Chapter 5
After a month together 'we exclusively shag' was all she would commit to. Draco was unused to the lack of pressure. Usually a girl wants a commitment, especially after sex, but not her. She was unlike any other girl he'd met. She was honest, to a fault. She never agreed with him just to please him. In fact, even if she did agree, she always played the devil's advocate just to bait him into a heated argument that would always end in equally heated sex.
Her intelligence challenged him in everything. More so that the Mudblood, Granger. Mercedes also descended form the purest of bloodlines. He couldn't help but brag about her to his father.
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"Good evening, my Lord." Lucius said bowing low.
"Are you faithful to me Lucius?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, my Lord, always." Lucius said bowing low again.
"There have been recent developments at Hogwarts, Lucius, good ones for us and our cause." He paused for a moment.
"There is a new student whom recently transferred from Durmstrang. Have you heard of her? What do you know?"
"Mercedes Xavier?" Lucius asked slightly apprehensively.
Voldemort of course knew all the events of Durmstrang, his connections reached far and wide. But he did not trust Lucius with all the information. He knew that Lucius was power hungry and ambitious and would take the first opportunity to overthrow and replace him. Becoming the new Dark Lord.
"We need to keep a close eye on her."
"Why, my Lord.'
"Don't ever question me, Lucius, if you value your life."
"My apologies, my Lord" he bowed low again. "My son is involved with this girl, my Lord, I'm sure he can keep an eye on her."
"Good. I expect information soon. You may leave."
Lucius bowed again and disapparated.
Lucius apparated to his study at Malfoy Manor, sat and pulled out a sheet of monogrammed parchment and a quill and wrote his son a letter.
Draco,
I wish to meet this girl you are obviously so enamored with. Perhaps a weekend visit home is in order? A Familiar friend has also inquired about her; she may be useful to our cause. Let me know if she can come with you, say, this weekend?
L
Lucius knew the letter was assertive enough to get what he wanted, and Draco knew better than to cross his father. His fate would most certainly be unfortunate in the case he disobeyed.
If the Dark Lord is inquiring about her, that means something. Of all the reports from his spies, she was intelligent and beautiful. Draco was now second to her being at the top of the class. Finally knocking that Mudblood to third place and giving Slytherin prestige back.
'If she is everything they say she is, I would like a taste of her myself' he thought.
She just might be a perfect match for the unruly Draco.
Hogwarts owls kept him busy this last month, stating that Draco has been skipping class and just as he was about to discipline his son for those infractions, he received another letter from Dumbledore, himself, stating the class standings.
When questioned about it, Draco only said that Mercedes has been tutoring him privately.
'I'll bet.' He thought.
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It was Saturday and Draco had Quidditch practice, so I decided to head for the library. I've been so involved with him that I was relieved for the season starting so I could get some work done. I dressed in Muggle black jeans and a green silk shirt, one I nicked from Draco's closet. It still smelled like him, warm and autumn leaves. It was large on me and anyone who seen it would know it wasn't mine but of course he is. I charmed my hair into a French braid, to keep it out of my face.
I seen Hermione tucked away at one of the tables, books spread out before her.
"Hello, Hermione." I said standing opposite of where she sat.
"Hello, Mercedes," she looked up at me.
"Would you mind if I sat here?"
"No," her eyes shifted from her book back to me a few times.
I sat in the chair and pulled one of her discarded books and opened it.
"What do you want, Mercedes?"
"To study, you may find it hard to believe but I do that on occasion."
"Really? I had no idea."
"What's wrong, Hermione? Are all Gryffindors so suspicious?"
"Only of Slytherins."
"Is that all a person is, Hermione? A house? I thought you of all people could look past house, or bloodlines. But I guess I was wrong." I stood to leave.
"Mercedes, wait," I returned to my seat waiting to hear what she would say. "I'm sorry, but you don't understand the things we have been through because some of your housemates or their families."
"I may be Slytherin, but I'm not really one of them. Do you understand? I've defended you and yours to much and they don't like that, so I'm the black sheep as it were."
"Why do you do it? Defend us I mean."
"Because, bloodline doesn't mean a thing to me. Because, Voldemort and his Death Eaters need to come down. Muggle or Magical, doesn't matter, everyone deserves to be safe, at peace.
"But you're pureblood."
"Like I said, doesn't make a difference. If I were a Muggle or a Squib it would not change who I am on the inside. Only difference is now I have the power to create change."
"You know that Malfoy was bred to be a Death Eater."
"Yes, he's mentioned that, as have others."
"But you want them to fall?"
"Hermione, you are so smart, why is this so hard to understand?" I leaned in closer checking to make sure we were in fact alone, whispering, "I'll let you in on a little secret, they are playing the parts set for them by their families. They don't want to go into the family business. Not really for the morality of it but because they want to be independent. Free as it were.
"Well, they could help."
"No, they can't because if they do they die, that simple."
"Why do you think you got sorted into Slytherin? Because right now I don't see it."
I laughed softly, "Because I'm ambitious. Ambitious for peace, I'm cunning to plan it, among other things," I paused. "I was just looking for friendship."
"Alright," she said still slightly suspicious. After receiving so much information it would probably have to sink in, plus I still have to gain her trust.
We both sat for awhile in comfortable silence, reading.
I heard voices coming down the hall, getting closer, Harry and Ron presumably. I had to fight the base instinct not to turn around as my back was facing the door. Sure enough they came strolling in. "Hey 'Mione," Harry said.
She looked up clearly annoyed by the disturbance, "Hi." She returned her attention back to the book, "You're back early."
"Bloody Slytherins, Malfoy claimed rank and took the Pitch."
At the mention of Draco, Hermione looked up at me. Her friends still hadn't noticed it was I who sat there.
"Yeah, Malfoy is such a jerk, he knew we reserved the Pitch today, but he just wanted to start trouble. You know how Slytherins are." Ron quipped
I turned slowly, locking Ron's gaze, smiling up at him, "Surely we're not all that bad, are we?"
Hermione start giggling at the look on Ron's face in shock, "Uh....um... Hermione what is she doing here?"
"Reading, Ron, you've heard of it before haven't you?" she snickered behind her hand.
"Well, yeah but..."
"But nothing, Ron, don't you think we owe her some respect? You said it yourself, 'If she can get Malfoy to shut up and irritates Snape, that she's alright by you"
"Hello, Harry" I offered.
A shadow crossed his features as he looked at me suspiciously. I was used to this look by now and continued to smile sweetly up at him. Hello gorgeous! My god, he is tall dark, although not dark enough for my taste, and handsome. Especially all ruddy in those Quidditch robes, but alas Draco wouldn't appreciate me appreciating his 'enemy'. Ah, well a girl can't always have her cake and eat it too, no pun intended.
"Mercedes," he nodded toward me.
"Well, I guess I had better be off to see what my troublemaking cohorts are up to." I got up to leave. "I guess I'll talk to you later Hermione."
"Sure, Mercedes, I'll see you later."
"Bye, boys," they nodded toward me. And I left the library in search of my Quidditch God.
After a month together 'we exclusively shag' was all she would commit to. Draco was unused to the lack of pressure. Usually a girl wants a commitment, especially after sex, but not her. She was unlike any other girl he'd met. She was honest, to a fault. She never agreed with him just to please him. In fact, even if she did agree, she always played the devil's advocate just to bait him into a heated argument that would always end in equally heated sex.
Her intelligence challenged him in everything. More so that the Mudblood, Granger. Mercedes also descended form the purest of bloodlines. He couldn't help but brag about her to his father.
///////
"Good evening, my Lord." Lucius said bowing low.
"Are you faithful to me Lucius?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes, my Lord, always." Lucius said bowing low again.
"There have been recent developments at Hogwarts, Lucius, good ones for us and our cause." He paused for a moment.
"There is a new student whom recently transferred from Durmstrang. Have you heard of her? What do you know?"
"Mercedes Xavier?" Lucius asked slightly apprehensively.
Voldemort of course knew all the events of Durmstrang, his connections reached far and wide. But he did not trust Lucius with all the information. He knew that Lucius was power hungry and ambitious and would take the first opportunity to overthrow and replace him. Becoming the new Dark Lord.
"We need to keep a close eye on her."
"Why, my Lord.'
"Don't ever question me, Lucius, if you value your life."
"My apologies, my Lord" he bowed low again. "My son is involved with this girl, my Lord, I'm sure he can keep an eye on her."
"Good. I expect information soon. You may leave."
Lucius bowed again and disapparated.
Lucius apparated to his study at Malfoy Manor, sat and pulled out a sheet of monogrammed parchment and a quill and wrote his son a letter.
Draco,
I wish to meet this girl you are obviously so enamored with. Perhaps a weekend visit home is in order? A Familiar friend has also inquired about her; she may be useful to our cause. Let me know if she can come with you, say, this weekend?
L
Lucius knew the letter was assertive enough to get what he wanted, and Draco knew better than to cross his father. His fate would most certainly be unfortunate in the case he disobeyed.
If the Dark Lord is inquiring about her, that means something. Of all the reports from his spies, she was intelligent and beautiful. Draco was now second to her being at the top of the class. Finally knocking that Mudblood to third place and giving Slytherin prestige back.
'If she is everything they say she is, I would like a taste of her myself' he thought.
She just might be a perfect match for the unruly Draco.
Hogwarts owls kept him busy this last month, stating that Draco has been skipping class and just as he was about to discipline his son for those infractions, he received another letter from Dumbledore, himself, stating the class standings.
When questioned about it, Draco only said that Mercedes has been tutoring him privately.
'I'll bet.' He thought.
///////
It was Saturday and Draco had Quidditch practice, so I decided to head for the library. I've been so involved with him that I was relieved for the season starting so I could get some work done. I dressed in Muggle black jeans and a green silk shirt, one I nicked from Draco's closet. It still smelled like him, warm and autumn leaves. It was large on me and anyone who seen it would know it wasn't mine but of course he is. I charmed my hair into a French braid, to keep it out of my face.
I seen Hermione tucked away at one of the tables, books spread out before her.
"Hello, Hermione." I said standing opposite of where she sat.
"Hello, Mercedes," she looked up at me.
"Would you mind if I sat here?"
"No," her eyes shifted from her book back to me a few times.
I sat in the chair and pulled one of her discarded books and opened it.
"What do you want, Mercedes?"
"To study, you may find it hard to believe but I do that on occasion."
"Really? I had no idea."
"What's wrong, Hermione? Are all Gryffindors so suspicious?"
"Only of Slytherins."
"Is that all a person is, Hermione? A house? I thought you of all people could look past house, or bloodlines. But I guess I was wrong." I stood to leave.
"Mercedes, wait," I returned to my seat waiting to hear what she would say. "I'm sorry, but you don't understand the things we have been through because some of your housemates or their families."
"I may be Slytherin, but I'm not really one of them. Do you understand? I've defended you and yours to much and they don't like that, so I'm the black sheep as it were."
"Why do you do it? Defend us I mean."
"Because, bloodline doesn't mean a thing to me. Because, Voldemort and his Death Eaters need to come down. Muggle or Magical, doesn't matter, everyone deserves to be safe, at peace.
"But you're pureblood."
"Like I said, doesn't make a difference. If I were a Muggle or a Squib it would not change who I am on the inside. Only difference is now I have the power to create change."
"You know that Malfoy was bred to be a Death Eater."
"Yes, he's mentioned that, as have others."
"But you want them to fall?"
"Hermione, you are so smart, why is this so hard to understand?" I leaned in closer checking to make sure we were in fact alone, whispering, "I'll let you in on a little secret, they are playing the parts set for them by their families. They don't want to go into the family business. Not really for the morality of it but because they want to be independent. Free as it were.
"Well, they could help."
"No, they can't because if they do they die, that simple."
"Why do you think you got sorted into Slytherin? Because right now I don't see it."
I laughed softly, "Because I'm ambitious. Ambitious for peace, I'm cunning to plan it, among other things," I paused. "I was just looking for friendship."
"Alright," she said still slightly suspicious. After receiving so much information it would probably have to sink in, plus I still have to gain her trust.
We both sat for awhile in comfortable silence, reading.
I heard voices coming down the hall, getting closer, Harry and Ron presumably. I had to fight the base instinct not to turn around as my back was facing the door. Sure enough they came strolling in. "Hey 'Mione," Harry said.
She looked up clearly annoyed by the disturbance, "Hi." She returned her attention back to the book, "You're back early."
"Bloody Slytherins, Malfoy claimed rank and took the Pitch."
At the mention of Draco, Hermione looked up at me. Her friends still hadn't noticed it was I who sat there.
"Yeah, Malfoy is such a jerk, he knew we reserved the Pitch today, but he just wanted to start trouble. You know how Slytherins are." Ron quipped
I turned slowly, locking Ron's gaze, smiling up at him, "Surely we're not all that bad, are we?"
Hermione start giggling at the look on Ron's face in shock, "Uh....um... Hermione what is she doing here?"
"Reading, Ron, you've heard of it before haven't you?" she snickered behind her hand.
"Well, yeah but..."
"But nothing, Ron, don't you think we owe her some respect? You said it yourself, 'If she can get Malfoy to shut up and irritates Snape, that she's alright by you"
"Hello, Harry" I offered.
A shadow crossed his features as he looked at me suspiciously. I was used to this look by now and continued to smile sweetly up at him. Hello gorgeous! My god, he is tall dark, although not dark enough for my taste, and handsome. Especially all ruddy in those Quidditch robes, but alas Draco wouldn't appreciate me appreciating his 'enemy'. Ah, well a girl can't always have her cake and eat it too, no pun intended.
"Mercedes," he nodded toward me.
"Well, I guess I had better be off to see what my troublemaking cohorts are up to." I got up to leave. "I guess I'll talk to you later Hermione."
"Sure, Mercedes, I'll see you later."
"Bye, boys," they nodded toward me. And I left the library in search of my Quidditch God.