Chapter 2
I offered my hand in return, "Pleased to meet you Draco." My tongue licked my lips, as he ordered a few students to move in order to empty a space beside his.
As we sat, the girl across from us looking daggers at me said, "And you are?"
"If you didn't already hear, you might not be worth reminding." I offered sarcastically.
Draco made an undignified snort into his pumpkin juice. The girl across from us scowled and a few others laughed softly.
"So, Mercedes," Draco said ignoring the other girl. "Why did you leave Durmstrang?"
I know this question was inevitable so "My father was a long time friend of some people here and decided it was in my best interest to be closer to the action as it were."
Draco stared at me intently trying to read my vague answer.
I flashed him a seductive smile to make him accept what I said.
"Odd name,"drawled Pansy "Mercedes."
"Lovely name you've got there too, Pansy, "I returned my attention to the piece of man flesh beside me. "Interesting school, Draco, so what's to get into around here?"
The table was silent, watching, eating, Draco laughed. "You defiantly belong in Slytherin."
"Besides the fact I'm From Durmstrang?" I said half smiling slyly.
Draco laughed again softly "Yeah, besides Durmstrang."
We ate the rest of our meal in scattered silence. I looked around, taking it all in, amazed at the beauty of just this one room.
Dumbledore nodded towards me, eyes twinkling over his glasses, I never would, out of respect, even try to search this old wizards mind. He was kind, but after all I've been though I was still suspicious of even him. Sometimes I feel like a pawn, now a pawn for good, but still a pawn. I realize I'm a tool, a weapon, so I decided after Michael was gone. I'd help take out his wizard counterpart, Voldemort.
No one deserves that kind of terror, even I have limits.
I feel like my condition is merely an excuse for my bloody past. And an excuse isn't good enough. I need to make up for it. Atonement.
Hopefully Dumbledore could help me achieve that and save my battered soul at the same time. Even as strong as I am. I couldn't survive another school including staff and crooked Aurors were after me, sot again.
But that was Durmstrang, I've heard Hogwarts is different but we shall see.
Slytherin doesn't seem so bad, especially since Draco seems to be a handful, already his hand on my thigh.
"Possessive are we, Mr. Malfoy" I asked with my eyebrow arched.
"What?" he asked innocently his hands raised.
"You need permission to touch me. I'm not one of your usual play things." I said pointedly glaring at Pansy.
"How dare you, Draco! She seethed "You're my boyfriend, and this tart comes in and you don't have the decency to keep your hands off."
"Boyfriend?" I asked then stood placing my hands flat on the table thinking. Not for long. I stared at Pansy rage held in check but it started to flicker behind my eyes. "What did you call me? I hissed.
Pansy withered before me "Uh, um..." she stammered.
"Why don't we clear this up right now?"
"You heard me" she said finally, defiant.
"Careful, Pansy, you don't want to be on my bad side. Your insecurities are showing. I don't think you can handle Draco. But rest assured, I can.' I smiled and sat down. "Pansy you're dismissed," I said with a flick of my hand.
Pansy sat there stunned, Draco I turn replied, "Yes Pansy you're dismissed."
She stood and ran out tears streaking down her face.
I couldn't help but laugh as did Draco.
Dumbledore was staring at me, his eyes looked stern. See the problem I have at being incognito? I shrank a little and tried to stay silent for the rest of dinner.
"So, Mercy, what's Durmstrang like?" Draco asked, "Can I call you that?"
"Yes, Draco you may. Durmstrang was different, dark. They don't lie when people say they teach the dark arts."
I felt someone looking at me, trying to search my mind. I looked up and saw a man sitting a few spaces down from Dumbledore. A professor obviously, but he looked vaguely familiar. He seemed a little surprised when he hit the wall in my mind. I looked at him and smiled knowingly.
"Draco, who is that?" I asked nodding toward the dark man.
Draco turned and looked back to me, "That's Professor Snape. He is the resident Potion Master and Head of Slytherin House."
"Anyone could have told me that, Draco, I mean anything else?"
"We'll save that for later." He commented.
I offered my hand in return, "Pleased to meet you Draco." My tongue licked my lips, as he ordered a few students to move in order to empty a space beside his.
As we sat, the girl across from us looking daggers at me said, "And you are?"
"If you didn't already hear, you might not be worth reminding." I offered sarcastically.
Draco made an undignified snort into his pumpkin juice. The girl across from us scowled and a few others laughed softly.
"So, Mercedes," Draco said ignoring the other girl. "Why did you leave Durmstrang?"
I know this question was inevitable so "My father was a long time friend of some people here and decided it was in my best interest to be closer to the action as it were."
Draco stared at me intently trying to read my vague answer.
I flashed him a seductive smile to make him accept what I said.
"Odd name,"drawled Pansy "Mercedes."
"Lovely name you've got there too, Pansy, "I returned my attention to the piece of man flesh beside me. "Interesting school, Draco, so what's to get into around here?"
The table was silent, watching, eating, Draco laughed. "You defiantly belong in Slytherin."
"Besides the fact I'm From Durmstrang?" I said half smiling slyly.
Draco laughed again softly "Yeah, besides Durmstrang."
We ate the rest of our meal in scattered silence. I looked around, taking it all in, amazed at the beauty of just this one room.
Dumbledore nodded towards me, eyes twinkling over his glasses, I never would, out of respect, even try to search this old wizards mind. He was kind, but after all I've been though I was still suspicious of even him. Sometimes I feel like a pawn, now a pawn for good, but still a pawn. I realize I'm a tool, a weapon, so I decided after Michael was gone. I'd help take out his wizard counterpart, Voldemort.
No one deserves that kind of terror, even I have limits.
I feel like my condition is merely an excuse for my bloody past. And an excuse isn't good enough. I need to make up for it. Atonement.
Hopefully Dumbledore could help me achieve that and save my battered soul at the same time. Even as strong as I am. I couldn't survive another school including staff and crooked Aurors were after me, sot again.
But that was Durmstrang, I've heard Hogwarts is different but we shall see.
Slytherin doesn't seem so bad, especially since Draco seems to be a handful, already his hand on my thigh.
"Possessive are we, Mr. Malfoy" I asked with my eyebrow arched.
"What?" he asked innocently his hands raised.
"You need permission to touch me. I'm not one of your usual play things." I said pointedly glaring at Pansy.
"How dare you, Draco! She seethed "You're my boyfriend, and this tart comes in and you don't have the decency to keep your hands off."
"Boyfriend?" I asked then stood placing my hands flat on the table thinking. Not for long. I stared at Pansy rage held in check but it started to flicker behind my eyes. "What did you call me? I hissed.
Pansy withered before me "Uh, um..." she stammered.
"Why don't we clear this up right now?"
"You heard me" she said finally, defiant.
"Careful, Pansy, you don't want to be on my bad side. Your insecurities are showing. I don't think you can handle Draco. But rest assured, I can.' I smiled and sat down. "Pansy you're dismissed," I said with a flick of my hand.
Pansy sat there stunned, Draco I turn replied, "Yes Pansy you're dismissed."
She stood and ran out tears streaking down her face.
I couldn't help but laugh as did Draco.
Dumbledore was staring at me, his eyes looked stern. See the problem I have at being incognito? I shrank a little and tried to stay silent for the rest of dinner.
"So, Mercy, what's Durmstrang like?" Draco asked, "Can I call you that?"
"Yes, Draco you may. Durmstrang was different, dark. They don't lie when people say they teach the dark arts."
I felt someone looking at me, trying to search my mind. I looked up and saw a man sitting a few spaces down from Dumbledore. A professor obviously, but he looked vaguely familiar. He seemed a little surprised when he hit the wall in my mind. I looked at him and smiled knowingly.
"Draco, who is that?" I asked nodding toward the dark man.
Draco turned and looked back to me, "That's Professor Snape. He is the resident Potion Master and Head of Slytherin House."
"Anyone could have told me that, Draco, I mean anything else?"
"We'll save that for later." He commented.