Later that night:
"You should really cook more often. This is much better than anything I ever manage to burn." Chloe said.
"Your cooking is not that bad . . . It's," Draco started.
"HORRIBLE!?!?"
"It's not the best . . . but with practice you'll be fine." Draco said getting up from the table to let in the grayish colored owl in the window.
"Hey Zipper." Chloe said talking the letter from the small bird, while handing it some breadcrumbs.
"Who's it from?"
"Zoë and Alexis . . . they're *thunder* making another storm."
"Oh? What else?" Draco asked seeing a full page of parchment.
"Girl stuff, they talked about a few girls from Windmore . . . Zoë's boyfriend . . ."
"Your boyfriend?"
"No . . . not anymore, and a few other things."
"Really?"
"Really what?"
"No boyfriend?"
"No, not anymore . . ."
"Why?"
"You're nosey!"
"You're avoiding my question."
"Yeah so?" Chloe sighed. After about five minutes of his ice blue eyes staring at her, she gave up. "What do you want to know?"
"Who he is? Why you're not together anymore? You said it yourself I'm nosey." Draco said with a shrug.
"His name is Brenton Davis. He's a grandson to my grandmother's closest friend. I've done a lot of thinking about him and I . . . and you . . . and I came to the conclusion I know more abut you in the short time we've spent here, than I do about him in the year and a half we've 'been' together. I decided you were more worth the risk of getting hurt."
"A how do you know if I'm single or not?" Draco asked with and odd expression on his face.
"It's worth the risk." Chloe said waving her wand at the sink to send the dishes to clean themselves.
"Is it?"
"I don't know, you tell me." Chloe said jumping slightly at the claps of thunder outside.
The rest of the night slowly crept by. Chloe spent most of the might curled up in an armchair by the fire in the library. Draco was doing almost the same thing in an identical chair just opposite her.
"What is it with you and weird books? First, your weather book, and now . . . WHERE DID YOU GET THAT AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH IT?!?!" Draco asked sounding alarmed, after recognizing the unmistakable skull with the snake.
Obviously her knew what it was; he had seen the marking many times. Severus had one, his father had one, and he was destine to have one as well.
"I figured if you could be nosey, so could I." Chloe said never removing her eyes from the book.
"Your point being?"
"You didn't sound thrilled about working for him, so I thought about it, and remembered I saw this book a week ago hiding behind a different book. I decided to read it. Just to see what kid of choices you had."
"I'll explain later, before I go to sleep . . . I'm going to take a bath now, and I'll finish reading this." Chloe said walking out of the library and p the stairs towards her bathroom.
As the bathtub filled with steamy water and soothing bubbles, Chloe flicked her wand to light the candles in the room. She reread the worst part of the book. 'How do I explain this?' she thought. She then put the book down and sank to the back of the tub to relax. Some time later there was a knock on the door.
"You okay? You've been in here nearly two hours." Draco asked walking into the humid bathroom.
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine . . . I fell asleep." Chloe said.
"That comfortable?"
"Yeah Chloe said motioning for Draco to leave. Within minutes Chloe was dried, dressed, and ready for bed. When she stepped out of the bathroom Draco was sitting on her bed waiting for her to tell him the way out.
"Where's the book?" Draco asked.
"I sent it back to the library. I . . . um remember it."
"Alright . . . and?"
"it's complicated, but I have an idea. This will take a lot of free time to be worked out properly, and it definitely needs to be thought out very carefully, but it can be done. "
"Okay now what does it say?"
"Sacrifice . . ." Chloe said with a shaky voice, "A human sacrifice. One must be sacrifice a person who is dear to them. This person has to meet certain standards. My idea is the we tamper with some spells and possibly potions, so that we'll be able to some how put the death eaters to sleep, and some how rebound the spell that is meant to hit the sacrifice."
"Thus defeating Voldemort."
"And pretty much anybody else we want, and if you think about it the spell that is going to kill him will be his own spell so we can't get into trouble."
"What are these standards?"
". . . Muggle born, or ½ blood . . . the person must know the sacrifice very well, the sacrifice has to be approved by a Death Eater . . . and so on!"
"So that rules you out! Good! You're pure blood."
"Not exactly." Chloe said shaking her head, "My father was a muggle. Both of my parents were killed when I was little."
"Death Eaters?"
"Yeah . . . that's why my uncle decided he wanted out." Chloe said.
"How did you manage to stay alive?"
I wasn't home. I was spending the night with my grandparents. I was six months old. It was their two year anniversary."
"I see. Now how are we going to go about this plan of yours?" Draco asked pulling back the purple covers and climbing into bed.
"You should really cook more often. This is much better than anything I ever manage to burn." Chloe said.
"Your cooking is not that bad . . . It's," Draco started.
"HORRIBLE!?!?"
"It's not the best . . . but with practice you'll be fine." Draco said getting up from the table to let in the grayish colored owl in the window.
"Hey Zipper." Chloe said talking the letter from the small bird, while handing it some breadcrumbs.
"Who's it from?"
"Zoë and Alexis . . . they're *thunder* making another storm."
"Oh? What else?" Draco asked seeing a full page of parchment.
"Girl stuff, they talked about a few girls from Windmore . . . Zoë's boyfriend . . ."
"Your boyfriend?"
"No . . . not anymore, and a few other things."
"Really?"
"Really what?"
"No boyfriend?"
"No, not anymore . . ."
"Why?"
"You're nosey!"
"You're avoiding my question."
"Yeah so?" Chloe sighed. After about five minutes of his ice blue eyes staring at her, she gave up. "What do you want to know?"
"Who he is? Why you're not together anymore? You said it yourself I'm nosey." Draco said with a shrug.
"His name is Brenton Davis. He's a grandson to my grandmother's closest friend. I've done a lot of thinking about him and I . . . and you . . . and I came to the conclusion I know more abut you in the short time we've spent here, than I do about him in the year and a half we've 'been' together. I decided you were more worth the risk of getting hurt."
"A how do you know if I'm single or not?" Draco asked with and odd expression on his face.
"It's worth the risk." Chloe said waving her wand at the sink to send the dishes to clean themselves.
"Is it?"
"I don't know, you tell me." Chloe said jumping slightly at the claps of thunder outside.
The rest of the night slowly crept by. Chloe spent most of the might curled up in an armchair by the fire in the library. Draco was doing almost the same thing in an identical chair just opposite her.
"What is it with you and weird books? First, your weather book, and now . . . WHERE DID YOU GET THAT AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH IT?!?!" Draco asked sounding alarmed, after recognizing the unmistakable skull with the snake.
Obviously her knew what it was; he had seen the marking many times. Severus had one, his father had one, and he was destine to have one as well.
"I figured if you could be nosey, so could I." Chloe said never removing her eyes from the book.
"Your point being?"
"You didn't sound thrilled about working for him, so I thought about it, and remembered I saw this book a week ago hiding behind a different book. I decided to read it. Just to see what kid of choices you had."
"I'll explain later, before I go to sleep . . . I'm going to take a bath now, and I'll finish reading this." Chloe said walking out of the library and p the stairs towards her bathroom.
As the bathtub filled with steamy water and soothing bubbles, Chloe flicked her wand to light the candles in the room. She reread the worst part of the book. 'How do I explain this?' she thought. She then put the book down and sank to the back of the tub to relax. Some time later there was a knock on the door.
"You okay? You've been in here nearly two hours." Draco asked walking into the humid bathroom.
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine . . . I fell asleep." Chloe said.
"That comfortable?"
"Yeah Chloe said motioning for Draco to leave. Within minutes Chloe was dried, dressed, and ready for bed. When she stepped out of the bathroom Draco was sitting on her bed waiting for her to tell him the way out.
"Where's the book?" Draco asked.
"I sent it back to the library. I . . . um remember it."
"Alright . . . and?"
"it's complicated, but I have an idea. This will take a lot of free time to be worked out properly, and it definitely needs to be thought out very carefully, but it can be done. "
"Okay now what does it say?"
"Sacrifice . . ." Chloe said with a shaky voice, "A human sacrifice. One must be sacrifice a person who is dear to them. This person has to meet certain standards. My idea is the we tamper with some spells and possibly potions, so that we'll be able to some how put the death eaters to sleep, and some how rebound the spell that is meant to hit the sacrifice."
"Thus defeating Voldemort."
"And pretty much anybody else we want, and if you think about it the spell that is going to kill him will be his own spell so we can't get into trouble."
"What are these standards?"
". . . Muggle born, or ½ blood . . . the person must know the sacrifice very well, the sacrifice has to be approved by a Death Eater . . . and so on!"
"So that rules you out! Good! You're pure blood."
"Not exactly." Chloe said shaking her head, "My father was a muggle. Both of my parents were killed when I was little."
"Death Eaters?"
"Yeah . . . that's why my uncle decided he wanted out." Chloe said.
"How did you manage to stay alive?"
I wasn't home. I was spending the night with my grandparents. I was six months old. It was their two year anniversary."
"I see. Now how are we going to go about this plan of yours?" Draco asked pulling back the purple covers and climbing into bed.