Summary: Mary Sue. Lena just lost her parents in a tragic car accident and has to live with an uncle that she never knew existed. While with her uncle, she is tangled in a web of love, lies and terror. Mild cursing (the non-magical sort) and some sexual content.
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Chapter 4: Rendezvous
The next morning, after breakfast, was filled with laughter and small chatter among the hallways.
The students eyed her carefully as she trailed behind their headmaster to last classroom on the left at the end of the hall.
It was joyously marked 'Charms' though it was starting to erode off the wooden door.
"Professor Flitwick?"
The deep-rooted old man in front of her excused his rudeness and was welcomed into the class, Lena shirked behind the door as not to be seen.
"Good morning Headmaster, students please keep working on your shrinking charm."
The small dwarven-like teacher wobbled over to the door and observed Lena, he remembered her and smiled.
"Good morning to you, young lady."
Lena's face flushed, she didn't know how to react. She gave a squeak of what sounded like 'good morning' as Dumbledore glanced at her and then back at the Professor.
"Professor Flitwick, I was wondering if Lena"
He gestured to the blushing young lady beside him,
"would be able to sit in your class with a friend of hers. She is not a student here but is the niece of one of the staff, she would like to have her friend show her around once he is done with your class."
Flitwick looked her in the eyes, they were small nebulas of purple and gray,
"So dear, who is your uncle?"
She blushed even more, she didn't even know the answer to that question.
Dumbledore spoke up in a hushed voice, "All will become clear in time. Mr. Malfoy has my permission to have Lena accompany him to the rest of today's classes."
He gently smiled at her and pointed out Draco on the other side of the room. Professor Flitwick nodded and sent her to sit beside him.
Headmaster Dumbledore left the room rather quickly; he was last seen in the hall that entered into the dungeons.
"Lena! What are you doing here!"
Draco whispered hastily and looked around, no one seemed to notice her; everyone was too enticed by the assignment Professor Flitwick had given them.
"Guess what?"
She giggled while her voice was the same quiet level as his,
"I get to spend the whole day with you!"
Her eyes sparkled making the ice in his melt, he was glad to hear this but was she allowed to?
"Mr. Dumbledore said that I had permission to."
She reacted once seeing the restricting look on his face, his silvery hair gleaming in the morning light through the windows.
"Alright then"
He kissed her on the cheek, said good morning and continued with his work.
"Draco?"
She asked, he hummed in acknowledgement of her, still concentrating on his pincushion.
"What are you trying to do?"
Across the classroom, Ron and Harry were having difficulties with their pincushions.
Ron had turned his into a tadpole and Harry's was belching.
While the Professor reminded Ron that this was not transfiguration, Draco was telling Lena that he was trying to shrink the horribly frayed pink pincushion in front of him.
"This looks really hard,"
She groaned before all of Draco's unsuccessful attempts and after he was fed up, she asked,
"May I try?"
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"One second please!"
Severus Snape yelled out while grabbing his cloak and throwing it over his nude exterior.
His rendezvous with his lady-caller were becoming more and more frequent; he mustn't let anyone know she was here.
After hiding her, he walked to the door and nudged it ajar.
"Yes?"
Headmaster Dumbledore shoved his way inside the dark dungeon room.
"I have someone that I think you would enjoy meeting later on today"
His gentle voice made shivers run up Snape's spine,
"and who might that be?"
He asked with eagerness to get it over with so that he might return to his business.
"You'll meet your guest soon enough. Meet me in the back hall behind the Great Hall when you're finished consuming your supper."
His half-moon spectacles shone with Snape's haunting reflection, he turned around and left as quickly as he came.
Snape followed him to the door and locked it when he was sure his male guest was a good distance away.
"Darling" he called out with raw passion in his voice.
"You can come out now…"
He inched his way towards the bedroom, a fiery female voice answered,
"Come and get me."
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"Bravo Mr. Malfoy!"
Professor Flitwick applauded causing everyone to look at his pincushion, Harry focused on the blonde stationed beside Malfoy.
His gaze filled with hatred and he hissed out,
"That little bitch…"
Ron glared at his best friend, he had never heard Harry swear.
"Everyone! Mr. Malfoy has shrunk his pincushion"
The Professor then stared at the rest of the class and added,
"unlike you bunch! Hurry now, we want to shrink the cushion! You can do it!"
Draco didn't look happy to have shrunk his pincushion like he usually did when he got recognition for something he had done, instead he rested his hands on his forehead and asked in a fearful tone,
"How did you…?"
When lunch strolled around, Draco led Lena over to the Slytherin table and began to explain his very unusual morning to Pansy.
"First, you see, I was in Charms and then…poof…my pincushion was small"
Pansy looked at him very oddly and asked,
"What were you trying to do?"
Draco sighed and said the shrinking charm. Pansy scrunched up her pug-like nose and began to feel the young man's forehead, she flipped her hand over and then asked if Lena thought if he felt hot.
Lena shrugged and finished her egg salad sandwich.
"Draco?"
She poked him in the shoulder playfully.
"What class do we have after lunch?"
He felt his own forehead, he was a bit warm …
"We have Potions and then after we have Arithmancy"
Lena's eyebrow raised,
"Potions and Arithmancy"
She stated quite forcefully, her life would never be the same, she thought. He grabbed his bag and Lena, and leisurely walked out of the Great Hall.
"Draco, You still haven't told me what a muddy-bloody is or what a D.E. is either. What's the big idea? Is it some kind of secret?"
She grabbed onto his arm as to not be lost in the hoard of student rushing their way,
"How's about, you come with me after all of today's classes and we'll talk. I'll answer anything you want."
He gently smiled at her, she felt completely choked up, no one had ever been this nice to her, except the time when her father was trying to win her over with her late step-mother.
That was when she met her ex-boyfriend.
She gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of him, he had taken advantage of her and then left.
What an asshole! She thought to herself.
Just then, a boy bumped into her which caused him to drop his books, Draco tried to pull her along with him, but she insisted that she stay and help him.
"Get lost, Potty Potter!"
Draco chanted with disgust in his voice, it somehow reminded her of the teacher at her old school and old life,
"Potter?"
She whispered the name to herself, it was familiar.
That was…
"Harry!"
She shouted, jumping back and holding herself against Draco, his two muscular arms wrapping around her slender waist.
"Lena?" he said, trying to look surprised.
In unison, they uttered,
"What are you doing here?"
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Snape had just finished entertaining his lover, he sent her off to class without a regret in mind, and he was actually considering doing something for her birthday.
He contemplated the idea and it was weighed against.
He went through all the romantic things he had planned which turned out to be nothing, he stood up and pondered. There was nothing that he had planned since he wasn't very good at being a human being, never mind having emotions.
Snape was always alone, except when his mistress same to see him, he voluntarily let his mind wander back into her arms, her legs, oh they were beautiful legs; her hips, even more attractive; her chest, he liked this the best besides the big prize that he was getting so very regularly.
He could feel himself harden in response to his wild fire thoughts
"This isn't getting me anywhere"
He mocked his reflection halfway across his room, he wasn't very fond of mirrors but his dearest enjoyed to look at herself quite often.
He dragged his feet across the stone floors and sighed when he finally came to the door.
"I think I will get her something for her birthday."
