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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes, and violence
Chapter
Five
"Questions"
It was the first weekend of term and
Bella was out of the Hospital Wing. The day outside looked pleasant
but Bella remained indoors. Most students were out on the Grounds
meaning the chances of Bella running into many people were low and
she especially did not want to run into Malfoy. She still couldn't
get the memory she'd seen out of her head. Had Malfoy really been
that little boy she had seen being raped by his own father? It wasn't
possible…was it? It couldn't—
"Hey, Grundy!"
Bella
froze. "W-wh-what do you want, Malfoy?" she didn't dare turn
around and look at him for fear of seeing another one of his
memories. When Malfoy didn't answer her Bella slowly turned around
but didn't look him in the eye. She did, however, notice that
Malfoy was for some reason by himself for once. "What is it?"
asked Bella some of her old confidence coming back into her
voice.
Before Malfoy could open his mouth the Parkinson girl, who
Bella shared a dorm with, walked up to them.
"There you are,
Draco." She had an almost oily voice that seemed to match her short
black hair perfectly.
"Well," snapped Bella suddenly angry.
"I'll just leave you two alone." She turned on her heel and
marched determinedly down the hall, her black stick straight hair
swaying behind her. Bella wasn't at all sure why she'd blow up
like that. She was so lost in thought it took her a few seconds to
realize that she had just run into someone.
"OUCH!" yelled the
voice of one of the other people Bella shared a dorm with (the one
she didn't know the name of).
"Sorry." Said Bella more out
of habit then sincerity. She noted that the other girl had light
brown short hair and abnormally bright eyes, which were an almost
unnatural yellow. "What's your name?" asked Bella fixing her
robs.
"Ivy Meliflua." Said the girl with a slight nod of her
head.
"I'm Bella Grundy."
"Grundy, is it?" asked
Meliflua with a sniff. "That sounds like a Muggle name to
me."
"Well, I'm not a Muggle-born or a half blood if that's
what you're implying." Said Bella stuffily.
"Shit, that's
a let down!" Said Meliflua dropping her high-and-mighty act. "We
haven't had a Muggle-born or a half blood in Slytherin in almost
fifty years!"
"You make it sound like a bad thing." Said
Bella lifting an eyebrow.
"Oh—er—of course it's not a bad
thing! I mean—we Slytherins are the purest of purebloods."
Meliflua was now fumbling with her robs nervously.
"What about
the Dark Lord?" Bella almost laughed her heart out at the way
Meliflua jumped at the mention of the Dark Lord. "He was a half
blood, you know, but still in Slytherin."
"Well—that's
different!"
"Hmph, indeed. You know, Meliflua—"
"You
can call me Ivy."
"—Ivy then, if people find out you're
Muggle-born obsessed the music would not please."
Ivy gasped.
"Have you read Titus Andronicus?"
"No, your
point?"
"Aaron the Moor says something like that in act two
scene one."
"Oh…but in any case, you'd better hide your
little obsession with Muggle-borns a bit better in the future. There
are people in this house who will not take kindly to it."
"Righty-o!"
said Ivy. "And can I call you Bella?"
"And why would you
need to do that?"
"Well, it'd just be weird to always call
you Grundy, you know?"
"No, I don't know. But I suppose you
can call me Bella, though I still don't see the point." With that
Bella had intended to just walk away from Ivy but Ivy followed
her.
"So, I hear you fainted after Herbology on the first day of
term," Said Ivy excitement in her voice. "is it true Malfoy
jinxed you?"
"No, he didn't jinx me." Said Bella trying to
figure out why this girl was following her.
"Then what did
happen? Are you a Seer? Did you collapse from having a vision of the
future?" Ivy seemed like she might start bouncing with excitement
at any giving moment.
"I'm not a Seer." Said Bella shortly.
"and it's not really any of your business why I fainted, now is
it?"
Ivy hung her head. "I was just curious."
Bella
sighed. "If you must know, I'm a born Memorgist."
Ivy
starred wide-eyed at Bella. "You—you're a natural
Memorgist? Wow! So you can really see people's memories?"
"Yes,
but I still can't control what I see and when I see it. I usually
have to have eye-contact with the person."
"Wicked!"
breathed Ivy. "So, did you faint from seeing one of Malfoy's
memories?"
Bella paused. "Yes…" Bella and Ivy turned a
corner and started going down to the dungeons towards the entrance to
their common room.
"What memory did you see?" asked Ivy.
"Now
that really is not any of your business." Bella
stopped in front of what looked like a blank wall. "Bloodstone."
A hidden door in the wall slid open and Bella and Ivy walked into
their common room.
"If you want," said Ivy. "I can help you
catch up on the lessons you missed."
"Fine." Said Bella.
