Draco roamed the room, pacing back and forth in front of the ash-blackened
fireplace, every now and then returning to the area by his seat to tap off
the ash that had accumulated at the end of his cigarette and down a glass
of brandy. He watched the boy as he roamed, his cold black eyes following
the small lithe form back and forth across the room, gently sipping a glass
of his patented drink every now and then, smirking slightly to himself.
"I told you Uncle Severus. I told you that you should have never even thought of letting that mudblood in!" Snape had learned well over the years to distinguish between Draco Malfoy's few moods. He knew at the moment that for all the anger that the boy tried to show, that he was in essence frustrated, and just a little bit afraid. He knew that the boy had every reason to be feeling as he was, he himself was feeling those same things.
He had given the girl an option, a choice, believing her to be trustworthy. It had been a long time since he had made a bad choice, and he inwardly groaned at the knowledge that the girl had, he had thought her trustworthy, but she was a Gryffindor, always going for what was right, and here he was, her most hated professor, and also the boy that she had hated most during her days in school. Two of the people that she hated most in her life were asking her to become one of them.
Two people who were on the side of evil for longer than either of them cared to admit. Finally Draco stopped pacing as the door flew open, and she walked in, obviously more than a little haggard. "Miss Granger, I was beginning to think you had what's that phrase? Oh yes, chickened out." He said, sneering at her, letting out some of the frustration and fear he had been feeling just moments before. She glared at him, although a faint blush had crept into her cheeks, and took the same chair that she was in before.
"Yes, well, some of us have chosen not to sit on our arse for the past seven years and actually do something with their lives." She said, glaring at him, and he smirked. It was obvious that her day had not been a good one, and he chose wisely not to provoke her further than he needed to. He did not want to be on the receiving end of Hermione Granger's anger, and Draco had a look on his face that said that he didn't want to either.
Draco had seen Hermione angry, and he knew better than to cross her. He'd already been on the receiving end of her anger more times than he'd like to have been, and rather than agitate her more, and went across the room to a small wooden cabinet. "Drink Miss Granger?" Draco asked, and she nodded.
"Tequila." He smirked at her request as Draco removed the bottle and poured her a shot glass before setting both glass and bottle on the table next to her. He watched her from behind his own glass as she downed the shot quickly and poured herself another, this one she instead chose to savor. She looked up him, and he let his gaze trail from her to Draco and back.
"I know I mentioned what you are to be doing last night, so I'll save you both from hearing the details again, however, there seems to be a small kink in our plans." He said slowly, quietly, silkily. He'd always been a master over his voice, he'd always been good with speaking slowly and quietly, forcing anyone who was listening to really listen, and not just haphazardly hear what he was saying. He had learned long ago how to capture an audience.
"What happened Uncle Severus?" Draco asked quietly, and he looked solemnly at the boy.
"It seems our contact within the government has been found out." Draco winced, and he felt sympathy for the boy. He knew what was going to happen to their informant, and he knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant, but then again, he thought, these weren't pleasant times. He focused his eyes on the girl before him, who eagerly downed another shot, as if the alcohol could help her come to terms with what she was up against.
He slowly finished his drink, still watching her as she looked questioningly between him and Draco. "Now, this means that the two of you have to find out more than you would before, you have to find out whatever you can, all of us depend on it." He said, turning his gaze inwards to the dregs left in the bottom of his glass, swirling them ever so slightly with a flick of his wrist.
END OF CHAPTER 14
A/N, I know, slow buildup. But I know EXACTLY where this is going, and I'll write the next few chapters over the week, but I'm going on a quick vacay...so don't expect anything for a week. Lake George, here I come.
"I told you Uncle Severus. I told you that you should have never even thought of letting that mudblood in!" Snape had learned well over the years to distinguish between Draco Malfoy's few moods. He knew at the moment that for all the anger that the boy tried to show, that he was in essence frustrated, and just a little bit afraid. He knew that the boy had every reason to be feeling as he was, he himself was feeling those same things.
He had given the girl an option, a choice, believing her to be trustworthy. It had been a long time since he had made a bad choice, and he inwardly groaned at the knowledge that the girl had, he had thought her trustworthy, but she was a Gryffindor, always going for what was right, and here he was, her most hated professor, and also the boy that she had hated most during her days in school. Two of the people that she hated most in her life were asking her to become one of them.
Two people who were on the side of evil for longer than either of them cared to admit. Finally Draco stopped pacing as the door flew open, and she walked in, obviously more than a little haggard. "Miss Granger, I was beginning to think you had what's that phrase? Oh yes, chickened out." He said, sneering at her, letting out some of the frustration and fear he had been feeling just moments before. She glared at him, although a faint blush had crept into her cheeks, and took the same chair that she was in before.
"Yes, well, some of us have chosen not to sit on our arse for the past seven years and actually do something with their lives." She said, glaring at him, and he smirked. It was obvious that her day had not been a good one, and he chose wisely not to provoke her further than he needed to. He did not want to be on the receiving end of Hermione Granger's anger, and Draco had a look on his face that said that he didn't want to either.
Draco had seen Hermione angry, and he knew better than to cross her. He'd already been on the receiving end of her anger more times than he'd like to have been, and rather than agitate her more, and went across the room to a small wooden cabinet. "Drink Miss Granger?" Draco asked, and she nodded.
"Tequila." He smirked at her request as Draco removed the bottle and poured her a shot glass before setting both glass and bottle on the table next to her. He watched her from behind his own glass as she downed the shot quickly and poured herself another, this one she instead chose to savor. She looked up him, and he let his gaze trail from her to Draco and back.
"I know I mentioned what you are to be doing last night, so I'll save you both from hearing the details again, however, there seems to be a small kink in our plans." He said slowly, quietly, silkily. He'd always been a master over his voice, he'd always been good with speaking slowly and quietly, forcing anyone who was listening to really listen, and not just haphazardly hear what he was saying. He had learned long ago how to capture an audience.
"What happened Uncle Severus?" Draco asked quietly, and he looked solemnly at the boy.
"It seems our contact within the government has been found out." Draco winced, and he felt sympathy for the boy. He knew what was going to happen to their informant, and he knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant, but then again, he thought, these weren't pleasant times. He focused his eyes on the girl before him, who eagerly downed another shot, as if the alcohol could help her come to terms with what she was up against.
He slowly finished his drink, still watching her as she looked questioningly between him and Draco. "Now, this means that the two of you have to find out more than you would before, you have to find out whatever you can, all of us depend on it." He said, turning his gaze inwards to the dregs left in the bottom of his glass, swirling them ever so slightly with a flick of his wrist.
END OF CHAPTER 14
A/N, I know, slow buildup. But I know EXACTLY where this is going, and I'll write the next few chapters over the week, but I'm going on a quick vacay...so don't expect anything for a week. Lake George, here I come.