"He's basically going to break into the other common rooms-tonight-and kill all the Muggle-borns he can find. It's like an initiation thing...if he does it, he gets his Mark." Lily explained breathlessly.
"And you can bet Mummy and Daddy..." Alexa added with a growl.
"...are super proud." Lucy finished angrily.
"Well, we can stop him. I'll set all of you into place and Draco will fall right into our trap." Dumbledore concluded.
"Don't you think Lucius has worked around that?" Lucy said.
"The only thing your brother knows it that you hate him." His voice dropped. "Which has become quite useful for Severus. You and he are not together now, and Lucius has welcomed him with open arms. The fool is under the impression that he and Severus are the best of friends, two birds of a feather."
Lucy took this in with a slight smirk.
"So he thinks I'm a Death Eater or no?"
"Not since the Cup, I'm afraid. And most of his friends are not fooled either."
Lucy cursed. So she had walked around half-naked for nothing.
"So what's the plan?" Alexa broke in.
"Simple. We keep him from reaching any of the common rooms."
"What if he has reinforcements?" Lily added.
"Now you're thinking like an Angel." Dumbledore smiled. "We'll post one of you in the Slytherin common room..."
"No way am I going in there." Lily said nervously.
"Yeah, not my thing either." Alexa said.
"I'll do it." Lucy said a little too eagerly. All three of them looked at her. Dumbledore winked.
"What?" But she couldn't hide her smile.
~*~
Late that night Lucy said waiting in an emerald-green armchair. Her fake French manicure tapped nervously on the edge as she looked around. Suddenly she heard a creak on the stairs.
She knew it was wise not to turn until she heard his voice, so she didn't When she heard him murmuring instructions to Crabbe and Goyle, she stood, pitching her hair over her shoulder. She stood tall and slim, wearing a short midnight black dress made of velvet. It was low in front and cut in a diamond hem, with the side slits beginning dangerously midway up her creamy thighs and ending near her knees. Her little black satin stilettos clicked together as she threw out her chest and strode forward.
"Ah, hello, Draco." She smiled ruefully, as she thought a Malfoy should.
"D-Do I know you?" He said stupidly.
"Sure you do, sweetie! Aunt Lucy, remember?"
His dumbfounded smile vanished. "Ah, yes, Father told me about you." He started to walk past her.
"Did he tell you I could do this?" She dared in a panic, and licked his cheek slowly.
Draco chose to ignore this, wiping himself off. "He told me you used to go out with Professor Snape."
"Ah, well...yes, that, well..."
"Did you? Are you still going out? Do you-" The questions were endless, childish curiosities.
Finally Lucy managed to shut him up by telling him his "little girlfriend" Pansy was waiting for him outside. She began to hope Lily was ready at the Gryffindor common room, as that was probably where he was headed first.
She instead walked up to a heavy set of dark oak double doors and let herself in.
She found him leaning over his desk, staring at a few stacks of papers. Even from behind he looked half-asleep. Lucy smiled as she approached him quietly, and felt the familiar little twitch of surprise when her hands touched his shoulders.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he turned around, but his voice wasn't angry. She brushed a piece of blonde hair out of her face and smiled down at him.
"I-umm-I wanted to see you."
"Not much to see?" He asked sadly.
"A sight for sore eyes." She replied, and her voice thickened.
He took her hand in his own slowly and ran his coarse, larger fingers over the diamond on one finger. "I can't believe you still wear this old thing."
"I like it. You paid a lot for it." She gazed at it herself, as if seeing it in a new light.
"I paid more for your engagement ring."
"I like both of them." She mused painfully.
He stood up as she watched him and moved his hands slowly down her sides, barely touching flesh or velvet.
"You're still a beauty." He said softly.
"You're still you." She said with a gentle smile, lifting his head with a finger.
"I'm afraid I'm no longer the man you once loved."
She moved closer to him. "Then why do I still love you?"
In the silent darkness their lips met, very slowly, like in a movie's first kiss scene. Both a little scared, it went no further than this and ended after a short while.
"Do you mind if I stay the night here?"
An agreeing nod was all he could manage.
"And you can bet Mummy and Daddy..." Alexa added with a growl.
"...are super proud." Lucy finished angrily.
"Well, we can stop him. I'll set all of you into place and Draco will fall right into our trap." Dumbledore concluded.
"Don't you think Lucius has worked around that?" Lucy said.
"The only thing your brother knows it that you hate him." His voice dropped. "Which has become quite useful for Severus. You and he are not together now, and Lucius has welcomed him with open arms. The fool is under the impression that he and Severus are the best of friends, two birds of a feather."
Lucy took this in with a slight smirk.
"So he thinks I'm a Death Eater or no?"
"Not since the Cup, I'm afraid. And most of his friends are not fooled either."
Lucy cursed. So she had walked around half-naked for nothing.
"So what's the plan?" Alexa broke in.
"Simple. We keep him from reaching any of the common rooms."
"What if he has reinforcements?" Lily added.
"Now you're thinking like an Angel." Dumbledore smiled. "We'll post one of you in the Slytherin common room..."
"No way am I going in there." Lily said nervously.
"Yeah, not my thing either." Alexa said.
"I'll do it." Lucy said a little too eagerly. All three of them looked at her. Dumbledore winked.
"What?" But she couldn't hide her smile.
~*~
Late that night Lucy said waiting in an emerald-green armchair. Her fake French manicure tapped nervously on the edge as she looked around. Suddenly she heard a creak on the stairs.
She knew it was wise not to turn until she heard his voice, so she didn't When she heard him murmuring instructions to Crabbe and Goyle, she stood, pitching her hair over her shoulder. She stood tall and slim, wearing a short midnight black dress made of velvet. It was low in front and cut in a diamond hem, with the side slits beginning dangerously midway up her creamy thighs and ending near her knees. Her little black satin stilettos clicked together as she threw out her chest and strode forward.
"Ah, hello, Draco." She smiled ruefully, as she thought a Malfoy should.
"D-Do I know you?" He said stupidly.
"Sure you do, sweetie! Aunt Lucy, remember?"
His dumbfounded smile vanished. "Ah, yes, Father told me about you." He started to walk past her.
"Did he tell you I could do this?" She dared in a panic, and licked his cheek slowly.
Draco chose to ignore this, wiping himself off. "He told me you used to go out with Professor Snape."
"Ah, well...yes, that, well..."
"Did you? Are you still going out? Do you-" The questions were endless, childish curiosities.
Finally Lucy managed to shut him up by telling him his "little girlfriend" Pansy was waiting for him outside. She began to hope Lily was ready at the Gryffindor common room, as that was probably where he was headed first.
She instead walked up to a heavy set of dark oak double doors and let herself in.
She found him leaning over his desk, staring at a few stacks of papers. Even from behind he looked half-asleep. Lucy smiled as she approached him quietly, and felt the familiar little twitch of surprise when her hands touched his shoulders.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he turned around, but his voice wasn't angry. She brushed a piece of blonde hair out of her face and smiled down at him.
"I-umm-I wanted to see you."
"Not much to see?" He asked sadly.
"A sight for sore eyes." She replied, and her voice thickened.
He took her hand in his own slowly and ran his coarse, larger fingers over the diamond on one finger. "I can't believe you still wear this old thing."
"I like it. You paid a lot for it." She gazed at it herself, as if seeing it in a new light.
"I paid more for your engagement ring."
"I like both of them." She mused painfully.
He stood up as she watched him and moved his hands slowly down her sides, barely touching flesh or velvet.
"You're still a beauty." He said softly.
"You're still you." She said with a gentle smile, lifting his head with a finger.
"I'm afraid I'm no longer the man you once loved."
She moved closer to him. "Then why do I still love you?"
In the silent darkness their lips met, very slowly, like in a movie's first kiss scene. Both a little scared, it went no further than this and ended after a short while.
"Do you mind if I stay the night here?"
An agreeing nod was all he could manage.
