Tori could hear a heated discussion as she neared Bellatrix's room. A man's voice and Bellatrix's, obviously. She quickly slipped on her invisibility cloak and slipped into the room.
"Why does he wish to speak to me?" Bellatrix asked trying to control her temper. She was rubbing her temples.
"I don't know," Snape snapped, "I'm not him obviously. Only he would know that, now wouldn't he?" He was pacing back and forth in the room.
"Would you stop pacing? It's giving me a headache." He stopped and sat down in an armchair that sat near the fireplace. Bellatrix glanced towards the large, open window to her right. The sky outside was darkening. A storm was coming. It was quiet a couple of minutes before Tori removed her cloak and cleared her throat for attention. Snape and Bellatrix both looked at her solemnly.
"I hear that you have spoken with the Dark Lord, Severus," she said looking at him.
"I have. What of it?" he replied.
"What did he say? And how come you do not look like Draco? Why is it that he was punished and you were not?" she asked angrily. Trying to control her temper, she continued, "I need to speak to him. I believe that you know where he resides, do you not? So if you would be ever so kind, and tell me where that is, I would happily leave your presence."
"You know very well why that idiot, Draco, was punished and I was not. It's the Dark Lord's wish to do what he pleases. Neither you, nor I have any say in the matter. Not that it would in the end. The Dark Lord does not wish for you to know of his whereabouts, lest he would have told you. Do not ask me of his motives. For they are his alone," Severus replied nonchalantly, "However, I, too, am confused as to why I was not punished." Tori shook her head, as though trying to shake the words Snape had just spoken out of her head.
"Then I shall find him on my own!" she exclaimed and turned to leave, "Bella, your time is coming to an end. As is my father's. Treasure what you have left." She quickly apparated to Draco's room that Narcissa had left.
"'Ello, Draco, darling," she said quietly approaching his bed. His eyes fluttered open.
"Y- you put me to sleep at St. Mungo's, didn't you?" he said stifling a yawn and sitting up slowly, "I've been having to pretend that I was asleep all day because mother wouldn't let me alone." He adjusted his pillows and made himself comfortable.
"Care to join me, love?" he asked as an evil smirk flashed across his lips. She considered the thought for a moment.
"No," she replied, "What about your dear Pansy Parkinson? The one that I've heard ever so much about?" He stared at her a moment.
"There's nothing going on between Pansy and myself. You should know that," he replied after gathering his thoughts together. He knew that there was no way she would believe him without evidence. She nodded her head slowly.
"Anyways," she said changing the subject, "I came to see how you were doing. You seem to be fine, so I'll be heading back." She turned to walk away and felt him grab her hand.
"What?" she asked exasperated.
"Not even a good-bye kiss?" he asked sweetly giving her puppy-dog eyes. She shook her head and apparated back to the Burrow.