potter." Hazel finished the last past with a bit of discussed then she
wondered if she over did it. Draco just starred at her for a moment as if reading her DNA.
Then he did something that only made Hazel's nerves jump more. He smiled. "I think we
will get along nicely."