"Your name is Corepoya, we call you Cory for short, and you will introduce
yourself as Cory Malfoy. After all, no one ever called you Draconis when
you were a boy. You are exchanging with you brother, twin I might add. This
is because your family hid you away for fear you may be seen as the heir.
You are, after all, a minute older than your brother and no girl has been
the first born for generations. The small scandal is enough to deflect the
attention from the coincidence of Draco's departure with your arrival. It
will not be enough to disgrace you; people will see it as pride on your
father's part. Since you went to Drumstrang, you must have been loved
enough for an education. No one will question a Malfoy anyway. Harry is
your bodyguard as part of an alliance between your family and the side of
the light, since Voldermort's followers are falling. You have switched
sides. People will believe you have done something of considerable worth
for Dumbledore, since the Golden Boy was given to you. All familiarity you
may have with the other students can be explained away with excessive
letters on your twin brother's part. All and any enquiries within Slytherin
will be halted in the joy of realising Draco found them important enough to
write about. You do not have a house, but report to me and have classes
with Mr. Potter for your protection. Is that understood? Would you care to
repeat it? Are you nervous? It's not too late to just leave, you know? I
can tutor you back at the manor until we fix this mess."
Snape was panicking. It was a weird thing to witness, this controlled train wreck of emotions, standing on the platform next to his two students, waiting for the arrival of the rest of the school.
Harry was removed slightly from the group. Draco, or Cory, had pretended that nothing had happened. It was a monumental event for the brunet boy. He wasn't a virgin anymore! He was a man. A man forgotten by his 'lover', once she was done.
Draco didn't seem to notice his turmoil. Or perhaps she didn't care. She had enjoyed last night, but it was not her first time in bed with someone. Blaise had been her regular fuck buddy for about a year now. She did not, by any means, love him, but he was good. The butterflies in her stomach were because she had never thought to ask the boy if he liked girls too in his previous existence. Such things had never bothered 'Draco'. The boy she had been wanted Blaise. It was that simple. What the Italian did in his own time was of no consequences.
But wether Blaise was up for some experimentation with the differences between her two anatomies or not, Harry would be able to take the edge off. She didn't know why he was so prudish about it at first. Everyone wanted to sleep with her! But, no! That Griffyndor had to try and prove he was above everyone. She actually had to beg him to help out. It was unbelievable and it was unacceptable! He would just have to get used to being pushed around, that was all.
She knew she would be safe in her choices. Blaise was always tight-lipped about their after-dark activities. People could speculate all they wanted, as long as Blaise never confirmed it, she would still be a respected upper- class woman. Surely two would be enough? Her mother had once told her that four men was a decadence unacceptable. Narcissa had her husband for money and her bed, but also two boys of different looks and 'types' locked away in separate wings. Draco had never seen these men, but she had asked her father once why he did not keep extra women, or men, of his own. It was not appropriate. This had baffled the then boy? Not appropriate? Then why could his mother keep two! His father had explained,
"She is a Veela woman, Draco. That is somewhat different. Your mother and I are not in love, we have never been. But we are good friends. It would be seen as an insult for me to keep a lover here. It would be saying a Veela woman is not enough, which she is. But her mind is not like yours or mine. This is not a mutually exclusive arrangement for her."
Draco had looked on, even more confused. It would be inappropriate for a Veela man, or a normal wizard of either sex, to keep extra lovers? But his mother was, for some reason, allowed a certain number of them? He knew his parents were not in love, they had never pretended to be. But they complimented each other and Lucius never so much as looked at another woman.
"Draco, my son, you will understand your mother one day, I have no doubt. We will find you a Veela woman and she will be too much for you. The truth is that I do keep lovers in the manor. I keep lovers for your mother so that I may rest. She is more then enough for me and those two together, but no one man would ever be enough for her. It is biological; people cannot disapprove of a blind man not being able to see. People can not disapprove of a Veela woman having lovers."
Draco had been speculative for years, but now she understood. Last night she had nearly exploded! What would have happen to her mother when Lucius was away if those others were not locked up in there towers? She suddenly realised why her parents were allowed to share a cell in Azkaban. A ten years sentence, because of that goody too shoes Potter. She would thoroughly enjoy using him. She'd chew him up and spit him out every night and there wasn't a thing the brunet could do about it. He belonged to her.
The train approached and her godfather placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Harry was slowly moving away, inch by inch. The professor had promised to take care of Draco for the day, so Harry could run off to see his friends. It seemed, at first, a rather un-Snape thing to do, but he suspected the professor thought that Harry would run off anyway and leave the students to be eaten and his goddaughter to be attacked.
When the train pulled up and the students evacuated, Harry was once again, like every year, tackled by a flying brown blur of a hug. Hermione squealing with glee, in a manner she only exhibited after long term separation, and was followed by his red head friend's smiling face and warm greeting,
"Hello, Harry! God, we missed ya. I'm sure your holiday was an absolute nightmare! If that git did anything you, just tell me and I'll pound him for ya."
Translated out of Weasley that means, 'I'm really sorry I wasn't allowed to stay here with you, or you come stay with us. I realise your holiday must have been bad and I'm sympathetic'. Harry was very aware that Ron would never say that he cared directly, but he also knew that the sentiment was there. Hermione let go and smiled up at him.
"Its really good to see you, Harry! Have you finished all you holiday homework? I was so worried about your essays without me here to help you. You didn't owl me your drafts! I kept telling you to, so I could mark them and send them back, and you kept writing me letters completely ignoring your work! We had better get inside right now and go through all your assignments. I'll help you but you really should have done them sooner! Do you know how busy you'll be, tonight? We'll be up for hours in the library!"
Harry had to cut off this rant before it got too out of control. He could see where it was going, the library had been mentioned, and soon the prospect would no longer seem unwelcome to the bushy haired girl. It was slowly morphing from a burden to a fun time for all the family. He quickly reassured her,
"Hermione! I promise I've finished all my work. I even handed in my potions essay early. They're all done, we're going to go in and have dinner and have a nice chat before I'm summoned back to that bitch's side!"
He didn't mean to bring it up this way. He really didn't! But the confused looks he received from his two friends over this sudden change in mood told Harry that he now would really have to skip dinner to explain about Draco.
He was not going to tell them about 'Cory'. Hermione would see right through it, anyway. So, with a heavy heart and the promise of answers, Harry led his best friends to his private rooms to discuss his new predicament.
Snape was panicking. It was a weird thing to witness, this controlled train wreck of emotions, standing on the platform next to his two students, waiting for the arrival of the rest of the school.
Harry was removed slightly from the group. Draco, or Cory, had pretended that nothing had happened. It was a monumental event for the brunet boy. He wasn't a virgin anymore! He was a man. A man forgotten by his 'lover', once she was done.
Draco didn't seem to notice his turmoil. Or perhaps she didn't care. She had enjoyed last night, but it was not her first time in bed with someone. Blaise had been her regular fuck buddy for about a year now. She did not, by any means, love him, but he was good. The butterflies in her stomach were because she had never thought to ask the boy if he liked girls too in his previous existence. Such things had never bothered 'Draco'. The boy she had been wanted Blaise. It was that simple. What the Italian did in his own time was of no consequences.
But wether Blaise was up for some experimentation with the differences between her two anatomies or not, Harry would be able to take the edge off. She didn't know why he was so prudish about it at first. Everyone wanted to sleep with her! But, no! That Griffyndor had to try and prove he was above everyone. She actually had to beg him to help out. It was unbelievable and it was unacceptable! He would just have to get used to being pushed around, that was all.
She knew she would be safe in her choices. Blaise was always tight-lipped about their after-dark activities. People could speculate all they wanted, as long as Blaise never confirmed it, she would still be a respected upper- class woman. Surely two would be enough? Her mother had once told her that four men was a decadence unacceptable. Narcissa had her husband for money and her bed, but also two boys of different looks and 'types' locked away in separate wings. Draco had never seen these men, but she had asked her father once why he did not keep extra women, or men, of his own. It was not appropriate. This had baffled the then boy? Not appropriate? Then why could his mother keep two! His father had explained,
"She is a Veela woman, Draco. That is somewhat different. Your mother and I are not in love, we have never been. But we are good friends. It would be seen as an insult for me to keep a lover here. It would be saying a Veela woman is not enough, which she is. But her mind is not like yours or mine. This is not a mutually exclusive arrangement for her."
Draco had looked on, even more confused. It would be inappropriate for a Veela man, or a normal wizard of either sex, to keep extra lovers? But his mother was, for some reason, allowed a certain number of them? He knew his parents were not in love, they had never pretended to be. But they complimented each other and Lucius never so much as looked at another woman.
"Draco, my son, you will understand your mother one day, I have no doubt. We will find you a Veela woman and she will be too much for you. The truth is that I do keep lovers in the manor. I keep lovers for your mother so that I may rest. She is more then enough for me and those two together, but no one man would ever be enough for her. It is biological; people cannot disapprove of a blind man not being able to see. People can not disapprove of a Veela woman having lovers."
Draco had been speculative for years, but now she understood. Last night she had nearly exploded! What would have happen to her mother when Lucius was away if those others were not locked up in there towers? She suddenly realised why her parents were allowed to share a cell in Azkaban. A ten years sentence, because of that goody too shoes Potter. She would thoroughly enjoy using him. She'd chew him up and spit him out every night and there wasn't a thing the brunet could do about it. He belonged to her.
The train approached and her godfather placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Harry was slowly moving away, inch by inch. The professor had promised to take care of Draco for the day, so Harry could run off to see his friends. It seemed, at first, a rather un-Snape thing to do, but he suspected the professor thought that Harry would run off anyway and leave the students to be eaten and his goddaughter to be attacked.
When the train pulled up and the students evacuated, Harry was once again, like every year, tackled by a flying brown blur of a hug. Hermione squealing with glee, in a manner she only exhibited after long term separation, and was followed by his red head friend's smiling face and warm greeting,
"Hello, Harry! God, we missed ya. I'm sure your holiday was an absolute nightmare! If that git did anything you, just tell me and I'll pound him for ya."
Translated out of Weasley that means, 'I'm really sorry I wasn't allowed to stay here with you, or you come stay with us. I realise your holiday must have been bad and I'm sympathetic'. Harry was very aware that Ron would never say that he cared directly, but he also knew that the sentiment was there. Hermione let go and smiled up at him.
"Its really good to see you, Harry! Have you finished all you holiday homework? I was so worried about your essays without me here to help you. You didn't owl me your drafts! I kept telling you to, so I could mark them and send them back, and you kept writing me letters completely ignoring your work! We had better get inside right now and go through all your assignments. I'll help you but you really should have done them sooner! Do you know how busy you'll be, tonight? We'll be up for hours in the library!"
Harry had to cut off this rant before it got too out of control. He could see where it was going, the library had been mentioned, and soon the prospect would no longer seem unwelcome to the bushy haired girl. It was slowly morphing from a burden to a fun time for all the family. He quickly reassured her,
"Hermione! I promise I've finished all my work. I even handed in my potions essay early. They're all done, we're going to go in and have dinner and have a nice chat before I'm summoned back to that bitch's side!"
He didn't mean to bring it up this way. He really didn't! But the confused looks he received from his two friends over this sudden change in mood told Harry that he now would really have to skip dinner to explain about Draco.
He was not going to tell them about 'Cory'. Hermione would see right through it, anyway. So, with a heavy heart and the promise of answers, Harry led his best friends to his private rooms to discuss his new predicament.
