A/n: I just wanted to say sorry again. The modem in my other computer died so I couldn't update on Friday but at least it's up Sunday! I guess it's safe to say I will update my story every Friday and if I don't then my computer died. Oh man I forgot…I won't be in the U.S. June 7th-27th so I won't be able to update then.

Anasazi: I love your stories and I love your reviews. Thanks so much for being an inspiration to me. Lol.

Queso Monkey: Hey Julia, I'll be sure to read your story soon. Thanks for the review. I can always count on you and Anasazi!

Chapter 10: "Deciphered by the Arbiter"

Helen reluctantly decided to go talk with Dumbledore. It seemed a bit unfair how she informed him of everything but he always kept her in the dark.

"NO!" someone cried from inside Dumbledore's office. A series of sobs could be heard and Dumbledore's calm voice.

"I'm sorry but your parents are dead as well. Your Aunt here will take you back to Salem."

"Damn Ministry!" Nicki wailed, "They killed my parents on purpose!"

"They were associated with Death Eaters," Dumbledore reasoned.

"I DON'T CARE! AUNT VIVIAN, TAKE ME HOME NOW!"

Helen jumped out of the way as Nicki and her Aunt charged out of the office. They were so emotional that they didn't even notice her. Dumbledore did and motioned for her to step inside and have a seat.

"Nicki's parents were killed?"

"You'll read it in Monday morning's Daily Prophet. What did you need to see me for?" Dumbledore asked with a tired look on his face.

"Just thought you'd like to know that I found out who my Via is, and it's the same person you say I should get to join our side."

"Really," he looked up in interest.

"It might also interest you to know that he did the Reawakening spell. How could he read the Eriam language?"

"Draco may have started speaking it a year ago because he is a Via," Dumbledore answered, "Now are you sure it was the reawaken spell?"

"Positive," she nodded. He got up and put his wand to his head.

"This could complicate things. Did you notice any changes in him?"

Helen blushed. "He…well…held my hand and pulled me close." She must be taking blushing lessons from Ron because her face was flaming.

"And has he been physically friendly with you in the past?"

Oh yeah, her face was turning into a lovely shade of red.

"Without meaning to."

Dumbledore nodded.

"Oh and his eyes are just blue now. No grey."

With this Dumbledore added his thoughts to his pensieve.

"Anything more?"

"We've come to an agreement to be civil with each other."

"Good, her guardian nodded, "There's no telling what powers he may have acquired. Pay close attention to the way he treats Harry and his friends."

"Why do we need Draco on our side?"

"As a Via it is now obvious that he has immense powers deep within him. Because of the spell, it has surfaced, and more than likely will show itself when he's feeling threatened or angry. We don't need Voldemort with an ally like that."

"But Alby…what could Draco possibly do? He may hate Harry but he's not a murderer!"

"Maybe not before the spell." He said simply.

"So should I let Harry know what's going on?"

"This issue on Vias and the Worset Stone is strictly your business unless Voldemort gets his hands on it, which isn't happening. Informing Harry is up to you. I would advice you don't tell Mr. Malfoy though.

"Why not tell Draco?"

"He has no reason not to tell his father or Voldemort. They'd love having your Via."

"Fine but about this whole Via/Draco thing…how will this work? How am I supposed to suddenly get closer to him?"

"Well it seems he's become more touchy feely. Seems you're doing a good enough job, making him want to be near you."

"Oh ha ha," she said dryly, "Draco…" she held out one hand, "Helen…" she held out the other, "They just don't mix. North/South, East/West, Good/Bad, Gryffindor/Slytherin. Not a match."

"I thought you liked a good challenge," Dumbledore pointed out.

"Yeah sure, give me the impossible quest."

Dumbledore patted her on the head.

"Go."

She childishly stuck her tongue out at him and left. So it was operation Get-Draco-to-notice-me. No big. If she had to do this…someone else would have to as well. Phase one would begin tomorrow. Okay well actually it would after a two week preparation period…

A/n: This is the day before her big plan (Plan day will be a very naughty day).

Helen threw down her quill in annoyance. She just couldn't understand how to do her potions homework. Where was Hermione when she needed her? Oh right…caught between Harry and Ron.

"Wow, you're actually here," Draco drawled, "Haven't seen you in the study much. You know you don't have to read those Egyptian books in your room just because you're afraid I might read them."

"It's not just because of you, and how do you know I'm still studying them?"

"I'm not thick like Weasley! I see all those owl shipments that come in; as well as those letters from your boyfriend you keep burning."

"He isn't my boyfriend anymore."

"Right, right, Paige told me all about it. Never thought he'd be the type to cheat. What a moron," Draco picked something off the floor, "Is this your quill?"

"Yeah I got mad while trying to do potions."

"When aren't you mad?"

Helen flashed him an angry look.

"I rest my case. Anyway let me see what you've got so far."

He sat next to her in the cramped chair. Draco listened to her while she explained her problem, then perused her essay.

"Here," he reached over and pointed, "Too much moonesmore weakens it, not strengthens it. And here, starlin should only have three grains added, definitely not thirteen."

"I feel stupid now."

Draco just smiled.

"Where's the smarty pants retort?" Helen asked, unable to suppress the surprise in her voice, "Where're the insults and put downs?"
"I reserve them for those who deserve it," he said, not looking at her.

What the heck did that spell do to him! Oh well…at least her plan was working.

Helen tiptoed into the girl's dorm and spotted Hermione's trunk in the corner. It Helen was going to have to catch Draco's eye then Hermione would be stirring things up as well. She spent a while shrinking all of Hermione's robes and shortening her skirts. Then she woke Hermione.

"What's going on?" Hermione yawned.

"You're going to glam it up," Helen answered, "Go get ready and put these on," she said, tossing the clothes at Hermione. Hermione frowned suspiciously at her but went to change and returned a few minutes later.

"What the hell happened to my clothes?" she demanded.

"Give them a chance! It's all part of my plan," Helen tried to explain.

"And what's the plan? To make me look like the star of some porno movie?"

"Exactly! Harry and Ron will be staring at you so much that they won't even remember that they're supposed to be fighting each other over you."

"Yeah, like that's going to work," Hermione rolled her eyes, but made no attempt to lengthen her skirt.

"So what else do you have in mind for me? I'm assuming you've got more planned."

"And you're right as usual," Helen complimented. She straightened Hermione's hair, applied mascara, eyeliner, eye-shadow, and lip-gloss. By the time she was done she was even starting to regret changing Hermione's look.

"Standing next to you is making me look ugly," Helen said pleased yet annoyed. Hermione didn't reply, as she was still staring at herself in the mirror in disbelief.

"Aww c'mon Hermione. It's not like a performed any major change on you. I just accentuated the features you already had. No magic! It's all you!"

Hermione smiled and nodded and the two of them went down to breakfast.

Draco peered into the study but Helen wasn't there. He yawned and made his way to the great hall. Why was it that ever since the spell he'd become even more infatuated with her? Why was he so bored of taunting Gryffindors (which used to be his favorite pastime)? How come other girls throwing themselves at him had become a bother and the wealth that came from being a Malfoy ceased to amuse him? Learning as much as he could about all thing ancient was consuming more time than Quidditch (which he was Captain of his team), Head boy duties, N.E.W.T. prep, and YDLF meetings (Young Dark Lord Follower). Draco was thinking thoughts he normally wouldn't and questioning things he once thought was obvious. He rounded a corner and saw some pretty girl go into the great hall. Helen was going to follow her in but he pulled her back and shut the door.

A/n: Sensuality Alert!

"Do you want something, Draco?" Helen asked, with a gleam in her eyes. Hell yeah, he wanted something! What was she doing, wearing too tight robes and too short of a skirt? And the way she said his name was enough to get his 'manhood' wanting some bang- bang action.

"I repeat…do you want something?" she asked, giving him a seductive little smile and smoothed out the creases in his robes by sliding her hand down his chest, stopping barely above his belt. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing to him which excited Draco even more.

"You sure you want to do that?" he challenged, pulling her by the waist until her hips crushed against his, so she could feel how aroused he was (clearly, Gryffindors weren't as innocent as everyone supposed). She raised her lips up to his, merely centimeters apart to say, "You tell me," before slipping from his grasp and entering the Great Hall.

A/n: Paige says I'm mean for making Helen do that to Draco. I think it's funny. Oh and I noticed this chapter isn't all that long. I'm sorry!