As the evening crept upon them, dark clouds began to roll in. At about
half past midnight the storm started. The thunderous booms outside
startled Chloe.
"Why tonight?" Chloe said aloud. She wondered why the storm couldn't have been during the day. Uncle Severus was home during the day yesterday, but now all she had was Draco. Not that it's a bad thing. She threw her covers off and started to walk across the hall, when she hard Draco talking to somebody.
". . . He has said your services will be greatly appreciated." The woman in the fireplace said.
"Yes, I have heard . . . Father has told me." Draco said looking expressionless at the face of the woman.
"Very good!" She said and was gone.
Chloe found herself standing outside his door unable to move. Once she was able to muster enough courage to knock on the door Draco answered it quickly in a pair of dark green, silk pajama pants.
"What's wrong you look scared to death."
Chloe nodded.
"Come on what's wrong?" Draco said leading her into his room.
"I . . . I'm just not fond of . . ." Chloe never finished her sentence; the thunder roared and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"I see."
"Do you mind company?" Chloe asked grabbing a pillow off the head of the bed.
"Not at all; but I must say, I could get used to this." Draco said as Chloe slipped under the covers next to him.
"Oh . . . well then, I might just have to make a habit of this." Chloe said scooting over as a bolt of lightning lit up the bedroom.
"Are you sure you're scared of the storm?"
"Positive! Why do you ask?"
"Curious . . ."
"Draco, can I ask you a question?" "Yes?"
"Who were you talking to earlier?" Chloe asked.
"Ahh . . . that was my Mother. How much did you hear?"
"Enough to get the idea you'll be working for somebody next summer."
"Oh . . ."
"You don't sound to happy about it."
"It's something I knew would eventually happen. Exactly how much do you know about your uncle's past?"
"Well, I know pretty much everything good and BAD!"
"So you know about his time with . . . um . . ." Draco hesitated.
"Voldemort? Yes."
"Okay . . . so you know . . . well um . . . my father was also a Death Eater . . . still is . . . and he's offered my services to him."
"Oh."
"I've known since about two days before school finished."
"Does Uncle Severus know?"
"I haven't told him directly . . . he probably figures . . . but I didn't tell him because I didn't want a lecture from him, or for him to tell you."
"Would it have made a difference if he had told me?"
"Don't know. You know now!"
"Yeah and I haven't been scared away . . . you're too comfortable."
"Maybe it's a good thing I waited to tell you. Now you know I'm not completely evil."
"Yep . . . definitely comfortable. And warm too." Chloe said scooting over some more to lay her head on his shoulder.
"Are you . . ." Draco started but stopped when he looked at Chloe and found her sleeping with her arm draped over his stomach with her head on his shoulder. 'I could definitely get use to this.' Draco thought as he pulled his covers up around Chloe and himself.
"Why tonight?" Chloe said aloud. She wondered why the storm couldn't have been during the day. Uncle Severus was home during the day yesterday, but now all she had was Draco. Not that it's a bad thing. She threw her covers off and started to walk across the hall, when she hard Draco talking to somebody.
". . . He has said your services will be greatly appreciated." The woman in the fireplace said.
"Yes, I have heard . . . Father has told me." Draco said looking expressionless at the face of the woman.
"Very good!" She said and was gone.
Chloe found herself standing outside his door unable to move. Once she was able to muster enough courage to knock on the door Draco answered it quickly in a pair of dark green, silk pajama pants.
"What's wrong you look scared to death."
Chloe nodded.
"Come on what's wrong?" Draco said leading her into his room.
"I . . . I'm just not fond of . . ." Chloe never finished her sentence; the thunder roared and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"I see."
"Do you mind company?" Chloe asked grabbing a pillow off the head of the bed.
"Not at all; but I must say, I could get used to this." Draco said as Chloe slipped under the covers next to him.
"Oh . . . well then, I might just have to make a habit of this." Chloe said scooting over as a bolt of lightning lit up the bedroom.
"Are you sure you're scared of the storm?"
"Positive! Why do you ask?"
"Curious . . ."
"Draco, can I ask you a question?" "Yes?"
"Who were you talking to earlier?" Chloe asked.
"Ahh . . . that was my Mother. How much did you hear?"
"Enough to get the idea you'll be working for somebody next summer."
"Oh . . ."
"You don't sound to happy about it."
"It's something I knew would eventually happen. Exactly how much do you know about your uncle's past?"
"Well, I know pretty much everything good and BAD!"
"So you know about his time with . . . um . . ." Draco hesitated.
"Voldemort? Yes."
"Okay . . . so you know . . . well um . . . my father was also a Death Eater . . . still is . . . and he's offered my services to him."
"Oh."
"I've known since about two days before school finished."
"Does Uncle Severus know?"
"I haven't told him directly . . . he probably figures . . . but I didn't tell him because I didn't want a lecture from him, or for him to tell you."
"Would it have made a difference if he had told me?"
"Don't know. You know now!"
"Yeah and I haven't been scared away . . . you're too comfortable."
"Maybe it's a good thing I waited to tell you. Now you know I'm not completely evil."
"Yep . . . definitely comfortable. And warm too." Chloe said scooting over some more to lay her head on his shoulder.
"Are you . . ." Draco started but stopped when he looked at Chloe and found her sleeping with her arm draped over his stomach with her head on his shoulder. 'I could definitely get use to this.' Draco thought as he pulled his covers up around Chloe and himself.