Chapter Three:

"Miss…Miss?"

Phoebe was calling from her spot in Chloe's wall. Chloe stirred on the couch, as she opened her bright blue eyes light flooded her vision brining pain quickly to her forehead. Chloe grumbled and rose herself to a sitting position.

"Miss, the professor who visited you last night is outside."

"Let him in."

Severus walked into the room and headed straight for Chloe's couch. He pulled out another small vial, this one a dark purple.

"Hangover Relief Potion." he explained.

Chloe took the small vial and downed it in one shot. She handed the bottle back and thanked him. Then she motioned for him to follow as she set off for her bedroom. Severus wordlessly followed her, stopping at her doorway.

Chloe proceeded on to the dressing partition on the other side of the room. She came out from behind the dark red material dressed in Hogwarts school uniform and black robes. Severus arched a curious eyebrow and she sighed before walking towards.

"It didn't say anything in my job description about these damn ties!" She said, indicating the slip of green and silver fabric draped loosely around her neck.

"No uniforms in American schools?" Severus asked, mechanically knotting the tie at her neck.

"No damn ties. Simple black robes with the school crest. We didn't have houses, we were separated by age alone."

"I see."

"What does it mean?" Chloe blurted.

Again with the damn eyebrow! She thought as Snape regarded her question.

"To be a Slytherin, what do I have to do? What is my image? What is my relationship with the other Houses and my fellow Slytherins? How do I treat the teachers? If I am to do this effectively it must be believable. And how the hell did you tell them I transferred here? I read the damn book, there has never been a transfer student from America, and only a select few from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." Chloe finished her rant at the sight of Snape's near amused expression. Near amused, but only his eyes.

"Which question should I answer first?"

"Er…all of them…in that order."

"Very Well." Snape nodded, "To be a Slytherin, you must be cunning and vengeful. A thirst to prove yourself and a thirst for power is what commonly describes the house. Your image should hinge on haughty confidence just outside of sheer malice. You relationship with the other Houses is nonexistent outside of bullying or torture, your fellow Slytherins are respected but not followed. If you are to gain information you will need to lead. The teachers are all severed with sarcastic, mocking respect, excepting myself. You must always toe the line, but never cross it. By saying you 'read the damn book' I assume you mean "Hogwarts, A History", and therefore must admit you are correct you are the first transfer student from America and the students have been told you transferred because you're father received a job offer from the Minister of Magic. Any other questions?"

"Um, no." Chloe muttered disbelievingly.

"Good, you are late for Transfiguration. Expect a detention." With that, Snape swept from the room.

"Damn."

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Chloe ran full-force al the way to the Transfiguration Wing. At least, she ran full-force until she found the Transfiguration Wing. Making her an unruly thirty minutes late. McGonagall regarded her disdainfully as she threw the large door open and ran breathlessly into the classroom.

"Miss Tanner, I presume?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Is there a reason for your excessive tardiness and loss of thirty points from Slytherin House?"

Points?

"I was lost, ma'am. No one gave me a map."

"Take your seat, Miss Tanner, and next time be punctual."

"Yes, Professor."

Chloe glanced around the room; the only available seat was next to a regal looking blonde boy in the far corner. She took in his haughty appearance and the Slytherin crest on his left breast.

My first victim.

Chloe sauntered over to the seventeen year old, relying fully on physical attraction to gain information. She could see before she was halfway to his table it was working. When Chloe reached him she gracefully extended a hand.

"Chloe Tanner."

"Draco Malfoy." kissing her hand and motioning for her to sit, Draco shot a smirk at his many jealous male classmates.

"Charmed, I'm sure." she replied coyly, sitting next to him and opening her book.

This is going to be easier than I thought.