Chapter six: Caught in the act

The next day, Rhia had skipped lunch, and most of her classes, feigning sickness. She carefully avoided her friends and followers throughout the day, staying in the dorm or common room. Something was up with the whole lilies and notes that totally freaked her out. She had debated telling Dumbledore about her situation, but decided not to.

"Ruddy mudblood lover, won't do a thing about it" Rhia mumbled to herself as she flipped through the pages of a thick book her father expected and demanded her to read. "The Proper Etiquette for The Future Heiress of The Ashcroft Fortune" was its title. She figured her father had wanted to give her the copy meant for the males, but she was a girl and only child, therefore could not have it. A distant Ashcroft wrote the book sometime back in the 1600s. It was very heavy and bound in black leather. She loathed it, but it was a family tradition to read and memorize most of it's content. Rhia hated these stupid family traditions.

"Oi! Ashcroft, where the bloody 'ell were you for Care of Magical Creatures? That fat oaf of a teacher was having a bloody heart attack because you missed the exam." Came the drawling voice of Draco, as Mere, Mel, and himself walked into the common room with a crowd of students getting books for there next classes. Pansy Parkinson lingered in the corner, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. Her pug-like nose scrunched up in concentration; apparently her hearing wasn't too good.

Rhia pretended to cough. "Sick" she said.

"Sure you were…" Mereadith said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"But I am," Rhia said, 'coughing' again.

"Oh please, China doll like you? One cough and you're fragile enough to be in the hospital wing for a week," Draco added with a slight smirk. Rhia made a face at him.

"Are you avoiding us Rhia?" Mel asked. Rhia sighed, she was. She wasn't going to tell them that either. There was no reason for her avoidances. Maybe she was afraid, or just worried.

"I'm not. Look, I just don't fell well, okay?" Rhia said, going back to the pages of her book.

The three shrugged, "fine with me," Mere mumbled. She started humming a tune. Rhia stopped, and looked up. She knew that eerie tune. The one from her dreams. Her mouth hung open for a moment.

"Stop! Don't sing that!" Rhia snapped, standing up and waling towards her dorm to get away from everyone. The three looked at each other with uncertainty. They all knew something was wrong, but decided not to ask. Mel glanced down at the book Rhia had left. She picked it up and read the title.

"Stressed much?" she said flipping through it's pages. "Jeez, this book's explaining exactly how to become another porcelain model Ashcroft girl." She said, a note fell out from the bottom.

Mereadith picked it up and read it aloud:

'My darling daughter Rhianna,

Its almost your seventeenth birthday. Now is time to start acting like an Ashcroft. Our family is one of the oldest purebloods in the wizarding world, of the patrician class. This book goes over step-by-step how every female Ashcroft must act. Never should you do something to dishonor or embarrass our family. If so, you will be severely punished.

I expect you to read this book, taking notes and remembering every detail. It is extremely old, written by your distant Grandfather, Horatio Ashcroft circa 1597. Should this book become lost or destroyed, you will be expected to re-write it. Never had one of our family had to do so.

Pleasant reading,

Your father,

Avery Ashcroft

PS. Happy 17th birthday soon! '

The two girls looked at the book and letter with pity for Rhia. Draco shrugged, "sounds like my family" he muttered. The girls took no notice.

"I think this is one of the reason's she's acting so strangely, so much family pressure, plus she's turning 17 soon" Mel said. From upstairs there was a female's scream. The three rushed up the stairs.

Downstairs in her corner, Pansy laughed to herself, creeping up the stairs to here more.

"Rhia why are you getting more ruddy flowers?" Draco said taking three white lilies from Rhia's pale hands. She also held a paper note, it read:

Three days

"What does that mean?" Mere said holding the note in her own hands. Mel nodded. Draco shook his head, "Nothing. I don't think she wants you to know." He said.

"Oh you can't be so sure Draco" Said a voce in his head. 'Great' he thought. 'Tijana.'

He ignored her other words as they flowed into his mind. "Rhia you need to tell someone about this." He said firmly. She shook her head.

"No."

"Yes" he protested. Pansy appeared from her spot. "this is just too good! What's this all about? I'm telling Snape!" she squealed running down the stairs and out of the common room towards his office.

"Pansy!" they all yelled chasing after her.

"You can't tell Snape!" Rhia yelled as she and Draco caught up, Mere and Mel had stopped halfway.

"Tell me what, Miss Ashcroft?" Snape said from behind her, standing in the doorway of his office.

"Rhia's been all freaky lately and she keeps getting presents and acting like a raving mental case. Draco and her are the only ones who knows what's going on! She's probably on drugs!" Pansy said.

"Fuck off Parkinson" Rhia hissed.

"Excuse me Miss Ashcroft, but I will not have that type of language in my presence. Now, will you and Mr. Malfoy please wait for me in my office while Miss. Parkinson and I have a discussion." Snape sad pushing Rhia and Draco into the room, shutting the door and walking off with Pansy.

"This is all your fault" Rhia spat as she sat down on the cold stone bench in Snape's office.

Draco glared at her, "how's it my fault?" he said.

"Well if you didn't go complaining about this, no one would ever know what was going on and we wouldn't be here right now." She said. Draco sat next to her.

"Maybe I wanted you to be here." He said with a smirk.

"Why?" she rolled her eyes.

"Think about it, me, you, alone. Snape's gone…" he said.

"Oh Malfoy get over yourself! We're done"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

"Oh?"

"Oh"

"Anyways, what could you possibly want?" Rhia said.

"To do this" Draco smirked, snaking an arm around Rhia's waist and pulling her closer to him. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. For a moment, Rhia hung back.

"Why?' she whispered again as her lips brushed his.

"Because" he answered, kissing her again. He had pulled her on top of him now , she sitting on his lap.

"No" Rhia said standing again, pacing to the other side of the room. When she came back, he was ready. Draco took her into an embrace again and they kissed once more. This time, Rhia didn't protest. She parted her lips and he eagerly slid his tongue into her mouth.

Walking backwards, without breaking the kisses, Rhia found her back pressed against something hard, the corner of Snape's desk. "Ow" she breathed in between kisses. Draco lifted her fragile body gently on top of the desk, and kissed her neck, moving up towards her lips. By the time he reached them, He was on top of her, she lying down on Snape's desk. Surprisingly, they hadn't broken any bottles of ink or anything.

His hand tugged at the buttons on her blouse as they made-out. He had a few buttons undone all ready. Rhia was aware of this, but for some reason didn't really care. After all, she was making-out with the 'Slytherin Prince', even after they had already broken-up.

Her shirt was on the floor now, leaving Rhia in only a black bra and her skirt. Draco was working on that too. Footsteps approached, by they didn't hear them. A door opened, and they didn't notice. But Draco heard Pansy's gasp from behind him.

"Shit" he said breaking his kiss, and sitting halfway up.

"Shit is right Mr. Malfoy." Snape said sternly, glaring at the two of them. Rhia gasped, immediately pushing Draco off of her, and scrambling to stand up. Knocking a few inkbottles over.

"we were…we…" Rhia stuttered grabbing her blouse off the floor.

"Miss. Ashcroft, put some clothes on. And you and Mr. Malfoy shall follow me to the Headmaster's office. I'm sure he would love to hear about this." Snape said, dismissing Pansy as Rhia and Draco walked by.

"You filthy whore" Pansy hissed at Rhia, "wait until everyone hears this!" she squealed running off. Draco rolled his eyes as the two slytherins followed their head of house towards the Headmaster's office.

A/n: so? I know, I kinda really suck at these kinda make-out scenes, and I didn't really wanna take it too far…so Snape had to walk in. Please please please review!

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