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Tonight was the night of the party. I had to sit in a chair for about 3 hours while our special beauticians washed my hair, put it in an elaborate twist, with several tendrils of my brown hair hanging down to frame my face, gave me both a manicure and a pedicure, powdered my face, and did any other last minute grooming.
Meanwhile, our special French clothing maker, Marcus, made me a stunning green dress, with a beautiful design, with hints of gold's and green's in it. It was chiffon with spaghetti straps, a v-neck, and reached a little past my knees.
He presented it to me and said, proudly: " 'ere you are Ms. Demion! Ze green vill bring out zose beautiful eyes of yours! It's made of ze most expensive and best chiffon! Try it on... Try it on..."
So I did. And oh god, was it exquisite. The green certainly brought out my eyes. I hadn't ever worn anything more spectacular in my life.
"And... You wear zese wiz it!" He exclaimed, producing a pair of green strappy sandals with kitten heels. He went on, and, in his odd jubilation, he started to put them on me, but then he stopped, looking quite flushed, and called a house elf to put them on. You see, Marcus is the kind who likes to make his creation, but then doesn't want to do any more work. Like a cook, who makes the delicious meal, but doesn't want to bring it to the table, clean his cooking implements, or anything else. He considers it a disgrace to 'dress' anyone.
"Magnifique!" (Magnificent!) He said in French. "Ces't trés joli! Presque aussi belle que la réne!" (It's very pretty! Almost as pretty the queen!) "presque..." (almost) He said as an afterthought. Well that was a VERY big compliment coming from Marcus. He worshipped her every morning and night. He had a picture of her in every room in his house, and whenever he went away, he kept a stash with him to decorate his hotel room. He was just obsessed with her. Actually, once, my great uncle was over while Marcus was and said "She looks a bit old in this picture, doesn't she?" He was still at st. Mungo's for two years after Marcus was through with him.
"Almost as pretty as Mary? Really? Wow, thank you Marcus!" I said, kissing him on the cheek jokingly.
He ushered me out looking very red in the face. I laughed. That guy really needs to find himself a hobby other than Mary queen of Scots. I thought. He was probably in there right now kissing his picture and saying "So sorry to ever consider anyone was even CLOSE to as pretty as you my dear..."
I bumped into someone and almost fell backwards, but I caught myself in time. I looked up, and saw my mother, primped and pressed, in a lovely black silk dress.
"Ahhhhh! Oh- it's only you Dantes... you gave me a fright!" She glanced around suspiciously. "Dear, I'm going to be... erm... busy for a while. Won't you greet the guests for me? Thank you dear!" And she walked off before I could say anything. Where was she going? What was she doing? Hmm. Probably some last minute preparations or something. I thought.
Right. Greeting the guests. I reminded myself. I rushed down the stairs as quickly as I could in my heels, and walked over to the grand entrance. I breathed in slowly, and then out. I then opened the door, and Bellatrix and some rather thin, gaunt, pale faced man stood there with her.
"Bella! So glad to see you!" I said, with fake cheer that I knew couldn't show. I had perfected the art of pretending to have different emotions than what I really do. Only people like my mother and VERY close friends could tell when I was pretending. "And...?" I looked at her escort inquiringly.
"Flacus. Flacus Evalu." He said, in a rather stiff voice.
"So good to meet you Flacus, I am Dantes Demion."
I welcomed them in, but had to rush back to the door almost as soon when someone else arrived.
"Professor Snape! Er... Welcome!" I said surprised.
"Thank you, Ms. Demion... " He said, his silky voice which was smooth as ever. I welcomed him in as well, but had to once again rush back to the door and when another couple arrived.
This continued to go on, until the Malfoys arrived, and mother came back from whatever it was that she was doing.
"Lucius! What a surprise! Why, we all thought you were still-"
"With the Dementors gone, there's nothing much there to keep anyone in anymore." He interrupted her smoothly.
"Oh, how wonderful!" She smiled brightly. Unfortunately, mother had yet to perfect the art of lying, and there was a hint of horror in her eyes. Fortunately no one but I saw it, and the introductions continued gracefully.
After the long hour that it took for everyone to arrive, I sat down on a chair with a cup of butterbeer in hand. I forgot how exhausting it is to say 'hi' to about 100 people was.
"You know, usually after the hostess greets everyone, they're supposed to mingle." A voice drawled behind me.
"You know, a hostess can sit down for a moment to have a drink." I said without turning around. Draco sat down at the chair next to me, a butterbeer in one hand, and a paper in the other.
"What's that?" I said suspiciously, pointing at the paper.
"It's a piece of paper. Seen one before?" He said smirking.
"You know what I mean!" I snapped.
"Tut tut. Another rule of hostessing. You're not supposed to get mad at your guests." I moaned. "But if you're curious about what's on the paper...
Dear Lucius,
I am glad to hear that you are out of Azkaban. Tomorrow, at the party, please come to my study at 10:00. We will be having a meeting for all the followers to attend. You remember what we discussed the other day? We will be running both ideas past the rest, and hopefully come to an agreement.
Sedecim
What do you think they're going to discuss?"
"What does he mean by 'the rest' and 'followers'? And... where'd you get that?" I said, feeling rather odd.
"Deatheaters of course. And I found it in father's study?" He smirked. I pondered the letter.
"What time is it?" I asked suddenly.
"9 o'clock." He said, bored.
"Hang on... Why aren't you going? You ARE a d-" He clapped his hand over my mouth.
"Quiet!" He hissed. I looked around and realized that several people were looking at us oddly. I also noticed three little girls who looked like they were about five years old were staring at us.
"Um... You are a draco... after all?" a draco! What was I thinking! Somehow, it seemed that the people and little girls seemed to accept this, and they went back to whatever it was that they were doing earlier and I let out a sigh of relief. The girls simply walked away and started playing what looked like hide-and-go-seek.
"Sorry." I muttered, feeling very embarrassed.
He looked very strained as he said "Whatever," Wow. That was easy. I expected him to go ballistic! "Anyway, I'm not exactly sure why I can't go. I have a feeling it's because I didn't kill Dumbledore, but professor Snape did."
"It's not your fault Draco. I mean, you weren't even 17 at the time." I said consolingly, as I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He sighed. AND the dark lord didn't even expect him to do it. He thought he'd die trying. I didn't say this though. Though it was quite obvious, I didn't want to be the messenger of crushing words.
Draco sobered up, and then snapped "Of course it's not my fault! How could he expect me to kill Dumbledore! I wasn't even 17! Only 16! And anyway. It's not Professor Snape anymore. It's just Snape."
And did you you know that 'just Snape is at this party'? I thought to myself. Better not tell him. "Right. Now, do you want to get into this meeting and see what they're going to talk about?" I asked, glad he was in a good mood again.
"obviously, but how?"
"We could hide in a closet before they come in, and then just stay there listening while they talk." It was a simple plan, but who knows, it just might work.
"Well... I suppose..." Draco said hesitantly.
"What time is it?" I asked for the second time this evening. Hmm... Maybe I should get myself a watch...
"9:15," Draco said grumpily. "What are we supposed to got for 45 minutes?" I glanced around. People were talking, laughing, sitting, eating, drinking, and dancing.
"Watch people dance." I said dully. So we watched in silence as people slow danced for a little while. Then draco snapped.
"It's boring watching people!" He said as he grabbed my hand. "It's much more fun when you do it yourself." He whispered the last part huskily in my ear, so I could feel his breath as it grazed my skin. He yanked me over to the dance floor just as the song changed. It was a tango. Slowly, we began the intricate and seductive dance. It took a hold of me. My heart seemed to beat in time with the music, and blood was rushing to my face as I became warmer and warmer. He's an excellent dancer, I remember thinking before I was swept back into the music, leaving no place for thoughts. It was exhilarating. Erotic. Exquisite. Then the song ended.
We left the dance floor breathlessly, and walked back over to our seats. I grasped my abandoned butterbeer and took a sip. It refreshed me. It cooled my face and I sighed as I put it back down. We sat there for a long while in silence. I gazed at Draco's normally pale face, which was now red from dancing. His normally perfectly gelled platinum-blond hair had stray strands everywhere. And his crystal blue-grey eyes, his beautiful eyes, were half-hooded, in... sleep? I guessed randomly. But he was staring right at me. I felt warm deep inside me, just from the look he gave me... Hang on... What am I doing? Oh my god, what time is it? We've been sitting here for ages! For all I know, the meeting could be over! Suddenly I felt terror replace the heat in the pit of my stomach.
"What time is it?" I asked, panicky, for the third time that night.
"You really need to get yourself a watch." He grumbled. Losing his happy and... how could I describe it? almost... relaxed air."9:45"
"Do you think we should go to the study now?" I asked.
"Fine." He said lazily. We walked up the stairs discreetly, even if someone had seen us they would probably think we were going upstairs to get some privacy I thought, amused.
"Right. Here we are." I said, as we arrived in front of his door. I felt awkward. I never went inside his study. Not unless he invited me. Perhaps it was a bad plan... But Draco tapped me on the shoulder and inclined his head, signaling to continue. I tried the handle. It didn't budge. Figures. I thought. I got out my wand and tapped the handle, saying in my clear voice:
"Alohamora." The lock opened, and we walked inside. I quickly closed the door behind us and locked it. Draco was inspecting a picture of my grandfather on the wall. He was actually quite famous. Linus Demion stood in his portrait smiling and waving. In the background was the wizarding bank. Linus had inherited gringott's from his father. That was how the current Demions got most of their wealth from. He gazed at Draco lazily.
"Never try to make it on your own... You've probably got some relative with a bundle of cash whose about to die!" Cried Linus happily.
I grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him over to one of the cupboards, pushed him and myself in, and closed the door. We stood there uncomfortably in the tiny closet for a few minutes until we heard footsteps coming.
Mwahaha! Cliffy! So please review if you want to hear back from me soon...
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TrubySCS3: Hehe, sorry about that. You're right, he was a bit odd then, I guess it was just because he was so sick of his mother and finally had someone to talk about it. I changed Draco around a bit in this chappie though.