A Secret Revealed

Lana walked into her room, where she threw her bags down in a corner. She then began picking up all the clothes that had been lying on her floor since she moved in. She threw them into her closet, where they would be cleaned and hung up.

Draco watched all of this from the hallway, peering through the crack in her door. He noticed her balcony and decided to come back and pay her a visit sometime. She intrigued him. It was not many girls, or people, who would hex him. He watched as she walked over to a strange square thing sitting on her desk. She hit a button and the thing made a noise and the screen turned colors. Draco jumped back and decided that it was time to go. He walked quietly back toward the floo powder room.

He arrived at his house in time to see his father apparate. He looked around for his mother and finally found her in the library.

"Mother, what are you doing in the library?"

She looked up and stared at him, she didn't appear to recognize him at all. Just when Draco was about to reiterate his question she responded.

"Oh nothing, how was your date with that American girl?"

"Fine," DRACO sat down in the chair opposite his mother.

"You need to be good to her and try to get along," she seemed to be more alert as she sat up and looked directly at him. "I am serious do not mess this up!"

"Why is it so important?"

"Nothing it's just good for you to have more friends," she looked away, staring around the room.

Draco watched her, she never does this unless she is lying. But why would she lie about this, unless there is something I don't know about the Jennings.

"Tell me the truth mother."

"What are you talking about. I am being honest," yet even as she said that she continued to look everywhere but at Draco.

"I want to know why it is so important for me to impress this girl," Draco sat up and looked directly at his mother. "Tell me now!"

"Darling you have to trust your father and me," she smiled at him. "We're doing everything for your own good."

"Bullocks, nothing you've ever done has been for my own good. You are selfish and self-centered while Father is too wrapped up in his dealings with the Dark Lord. Anything the two of you do is to benefit yourselves alone."

"You can leave now!"

Draco turned and wandered up in the direction of his room. Along the way he was stopped by a servant who gestured to follow. Draco followed after looking around the hall, turned and followed the servant. They walked until they came to a picture that had a tree swaying. They pressed the center of the tree and a door appeared they entered and sat down in a round room. It was a large enough for two people to sit down knee to knee, with no room between them.

"Well what have you found out," Draco demanded.

"They're up to something," the man peered out from under his shaggy hair. He had a huge nose and squinty eyes; his face was covered in pockmarks. He jiggled his hands as he spoke.

"If that is all you know then why did you drag me here?"

"I know more."

"Well then tell me!"

"Your parents are not as wealthy as they once were. Nothing for you to worry about and they're still rich as sin but they have slowly been losing money. What with your father being accused of working with He Who Must Not Be Named and your mother spending money like there is no tomorrow, it is a wonder you have any money left at all," he paused and licked his lips before continuing. "Rumor has it that this family from America is rich. Richer then your family, maybe richer then the Royal Family! Your parents want you to befriend the daughter so they'll have a chance to spend more time with that family. They hope that they can bring the Americans over to the Dark Lord and then they will be rewarded."

"That is the worst plan I have ever heard," Malfoy shook his head. "There has got to be more then that, you need to keep searching!"

"Meanwhile you might want to start sucking up to that girl, in case this is true," the servant smiled. "Wouldn't want to run out of money, would you?"

Draco stepped out of the hiding space and grabbed the servant. He brought the servants face close to his own.

"Never tell me what to do! Never! If you ever treat me with such disrespect again I will kill you in the slowest and most painful way I can find," Draco smiled and dropped the servant to the floor. "Now run along, you wouldn't want to b fired would you?"

There is something wrong with this, Draco thought as he walked to his room. My parents, out of money? It's not possible, there has to be something else, some other reason the Jennings are important to them. But what?

Lana stumbled downstairs to find her parents sitting in the dining room eating breakfast. She stopped and stared.

"What are you two doing up? Mom are you eating food?"

"Lana, dear, how nice of you to join us," Lana's father smiled and motioned to a chair. "Come sit down and eat with us. Shaila! Could you bring Lana some food."

"Well darling you must have made quite a good impression on that Malfoy boy," Lana's mother smiled and took a bite of her grapefruit.

"Yeah a made an impression. I wouldn't say good but..." Lana thanked Shaila as she set a plate of pancakes down in front of Lana.

"Well he must disagree. He already called back and set up a date for this afternoon," Lana's parents grinned at each other. " Isn't that wonderful darling! A second date so soon!"

"What!" Lana's fork hit the floor and clattered. "Did you tell him no?"

"Of course not!" Lana's mother pressed a button carved into the table and a servant appeared to bring Lana a new fork. "Darling, how many times do I have to tell you that this is for our families good that the Malfoys are taking interest in us and becoming our frie- now where are you going young lady?"

"To my room!" Lana stomped out the door.

"Well wake your brother dear and tell him that we made plans for him to come to dinner with us tonight! Honey, why don't you stop her when she leaves like that. It's very rude. You didn't say anything the whole time I was talking."

"You seemed to have everything under control," Lana's father pulled his paper closer to his face and took another sip of his coffee.

"Honestly dear, you really should –"

Lana walked into Charlie's room and lay down on the bed next to him. Staring up at the ceiling she tried to figure it all out. Lets see I go out with him and my parents get to be friends with this rich-ass family, but some horny teenage boy molests me. Or I don't and my parents cut me off and I never see the inside of a Pimkies again. So I'm going out with him, don't wanna! Have to for money and shopping! Now that that is decided I need an angle; some way to play this so my parents get what they want and I don't have a kid before I'm 17. I could be distant, nah then he'll tell his parents I'm a bitch and then my parents will kill me and it'll be all ugly and shit.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Charlie rolled over and stared at Lana.

"Planning my date with Malfoy," Lana continued to stare at the ceiling.

"What happened I thought you hated the guy?"

"Mom's social agenda happened. Turns out the Malfoys are the Jones's. Everyone wants to keep up with them." (A/n: for the uneducated world this is a reference to "keeping up with the Jones's." The Jones's are that family that is always the best at everything.)

"Wow, that sucks," Lana pulled Charlie's blanket up over her. "What's your plan?"

"Well I have to go, or I may be cut off. So I need to make it so Malfoy doesn't go home an tell his parents I'm a heinous bitch and so I don't lose my virginity without enjoying it."

"Ugh! That's just what a big brother wants to hear early in the morning," Charlie rolled around trying to pull his ears off.

"It's about noon you slug, nothing early about it," she slapped Charlie playfully laughing before becoming serious once more. "Now help me come up with an angle."

"Well," Charlie sat up and thought. "Do you want to make him pay?"

"Like the Trojan's did!"

"Then make the bastard fall in love with you."

Lana sat up and opened her eyes wide. She then turned to Charlie and gave him a huge kiss.

"You are the quintessence of brilliance! Einstein is nothing next to you, Plato is a mere mortal compared to your brilliant brain!" Lana hugged him tight.

"What the fuck is up with all this literature and history?"

"I don't know, and I don't care! This is so... some movie I can't remember. Oh my god! It's like I'm in a teen movie! Score," Lana stood up and jumped up and down. "This is amazing."

"Stop jumping on my bed, it is too early in the goddamn morning!" Charlie clutched his stomach and looked a little sick so Lana stopped. "What are you going to wear?"

"Clothes! Charlie, you have to help me pick out an outfit that is both a woman of the night and a woman of class and cash!"

"Let's go."

Charlie and Lana searched through Lana's closet for hours. Charlie eventually lied down on the floor and ate popcorn, criticizing each and every outfit she modeled. Except for one. It consisted of a short purple skirt with black checks. Very short, with knee high black boots and a long-sleeved low cut black blouse, transparent. Under the blouse she whore a black La Perle corset.

"You look amazingly sexy," Charlie stared at Lana. "Your boobs are huge!"

"Thanks, so do you think he'll be attracted?" Lana spun in a small circle.

"Honey, if he's not attracted he has to be gay. You're smoking hot!"

"Thanks, what time is it?"

"About 4 o'clock. What time is the romantic date?" Charlie stood up and stretched.

"Shut up, romantic date my ass," Lana studied herself in the mirror. "It's at 5:30ish. I'm not quite sure. I'm going to be late though."
"Is he picking you up?"

"Yeah, will you be sure to open the door?"

"Yeah, why?"

Lana walked over and stood in front of Charlie. "So you can tell him that your poor little sister was so devastated that he could be so mean," Lana pouted her mouth and blinked as if holding in tears. "And that she is so looking forward to this chance to hopefully make-out I mean make-up with Draco." Lana curled her mouth into a devilish grin and wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck.

"So that's what you want me to tell him?" Lana nodded. "That works fine. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"And what wouldn't you do player?" Charlie spun Lana around the room.

"Nothing, but you should be better, your an innocent!"

"That's what you think," Lana squealed and Charlie stopped.

"Oh and what have you done?"

Lana winked in reply and tried to pull away; Charlie lifted her up and held her as she kicked and screamed.

"Put me down you American oaf!"

"Not until you tell me what you've done! Where has your innocence gone?"

"Nowhere, I haven't done anything! Stop it," Lana struggled until Charlie set her down.

"That's better, my lil' sis better still be a lil' girl!"

"You're a jerk you know that!"

"But everybody loves me," Charlie left the room. Leaving Lana to finish preparing for the date from a movie.

At exactly 5:31:07 Draco knocked on the door to the Jennings' mansion. At 5:31:08 Charlie opened the door and ushered Draco into the sitting room. At 5:45:09 Charlie left to go find Lana; leaving Draco sitting and wondering what the hell had happened.

Yesterday she hated me? Like she was seriously going to kick my ass. Is she really in to me? Well who wouldn't be? I mean come on now, it is Draco Malfoy we're talking about. No girl in England has turned me down yet. This American chick is not about to be the one who ruins my perfect record. There she comes.

Lana walked into the room and stood in the doorway. She looked at the ground.

All right now, slowly look up, through your eyelashes and smile, a little sweeter that's good.

Wow she looks like puss in boots, or maybe pussy. Haha, I am a funny man.

"Wow, you look really nice."

Nice, you know you want to fuck me Draco, just admit it! Raise head and look him in the eyes.

"Just nice I spent a lot of time on this outfit?"

Well it would take me like three seconds to take you out of it, plus about an hour to make you beg me to take you out of it.

"You look better then nice. You look amazing," Draco stood and walked toward her.

Now lean on the doorway and rest your head, look up at him. Make him feel tall.

"You are so sweet, you know that?"

Yeah I know that.

"You're too kind. Shall we go?"

Damn him. Stand up, spin. Look back flip hair.

"Ready when you are."

The hair flip, very sexy!

"Then let's go," they walk to the door.

At the restaurant they sat down and ordered. Spaghetti for Draco and a salad for Lana.

"Don't you want anything more then a salad Lana?" Draco asked as the waiter walked away.

"Oh no. I'm not hungry. Thanks for being so concerned thought," Lana smiled and stared off into the distance.

"What are you looking at?" Draco glanced over at where she was looking.

"Huh? Oh sorry I was thinking," Lana looked back at Draco and began to fiddle with her napkin.

"About what?"

Think Lana, you can't tell him you were thinking of the best way to make him fall for you.

"You," Lana grinned. "And why you were so mean to Hermione."

"What about that?"

'I just want to know why, I mean she is really sweet."

"She's muggle-born," Draco looked down.

"So, she's a witch."

"Yes, but her parents aren't."

"That's not her fault. She herself is a witch so you should respect her for that," Draco looked up at her. "From what I've heard she is very powerful."

Draco paused as their tables filled with their orders, he waited and a fork popped up through the table.

"Yes, but her parents and grandparents are muggles, they're taking over our world."

"That is such bullshit. She is a witch, and she goes to Hogworts, what her parents are should have nothing to do with it," she took a bite of her salad. "I mean, Harry Potter is half muggle. No one calls him a mudblood."

"That is because the golden child is all mighty and no one dares mess with him," Draco sneered.

"Yeah, he sounds like a major prick."

Draco's head jerked up. What, she thinks he's a prick? But she was with Hermione and Ron yesterday. Is she lying? But she has no reason to lie.

"I thought you and Hermione were friends?"

"We are, and I like the Weasley boys. But I think to be as famous as Potter it must have gone to his head," Lana took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. "I mean, I know that if I was that famous and 'the boy who lived' I would be pompous and self-assured, seriously you're the goddamn person who got rid of the V-man."

"The V-man?"

"That's what we called him in America, he's not as big a deal over there. We're concerned and all but you know, we don't really care. Like with the Germans in World War 2."

"Oh."

"Of course we should because as you know we came in really late and could have lost WW2 so we should try and get involved now," Lana smiled and continued chatting. "Actually I was involved in a program to get teens to pay attention. I got arrested."

"Really, for what?"

"A protest, we magicked ourselves to House of Wizards walls and refused to go for three days. No food or anything," Lana took another bite of salad. "Our magic is stronger over there so it took like 12 officials to get us off."

"Wicked," Draco finished his spaghetti. "Weren't your parents upset?"

"Are you kidding me, the were so fucking mad! That's partly why we moved here!"

"What's the other part?"

"Just this and that. What do you feel about Potter?"

"He's a egotistical jerk," Draco's mouth turned down into a frown. "I hate him more then anything."

"That sucks. But I can imagine that he would be. Probably big headed too."

"Yes."

"That sucks, why can't the guys who are famous ever be sweet," Lana finished her salad and pushed it away. The plate disappeared into the table. She sighed. "Oh well."

"Yeah, so what did you think of this place?"

"I think it's amazing," Lana smiled coyly. Dammit girl, you got distracted with your tales of bravery. Now seduce the mother fucker and get it over with. "Do you want to dance."
Draco looked around at the dancers on the floor. The lighting was dark and the music was slow. Perfect, no one could resist my charm, even this American witch.

"Aren't I supposed to ask you that?"

"Oh, a little male ego," Lana winked. "Well then I guess you better ask me before I find someone else."

"Well then," Draco stood and bowed to Lana. "Would you care to dance?"

Taking Draco's offered hand Lana stood. "I would love to."

They walked to the dance for, both aware of the fact that they were each playing a game of seduction. Both eager to continue.

All right, you know how to do this. You're a sex goddess, famous for your dancing. The number of guys you turned on by shaking you ass would be in the billions.

Nothing to worry about Malfoy. Of course not, I am a Malfoy, we are The Malfoy's of England. There has never been anyone to turn me down.

Malfoy spun Lana around and pulled her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. Malfoy moved his hands to the small of her back. One hand slid up her side and slowly rubbed her arm; she shivered. He grinned. She smiled too; he's mine now; She's mine now. Lana moved her self closer, rubbing her pelvis across him to the rhythm of the music, he responded immediately. She took her hand and began to play with his platinum hair. He retaliated by taking his hands and moving them down to curve around her bottom. He pulled her even closer to him; she wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck. They swayed to the music, back and forth.

Lana felt dizzy, no guy had ever had this effect on her. She was the ice princess; she could lead a guy on even hook up with them and the next second drop him. However she had a feeling that if she didn't get away from Draco now she would not be able to get away, ever.

Malfoy felt himself rise, he knew that Lana was hot and he knew that if had his way she would be in the backroom in a minute or two. Malfoy tilted Lana's head up and brought his head down to hers. Slowly they connected; Malfoy caressed Lana's lips, kissing then breaking all contact for seconds at a time. He was teasing her and she knew it. She didn't care; she wanted him so bad. She cut through the space and kissed him hard, the heat of the kiss caused her to part her mouth to breathe deeper. He took advantage of the opening to slip his tongue in her mouth. He explored the inside of her mouth, snake-like; he twined his tongue around hers. She gently closed her mouth over his tongue and sucked, Draco moaned silently. Lana moved the tongue tango into his mouth, it was his turn to explore and taste. They had stopped dancing, as the kiss grew more passionate. As the haze dimmed they noticed the music had stopped and they were standing in the corner of the restaurant, almost completely in the dark. They pulled apart, breathing heavily. Lana smiled slowly up at him.

"Hi," Lana blinked lazily.

"Hello," Draco took a step back and looked Lana up and down. "Perhaps we should continue this elsewhere?"

"Perhaps we should," Lana linked hands with Draco as they walked back to their table.
"Bill," Draco commanded, and amount appeared on the table, he dropped a few coins on the table and they left. "Where shall we go?"

"That depends, how late is it?" Lana looked around for a clock.

"It's almost 9," Draco pulled his shirt back over his gold watch.

"I should get home then."

"But it is so early," Draco was momentarily in shock. What is wrong with this girl, does she actually think I believe that a 17-year-old would not be allowed out past 9?

"Yeah, but the sooner I get home the more my parents will love you. Then that's the hour or so I can stay out next time I'm out with you," Lana smiled and rolled her shoulders back, accenting her curves.

Just because Draco knew what she was doing did not mean he didn't look. In fact he stared, his eyes roving over her body, stopping and staring at her breasts, as if her shirt had disappeared. Not that the shirt left much to the imagination.

They walked, hand in hand to the nearest floo station. Back at Lana's house they shared one last kiss. Lana's breath was ragged when she finally pulled away.

"Bye Draco."

"So long Lana," Draco smiled and shook his hair out of the way. "My friend is throwing a party tomorrow, will you go with me?"

"Sure," Lana smiled. "Pick me up?"

"At 9."

"See you then."

"Bye"

Draco disappeared, consumed by the blue flames.

Lana danced her way up to her room and danced her way into her room. Much to the amusement of Charlie, who lay on her bed waiting for her return.

"That good of a night?"

"Holy shit Charlie! Why do people insist on scaring me!" Lana stopped dancing. "Yes it was a good night, I think this plan will work."

"Oh it's not the plan I'm worried about. That smile is not a 'oh the plan is going so well smile' that is a 'I just snogged the hottest guy smile' and trust me I know."

"Oh Charlie, just because girls come back from going out with you and the only thing they smile about is being snogged doesn't mean all smiles mean that," Lana flounced to her closet and pulled out her pajama pants. Sliding them on she turned back to Charlie.

"But I know this smile. This is a snogged smile. You kissed him," Charlie leaned back, a smug grin on his face.

"All right, I kissed him. I snogged his bloody brains out," She took off her skirt and threw it on the ground. "In fact, and this should interest you; he is most likely the best kisser in all of London. And he is bloody hot and I'm going out with him again tomorrow."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, just because I want to ruin him doesn't mean I can't have a little fun."