A/N: I do not own anything from Harry Potter. I do own all the Daughters, Isabelle's friends, Stanacka and Joseph.
"Come in."
The three headed into Dumbledore's office, the children following a little nervously. Neither had ever been into his office before and were suspecting the worst. The old man looked up as they entered and smiled, easing some of their tension. He waved his hand towards seats in front of his desk, where their heads of house were already sitting. They sat between the heads and looked to the headmaster.
"Lemon drop anyone?" Everyone shook their head but Isabelle who leaned forward and grabbed one from the man's hand. He gave her a small nod as she popped it into her mouth. "Now, what seems to be the problem? Mister Malfoy?"
Draco shifted nervously and then got the courage to look up at the man before him. "Sorbonne and I were caught dueling on the quidditch field."
"I see. Why were you dueling, Miss Sorbonne?"
Isabelle straightened up in her seat and met the man's twinkling blue eyes. "Malfoy was bothering me and my friends at breakfast. I know how short tempered I am so I challenged him to a duel instead of hexing him in the Great Hall. I was hoping not to get detention but as you can see the plan failed miserably."
Dumbledore gave a small chuckle and nodded. "Yes it has, Miss Sorbonne. Yes it has. Do you have anything to add Professors? You were there Professor McGonagall?"
She nodded and gave a stern look to the children. "I happened to see Miss Sorbonne running out of the front doors, followed by a small group of her fellow Gryffindors. I followed her, knowing her past history, and came upon the duel just as she was about to finish off Mister Malfoy." Snape scoffed at this, which earned him a glare from McGonagall.
"There were other children there? Have you already punished them for partaking in this?" McGonagall gave another stern look to Isabelle before answering.
"It seems that Miss Sorbonne had taken all the Gryffindors' wands so as not to let them interfere. Miss Granger and Mister Weasley, whom are prefects, told me they had stayed to be certain nothing got out of hand." Snape made another noise of disgruntlement and McGonagall narrowed her eyes towards him.
"There were Slytherin onlookers as well, and they all still had their wands. I wonder why they didn't try to stop the duel. Do you have any idea Severus why one of your prefects was in the duel and the other watching?"
Snape cleared his throat and glared at Draco for the first time. "What Mister Malfoy did what stupid but obviously Miss Godwin and the rest of the Slytherins were watching to make sure nothing happened."
"And their wands? Why didn't they try to stop the duel?" Snape was about to respond with Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"I think that this is all clear cut. The two children began a duel. Miss Sorbonne made it so none of her house could interfere and Mister Malfoy, who is not a veteran in illegal dueling, did not think of it. For the rest of the students that were involved, I'll leave their punishment to the two of you." The four nodded in agreement and Dumbledore continued. "Have you decided on punishment for these two?"
"I have already given them each a month's detention and was also thinking that this should be grounds for Mister Malfoy to lose his prefectship." Draco and Snape stood up and began arguing. They were silenced by Dumbledore and sat back down.
"If Mister Malfoy was to lose his prefectship, then Miss Sorbonne must lose something also. What does she have that could be lost?"
"Her freedom? No, no. She's already in detention more than not. Hmmm....Ah, that's it!" Isabelle sighed and slumped in her chair. "Yes you know what I'm talking about, don't you? Last year at Hogwarts and I heard you made the team already." Draco had realization dawn on him just as McGonagall said it. "Quidditch. They can both be banned for the entire year and Mister Malfoy can keep his prefectship."
Snape made more sounds of disgruntlement but Dumbledore nodded. "Its settled. Neither student will be allowed to play quidditch this year and will be given a month's detention." The four nodded again and stood. "I will also be writing to Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Graves, telling them of the incident and your punishment." The two children paled and were led to the door.
"Oh and Miss Sorbonne. Please return Mister Malfoy's wand to him. He will most likely need it for his classes." The three looked to Isabelle who pulled his wand from her pocket and threw it to Draco. She sighed and led the way down the stairs, the teachers shaking their heads in disapproval and Draco fixing a permanent glare to the back of her head.
"I am very disappointed in you, Miss Sorbonne. Doing this on your birthday no less. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" McGonagall stopped in front of the painting of the Fat Lady.
"It was worth seeing Malfoy fly backwards and land on his ass. You must agree with that Professor, you saw it too. Wasn't it wonderful?"
McGonagall let a hint of a smile show before she masked it and cleared her throat. "Complete gibberish." The door swung open at the password and Isabelle walked in, a small smile on her face.
When the door shut, she was surrounded by every Gryffindor which was in the tower at the time. Various questions bombarded her and she held up a hand. She made her way to a chair and sat down. Everyone crowded in a circle around her. Alec and Dane, having no patience, spoke at once. "So what happened?"
Isabelle smiled. "Detention for a month again. Both of us." There were a few cheers and laughing but they were silenced by her continuing, a frown now on her face. "The other good news is he's banned from quidditch this year," There was louder cheering but several of her friends had a sympathetic face, knowing what was coming. "but so am I."
There were various emotions going throughout the room: pity, happiness, relief, satisfaction. The group slowly dispersed to talk in different corners of the room and she was left with her friends, old and new.
"Sorry Issy." Dawn sat on one arm of Isabelle's chair.
Jennifer sat on the other arm of the chair. "Yeah, that sucks Belle. How can they do that to you in your last year? I mean its quidditch!" They laughed at her quidditch enthusiasm that matched her brother's almost identically.
"Tough break, Belle." Dane said and Alec nodded. Something happened across the room and they ran over, their short attention spans showing.
"We're sorry too, Belle." She looked up at Hermione and the two boys.
"Thanks." She gave them a small smile.
Ron turned a slight shade of red and then cleared his throat. "So does that mean that the keeper position is open again?" Hermione and Jennifer frowned at him while Isabelle laughed and nodded.
"Yeah it is. Good luck." He nodded his gratitude and headed over to where Melina sat in a corner, followed by Harry and a scolding Jennifer.
Isabelle, who now was a pale color, stood up and thanked her friends. "I'm feeling a little sick so I'm going to go lie down."
Everyone said their byes to her and she headed up to her dorm. When she got there, she shut the door and hurriedly took off her necklace, throwing it towards her bed. She waved her hands in the air, trying to cool the burns. She walked over to a mirror and pulled down her shirt to expose the necklace shaped red marks. "Damn necklace burned me, I probably took it off just in time. Oh I feel exhausted, that stupid necklace drained me!"
She looked at the necklace lying on the floor by her bed and slowly walked over to it. She knelt and quickly tapped it, testing the temperature. Noticing it was back to normal, she picked it up. She placed it back in its box and hid it under her mattress, then laid down on her bed for a short nap.
"He WHAT!?"
Lucius Malfoy paced his office, a letter in his hand. He had just received word that his son and Isabelle had been caught dueling. He crumbled the letter up and threw it into the fire.
"How dare that son of mine hurt her?" He then stopped pacing and smirked. "Of course it was probably she who challenged him and she who won. Hm...I think its time to pay a visit to Hogwarts."
"Joseph, are you coming to dinner?" Draco stood in front of his friend's dormitory.
"Why? Do you need an escort? What about Parkinson and Godwin?" Joseph lay on his bed, a book in his hand.
"You're not still mad about the duel, are you? She challenged me, you git."
"I guess you're right." Joseph got up and started down the stairs. "Anyway, she beat you pretty badly." He began laughing and quickened his steps when he heard Draco chasing him.
They raced most of the way to the Great Hall but then stopped and walked in casually, keeping up the appearance of being better than everyone else. The two sat down and started talking with their housemates. After about twenty minutes, the dinner was served and the evening mail delivered.
One of the school owls dropped a letter to Draco and he grudgingly opened it. Joseph looked over his shoulder and read it too. "So, it looks like you get detention with McGonagall tonight. Tough break." He clapped his friend on the shoulder and watched Draco crumble it up and throw it behind him.
Joseph looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Isabelle reading a letter also. She folded it and placed it in her robe. He continued to watch her for a few minutes before noticing his friend also staring over at her. "Oh how the mighty have fallen, eh Malfoy? Two good looking, intelligent, pureblooded wizards and we both fall for a muggleborn."
"I have not fallen for the mudblood! I'm not as pathetic as you, Clairmont." Draco scowled at his friend, who just raised an eyebrow in response. "I haven't damnit!" He stood up and walked out of the hall. Crabbe and Goyle stood to chase after him but Joseph motioned them to sit back down.
"I'll go after him. You two just finish your meals and return to the dungeons when you're done." They nodded and began stuffing themselves once again. Joseph ate a few more bites of his meal and then stood and followed after his housemate.
Isabelle watched as Malfoy and then Clairmont walked out of the Great Hall. She looked to where Carmen sat at the Slytherin table and the girl gave a small shake of her head to show she had no idea what was going on either. Isabelle frowned and then looked to the two other Daughters but both showed they had no idea as well. She continued eating for a minute before she signaled to Lilian to walk over.
"Hey, long time no see!" The group greeted the Hufflepuff and she sat between Dane and Jennifer.
"I heard about the punishment. No quidditch your final year? That's so mean." Everyone nodded in agreement, even Ron who still was wishing for the keeper position.
"I guess I deserved it." Everyone gave Isabelle a weird look and she broke into a smile. "I mean I kicked Malfoy's ass pretty badly. Every good thing has its price, right?" The table broke into laughter but a few moments later Isabelle stood up. "I'm not feeling that well, I think I'll sleep until my detention."
"Oh but Issy, you're too sick to walk back by yourself. Let someone go with you." Dawn pleaded and Lilian spoke up.
"I'll walk her to the tower. I'm already done eating anyway." Everyone nodded and said their good-byes as the two left the hall. When the door closed, they looked around and then headed towards the dungeons.
"No one saw what was wrong with Malfoy? I know Carmen is sad but she can't lack in her work. What else is she good for?"
The two walked down different passageways and stairs before they heard voices. Isabelle nodded to Lilian. She gulped and hesitated.
"Lunet." Isabelle said in a voice that was much like her father's and Lilian kneeled before her.
"I'm forget my place milady." Lilian shrunk in size and Isabelle watched her scurry down the hallways towards the noises. Isabelle herself slowly made her way down, keeping to the shadows as much as was possible.
She got close enough to see that it was Malfoy and Clairmont in an old classroom talking but she couldn't make out any of their conversation. After a few minutes, she decided they were leaving soon and took a deep breath. She made her way down the hall and began softly shouting. "Laudine. Laudine! Where the hell are you? Laudine!"
She heard the voices stop and she saw Lilian scurry out of the classroom they were in. She began chasing her and shouting a little louder. "Laudine! Wait! Come back here, damnit!"
Lilian stopped and Isabelle knelt down and picked her up. She nuzzled her nose into the ball of fur in her hands. "Oh Laudine, I was looking for you! I'll get that bastard Alec for bringing you down here. You could have been eaten or worse-encountered those damned ponso Slytherins." She heard a throat clear behind her and she spun around in 'surprise'.
"What the hell are you doing down here?" She glared at the two Slytherins.
"What are we doing down here? We're the Slytherins here, mudblood, what the hell are you doing down here in the dungeons?" Draco returned her glare.
"I can go where ever the hell I want to go."
"Children, children. Enough bickering." Joseph sighed and put his hand on Draco's shoulder to calm him.
"Children? I'm older than you, you sod!" Joseph was about to respond when her hands squeaked. "Oh Laudine, I'm sorry!" She pet the small animal and the boys looked on in confusion.
"I've never seen a rat like that before." Joseph voiced their thoughts.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "That's because its a gerbil not a rat. Not all rodents are rats you know." She then swayed in her spot and shook her head to clear it. The last thing she saw was the two Slytherins looking at her in what seemed to be worry before everything went black.
Isabelle awoke and was greeted by two men arguing over something and a slight headache. She decided to stay still, not knowing the extent of her injuries, and listened to the two voices.
"We can't just leave her and hope she gets better." She recognized this voice to be Joseph Clairmont.
"And if we bring her into the hospital wing? What do you think they will assume? Two Slytherins bringing in an unconscious Gryffindor that, if its not suspicious enough, had recently been in a duel with one of them." Draco Malfoy she recognized as the other voice. She heard Joseph try to say something but Draco continued on.
"Then, if she doesn't wake up to explain what happened, or does wake up and lies about it, we could get a year's worth of detention or expelled. I don't know about you but that would cause a lot of trouble for me." Someone sat down and she suspected it was Draco.
Joseph sighed. "You've made your point but what if she's really hurt? I know I don't want that on my conscience. Look, I'll compromise with you. We do a short term memory charm and make sure she forgot all about even seeing us, then lay her on one of the beds in the hospital wing while Pomfrey isn't looking."
Isabelle heard Draco's silence and took it as him considering Joseph's idea. Shit! They can't do a memory charm on me. What the hell am I going to do? Oh screw it! She opened her eyes and saw she was in a classroom. Most likely the one the two Slytherin were talking in before. Draco was sitting on a table and running his fingers through his hair. She recognized this as a calming movement that he used while under a lot of stress. She looked over at Joseph, who was leaning against the wall and watching his friend.
Almost as if he saw her looking at him, Joseph turned his head towards her. She blinked and gave him a small smile before trying to sit up. Thankfully, nothing else hurt besides the headache which was slowly dulling. He pushed away from the wall and cleared his throat to get Draco's attention.
Draco looked up and frowned. "What?"
Isabelle answered for him. "So you're going to do a memory charm on me, huh?" Draco jumped up and spun towards her. Isabelle was sitting with her legs crossed on the table they had laid her on. She frowned. "Are either of you even any good with memory charms? I'd hate for you to erase everything."
Draco narrowed his eyes and was going to answer but was interrupted by Joseph. "Actually, I didn't think of that. Damn. Well, what would you suggest?"
"Letting me go back to my dorm to sleep and never speaking of this again? I mean we all have reputations to keep up. Of course, I wouldn't mind ruining someone's...." Draco reached for his wand but she already had her's out.
"Aren't you two smart enough to at least disarm me? I could always erase your memories. How's that sound?"
"I think that you can't get both of us before we get you." Draco sneered and Isabelle raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't it help if he had his wand out also?" She pointed to Joseph with her wand and Draco reacted, sending a spell her way. Before the spell could reach her though: "Protego". The spell rebounded off into the dark and bits of paper exploded into the air. She smirked at him through the paper raining down on the room.
Joseph sat on the table next to her and Draco glared at both of them. "So if we let you go, you would forget all of this? That's pretty good of you. Why are you being nice to a pair of Slytherins?"
"Truthfully?" She put up her wand and looked to Draco. He scowled and lowered his but didn't put it up. "Thank you." She cleared her throat and looked back to Joseph.
"Why am I being nice, you ask? As far as I know, neither of you caused me to faint. Also, I don't really want to call attention to myself so close to the duel. McGonagall has it in for me and my dueling career. So, we both go our separate ways and no one is the wiser. Deal?" She looked between the two men and settled on Joseph who was giving her an odd stare. "Something wrong with you too, now?"
He shook himself and smiled. "Sorry. Sounds like a good plan. Draco?" He looked to his fellow Slytherin who had walked over.
"Joseph, you might want to leave at least a foot between you and the mudblood. You may catch something." Joseph was caught between embarrassment and anger at what Draco had just said about her. Before Joseph could think of a way to act, Draco's mouth filled with pink soap bubbles.
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. Didn't I tell you last time you called me that, that you needed to work on your conversational skills? Calling people names isn't good manners, you know." Joseph was laughing so hard Isabelle thought he was going to fall off his table.
Draco coughed up the rest of the bubbles. "I'm glad I could be entertainment for you Joseph but if you don't mind, could you spare the rest of my pride."
"Don't worry about your pride. You have enough of it to waste for a lifetime." Isabelle said causing Joseph to continue laughing and Draco glare at her, contemplating hexes. Draco was about to raise his wand when she suddenly stood up.
Joseph quit laughing and frowned. "Where are you going?"
"Back to my common room? I suspect that dinner should be over by now and my friends may be wondering why I'm not there. Oh shit! Where's Laudine? Where's my gerbil?"
Joseph walked over to a small glass tank in the corner and took the rodent out. She bit him, causing him to drop her. She scurried over to Isabelle, who quickly picked her up and began petting her small head.
"Damn rodent. Those things can't give you any diseases, can they?" Joseph wiped the blood off onto his robe.
"Not that I know of. Sorry, she bit you. She's normally quite nice." Isabelle dumped Lilian into her pocket and smiled. "I'm going to head back now. Goodbye."
"Yeah, bye, mudblood." He stood up and turned to Joseph. "Ready to go?"
Joseph ignored Draco and walked over to Isabelle. "Would you mind if I walked you to your common room, or at least out of the dungeon? Just in case you faint again while you're on the stairs." Draco gaped at his friend and then put on a mask of disgust, after experiencing a tinge of jealousy.
Isabelle thought for a moment and then grinned at Joseph. "I would like that very much, thank you. Bye Malfoy."
Joseph opened the door for her and looked back at Draco. "Don't wait up, Mum." He shut the door just as a bookshelf came flying at him.
The two walked down the corridor and up two flights of stairs without speaking a word. Joseph, who was becoming uncomfortable, decided to start a conversation. "You're on the Gryffindor quidditch team, right? What position again?"
She laughed and he heard a tint of sadness in it. "Remember, I can't play quidditch this year. Or did Malfoy not announce my punishment to the entire Slytherin house?"
He mentally slapped himself for bringing it up but shook his head. "He didn't announce it but he did tell me. I forgot, sorry."
"Its okay." He didn't tell everyone? She remembered back to her announcement earlier in the common room and felt a bit bad. Another silence took over as they entered the main hall and started walking up more staircases.
Joseph decided to try again at starting a conversation. I need to think of a neutral subject to talk about. That's it! He cleared his throat. "We have some classes together, don't we?"
"Yeah. Arithmancy, Transfiguration and History of Magic."
"Right. So, did you finish your Transfiguration essay?"
She looked over and frowned. "I'm not letting you copy off of me. If that's why you're being nice to me, then head back."
"No, no. I didn't mean that. I was just trying to make conversation."
"Oh."
Silence surrounded them once again. Damnit! Can I never get through a civilized conversation with her? He was about to say something else when they came upon a small group of Ravenclaws. They immediately stopped talking when they saw the Gryffindor and Slytherin together. They began whispering and a few of them giggled.
Isabelle narrowed her eyes. "Better run away, little birdies, while you still can." The Ravenclaws quickly turned and ran in the opposite direction. She sighed and sat down on a nearby staircase. Joseph walked over and leaned on the wall.
"I'm sorry. Now the whole school will be talking about 'us'." She rested her head in her hands. "The exact same thing happened in fifth year. Someone saw me talking to Micah Hamilton in an old hallway and everyone assumed I was dating him. Every guy ignored me the year of the Yule Ball! Luckily, I was friends with George Weasley and he took me out of pity. Though we only danced for one song and then he left with Fred."
"I was wondering why you were sitting at a table in the corner the whole time. If you don't mind me asking, what were you and Hamilton talking about? I don't expect you talk to Slytherins very often."
She sighed. "I was paying him to put my name in the Goblet for me. It didn't even work out, either! Diggory was picked." She stood up. "I better be going before even more people see us together. The rumors will already be spreading like wildfire."
"What if its not a rumor?"
She frowned and he cleared his throat. "What I mean is, would you like to go out with me sometime? The first Hogsmeade visit shouldn't be for a few weeks but we could find something to do maybe this weekend?"
She stared at him for a full minute, causing him to become uncomfortable. She finally broke into a grin. "I'd like that," She cocked her head to the side. "but are you sure that you're willing to risk your reputation? Dating a muggleborn could really hurt your Slytherin social life."
He returned her grin. "I can live with it. How about I meet you in the main hall after breakfast on Saturday?"
"Sounds good to me. What do you want to do until then? Continue the fighting or live up to what people will be saying?"
"I think it would be more fun to give people things to talk about. Don't you?"
She leaned forward and gave him a short kiss. "I think you may be right." She smirked and walked away, up a staircase and out of sight.
He stood there for a moment and then walked back down the stairs to the dungeon, grinning the entire way.
"Hand in your essays before you leave."
Professor McGonagall stood in front of her desk collecting the parchments as they were handed to her. She watched the students' number dwindle down until only a few Slytherins and Gryffindors were left. The rest of the Gryffindors handed in their essays and she narrowed her eyes as Isabelle handed in hers.
"Its good to see you not in any trouble, Miss Sorbonne, but I'm sure you're plotting something."
Isabelle gasped in fake hurt, clutching her chest as if struck. "That hurt Professor. I would never do anything to purposely get into trouble. Really, I had hoped you thought more of me." She smirked and McGonagall continued glaring at Isabelle as she walked away. "Try not to bore holes into the back of my head, Professor."
"Sorbonne." McGonagall said in a warning tone, causing Isabelle and Dawn to begin softly laughing.
They were only a few steps out of the classroom when someone called Isabelle's name. They turned and saw Joseph Clairmont walk up. Dawn was quite surprised but Isabelle broke into a soft blush and smiled. "Hey, Clairmont. What's up?" Dawn looked at her friend as if she had grown a second head.
"I've been waiting to see you all day. Weren't we going to give people something to talk about?"
Isabelle's blush grew brighter before she cleared her throat and got a hold of her emotions. "Yes, we were."
They leaned forward and their lips connected, sending gasps, giggles and dropped books to fill the hallway. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his own around her waist. They continued to kiss, eventually adding their tongues into the kiss, just as they heard a very loud and distinct throat clearing. They pulled away from each other to see Professor McGonagall standing there, blocking the view for some first years.
"I knew you couldn't stay out of trouble for long, Sorbonne." McGonagall said, shaking her head in disapproval.
"Oh? Is there something wrong with inter-house relationships, Professor?" Isabelle asked this as innocently as possible, causing McGonagall to continue her glare from earlier.
"You know perfectly well that inter-house relationships are encouraged but not such a...explicit show of affection. Especially, in the hallways!"
"So sorry, Professor. We'll remember to get a room next time." Joseph fought to keep a smile off his face as he spoke.
Professor McGonagall looked flushed, whether from anger or embarrassment they didn't know. She tried to speak twice, then turned and walked back into her classroom, slamming the door behind her. The couple broke into smiles and the hallway filled with murmurs. People began running in different directions to spread the news about what they had just witnessed.
Isabelle turned to Dawn who was grinning. "I have a feeling this is going to be a memorable final year. Whether or not, this is the guy I would have chosen for you. Now, Clairmont, I must steal her away to interrogate. If you don't mind." Dawn dragged Isabelle down the hall.
Joseph waved and called out. "See you at lunch!" He watched them disappear down a set of stairs and finally noticed the looks he was being given by the Slytherins. He cleared his throat and regained his neutral composure before heading down the stairs to his next class.
"CLAIRMONT!"
The voice echoed throughout the Slytherin common room. Everyone looked up, startled, at the enraged Draco Malfoy who had just walked in. Joseph looked up from the book he was reading near the fire, his face expressionless. Draco walked over and stopped right in front of where he was sitting.
"LEAVE US! NOW!" The room dispersed, some through the stone exit and others up to their dorms. The room was cleared in a matter of moments, some elder students taking longer than the younger.
"Hello, Dra..." Joseph began but was interrupted.
"Don't you do that. Don't act like everything is fine. You're a disgrace, a pathetic mudbloodlover!"
Joseph's neutral facade began to strain but he didn't give in. "You heard about Isabelle and me then?"
"How could you? A mudblood? A Gryffindor mudblood at that! Its utterly disgusting!" Draco's face was contorted in anger and revulsion.
Joseph, who was fighting to hide his own anger, suddenly broke into a smile. This completely threw Draco and caused him to temporarily halt his rant. "Can I ask you a question? Is it me going out with a muggleborn that angers you...or is it the fact that I got to her first?"
Draco automatically responded. "You going out with the mudblood, of course!" But after he spoke, Joseph could see the thoughts and confusion run through his mind and then Draco turned, without a word, and left the common room.
"Poor git. He probably going to be depressed for a while," He sighed and heard the beginnings of the students leaving their rooms. "I guess I'm going to the library." He stood up and left just as Slytherins began trickling down the stairs.
"Hello, Miss Sorbonne. Please take a seat." Isabelle noticed that Draco was already sitting on one side of the room, slouched in his seat. She took a seat on the opposite side of the room and McGonagall stood up.
"Since you two like dueling so much, tonight you will be going through the entrants to this year's dueling tournament. You will match students with others in their own year and similar abilities by what they say on their forms. I will be looking through who you pair up, so don't try anything funny. Whenever you are done, you will set the parchments on my desk and then come to dinner. Understood?" She gave stern looks to the two students.
"Yes." Isabelle nodded and McGonagall looked over to Draco.
"Mister Malfoy?"
"Understood." He sat up as McGonagall set a pile of parchments in front of him, along with a quill and ink, then doing the same for Isabelle.
"Behave, you two or you shall have double what punishment you already have. Oh and for precautions, I shall be confiscating your wands." She took their wands, then turned and walked out of the room.
"Ugh, this is going to take forever!" Isabelle whined but began spreading the forms out along the table. She categorized them by house and then put them in piles for each year, which seemed to be only third year and up.
She picked up the third year stack, spread out the forms and began reading. After matching up three pairs, she looked over at Draco, who hadn't moved except to yawn. She ignored him until she was in the fifth years and noticed he still hadn't moved.
"You know, you can't leave until you're done. She will keep you overnight and without meals, so you might as well start on them."
He looked over to her and glared, refusing her any other response. Furious by his actions she reached for her wand, but found an empty pocket. She cursed under her breath and continued with her work. When she made it into the sixth years forms she got a hold on her temper and tried for conversation again.
"I'm sorry for beating you in the duel. I should have known you weren't as experienced as me."
"What! I am twice as good as any mudblood! You just had a lucky stroke, that's all." He crossed his arms and huffed, almost as if he was a child.
"Okay, okay. You're a great duelist, and so much better than me, really!"
"Don't taunt me, you cow!" His face was beginning to redden and he stood up.
"Woohoo, that hurt! Now that you're not comatose anymore, you can start on the forms. You have a lot to do, you know."
"I will not. This is not a Malfoy's duty. Its work for servants, like you." He smirked.
Isabelle frowned. "I'm going to forget you said that. Look, this is actually a great chance. Think of it this way. You're finding out the skill level of most of the duelists in the school. You're going to know they're weaknesses and strengths." She was now smiling evilly and Draco seemed to be contemplating it. "Take him for example: Terry Boot. You would think him a great duelist, the way he is. Actually, he's weak in Charms and high in History of Magic. How well do you think he'll be at dueling?"
Draco considered this and turned to the forms in front of him. "Thanks Sorbonne." She smiled to herself and continued with the forms.
When Isabelle was finished, she restacked the forms and put them on the professor's desk. She stifled a yawn, put her arms into the air and stretched. When she put her arms down, she noticed that Draco was looking at her. He continued staring, his face blank, until a sound was heard in the hallway.
He looked back to the forms just as Joseph walked in. He came in smiling, but then noticed Draco and his smile wilted. "Um Isabelle, are you done with your detention, yet? I was going to escort you to dinner."
Isabelle smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you have good timing. I just finished. Come on, I'm starving!" As she walked out, she felt Draco's gaze follow her the entire way.
"Immortal." A voice whispered, causing the stone wall to fall inward, creating steps down into the dark. As the cloaked figure stepped off the stairs, the stones lifted back up, into their usual placement. The figure walked down the long passage towards the dim light of a torch, which was illuminating a wooden door. The figure approached the door and after a moment of hesitation, opened it.
The room was huge. On one end of the room sat a long table, lined with chairs and covered with dozens of platters of food. In the far corner was a reading niche with several full bookcases, lots of lamps and a huge mattress set on the floor. On the left of the doorway was a roaring fire and a huge semicircle couch, upon which, three girls were lounging, each dressed in blue and silver robes.
They looked up as the figure walked in and stood to greet her. She lowered the hood of her cloak and gave her fellow Daughters a warm smile. "Hello everyone. You didn't wait on me before starting the feast did you?"
"Of course we waited for you. Come on, let's eat Luna." Phoebe raced Selene to the table and Lunet knelt before Luna.
"Milady. How are you this festive evening?"
Luna grinned. "Very well, thank you Lunet. But let us forget formalities tonight, for it tis the Moon of the Wolf. We mustn't forego homage to such a moon, so let us feast! To a new school year and to Lord Voldemort!" Lunet smiled and stood as the other two cheered.
"Here, here." A tender voice said from the doorway. They all spun to see Lucius Malfoy standing there, dressed in the same blue and silver.
Luna's face immediately softened on sight of the intruder and, without a word, led him into a side room. She barely had time to shut the door and lock it before the two were all over each other. They were halfway undressed and lying on the small bed when Luna came to her senses and pushed away from him. Lucius ended up on the floor, looking up at her in anger.
"What the hell was that for? Are you insane?" He stood and walked over to where she sat on the bed, his face twisted in anger and hurt. She just sat there, unfazed by his emotions or the possibility of being hit. "Well, are you going to answer me? Isabelle!"
Isabelle leaned forward and began kissing his stomach, then slowly made her way up his chest and then to his lips. When their lips met, his anger melted away and they wound their arms around each other.
Pulling apart from each other, he noticed that she was crying. He picked her up and sat down on the bed, with her in his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. "What's wrong, Isabelle?"
"I want to be with you, I do, but our lord has forbidden it. It can never be...so why even try?" His body grew rigid under her and she began sobbing into his hair.
"Okay." He whispered in her ear and held her until she stopped crying. Afterwards, the two laid down together on the bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
"So why are you here anyway?" The two were still laying in the bed and after a few hour nap, had begun talking.
"I received a letter from the school about Draco and you dueling. What was it about?"
Isabelle shifted in his arms and snuggled her head closer to him. "He was bugging me on my birthday. I challenged him and would have won too, if that damned McGonagall hadn't interfered. I was so close too!"
Lucius laughed and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't doubt it. My son must have been horrified to be beaten by a mudblood!" Isabelle pinched him. "Ow! What was that for?"
"Don't call me that. You know perfectly well that I'm a pure-blood. I get called a mudblood enough from your son!"
He laughed again. "Okay, okay."
With a smirk on her face, Isabelle crawled out from his arms and stared down at his practically naked body. She traced her finger along his chest and then began trailing it down his stomach but he grabbed it before she could go any lower. "What do you think you're doing Isabelle? You're the one who said we should stop."
Isabelle smiled and leaned down as if to kiss him but stopped with her lips over his. "We might as well fool around one last time, right?" The two grinned and were, once again, all over each other.