Well everyone I just want to say thank you for all pf your results. That is of course with the exception of trasher09 who seems to think that 'your gay you need a life gilmore girls and harry potter do not mix the gilmore girls would throw rocks at him and burn him you suck.' Qualifies as constructive criticism I would ask that this person and any who share his view of my writing talent (or lack thereof) would not read my story or review it. Nastiness is not a help. I would also like to add that no writer should insult somebody else's work unless they know for a fact they can do better themselves. Trasher09 has yet to write one word of fan fiction and therefore has no right (in my opinion) to judge the work of someone else so maliciously. I truly hope none of my other readers have received comments from this person. And I thank those of you who continue to show you support to my story. On with the show… don't forget to review.
Chapter15- Revenge is sweet
It was a few short weeks after the Lane/Ron incident and Hogwarts was starting to feel like home to the Gilmore girls. Lorelia had managed to get most of the students respect without earning their hatred at the same time. The Slytherins of course being the exception to this. And Tristan was the exception to that.
His secret meetings with Rory had continued and they were both enjoying getting to know each other. The charms classroom was their safe haven because when they were in public they ignored each other whenever possible. They spent their hours alone reading, playing games of wizard chess and exploding snap (and occasionally Rory would try to teach Tristan checkers or backgammon) or completing their homework in companionable silence.
Tristan especially enjoyed these moments as it was a rare time when he was able to talk to someone with such an open mind and honest tongue. Throughout his whole life he had been brought up to believe that pureblood wizards were superior in both power and intelligence. Therefore these were the only people he had ever deemed worthy to associate with. Even when he had entered Hogwarts and had seen proof that his fathers teachings were sometimes wrong he had never gone against what he had taught him. His fathers words (in Tristan's eyes) were law.
He had built himself a reputation as a cold hearted Slytherin. Of course this image was not easily helped by his decision in his second year to join Malfoy and Paris in their Crusade against Potter, mudbloods and bloodtraitors. However when he had made that choice he had not anticipated the problems it may cause him, he had only seen it as a strategic power move. His father insisted that the connections he made within his years at school would continue to help him in later life.
Further more his father had taught him that women were inferior and were to be treated as such. In fact his father had given him more than enough examples of this thought over the years of his childhood. Of course not knowing what his father was doing was wrong he believed it was normal. As he got older he learnt how to manipulate females, his charms and good-looks helped a great deal. But this newly acquired 'skill' only boosted his reputation as a man in the eyes of a Slytherin and an evil snake in the eyes of the rest of the student body.
However it was now time for Tristan's bad choices to turn around and bite his behind. He was about to learn that bad luck only affected you when you had something to lose. And what Tristan had to lose was more than most. His six years of steadily building himself an image, His respected, his fathers approval and his family fortune now housed in one of Gringrott's largest vaults.
It was four o'clock on a Saturday afternoon and Tristan was due to meet Rory in fifteen minutes. "I'm going to the library" he said getting up from his chair. Malfoy and Paris were in the middle of a huge fight about the uses of dragons blood in potions and merely nodded in acknowledgement of his comment. Tristan was glad of this he had been worried that people would begin to get suspicious of the amount of time he was spending in the library. He privately congratulated himself on always being so determined with his studies as it was now proving to be a successful alibi.
Or was it?
Summer watched him head out of the common room with a satisfied smirk playing on his features. What in the name of Merlin was he doing? More importantly who was he doing whatever it was with? She would be damned if she didn't find out. Tristan had been unnecessarily cruel towards her lately and she was a Slytherin. She would get her revenge by uncovering whatever it was that Tristan was trying so hard to keep secret. "See you later" she bid pansy and Millicent goodbye as she quickly followed Tristan. Stealthily she followed the head of blond hair through corridors and up staircases finally she watched his form disappear into a classroom. It was an awful far way off from anywhere, was the first thought that ran through Summer's mind. The second was finding out what was so important that Tristan would keep it secret.
She crept slowly towards the door. As she got nearer she heard a laugh, the laugh of a girl. This was certainly getting interesting. Why would he hide a conquest, after all he'd never bothered to do so before. In fact he'd bragged about every girl he'd ever had, including that dippy Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff. She Came level with the door and stood up on her tiptoes in order to see through the small pane of glass at the top of the door.
What she saw made her smile. Not a happy smile. But one which dripped of malice and revenge. This was too good to be true.