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Lies From Me To You
Chapter Three
Written: March 2005 – April 2005
Posted: July 19,2005
Saige raised an eyebrow, and Torri could tell that she was impressed, but she was hiding it. She glanced at Torri, and then at the elderly woman, and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, also the head of the house Gryffindor."
"That's nice." Saige smiled, and leaned over to Torri. "Do you have any idea what that meant?"
"Not a fucking clue," Torri whispered back.
"Thought so." Saige leaned back into her chair.
"Gryffindor is one of the four houses, and please Miss Malfoy: refrain from using profanity. Soon after this conversation, you will be sorted with the first years into one of the houses. We have Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." McGonagall eyed them.
"Well, I know what house not to be sorted into," Saige muttered.
Torri snorted, and looked away, trying to cover her laughter. The professor gave her a look of disgust, and turned to Saige.
"Dear, is there something wrong with that house?"
Saige turned away from Torri. "Actually; yes." McGonagall raised her eyebrows.
"There is a certain person in that house that I think is a complete asshole." Saige smirked, and Torri burst out laughing, no longer trying to cover up her squeals of laughter.
"It seems to me that no one in your family has ever been sorted into any other house."
"You see, we're not exactly the same as everyone else in our family," Torri said, relaxing back into her chair, putting her feet up.
"Well that's because they were messed up in the head." Saige sat up straighter in her seat, fixing the professor with a smile.
"If you'd follow me, please," The professor said, walking out of the office, choosing to ignore this last remark from Saige.
"Follow me please, oh please!" Torri said, mimicking a bad mimic of McGonagall.
"That was the worst impression of your life," Saige said, as she and Torri made their way to the Hall.
Torri stuck her tongue out, "Worse than the one of 'Cissa?"
"By a mile," Saige said, lining up behind the scared first-years.
McGonagall looked at them, "If there are any questions, please ask them before we enter the Hall. None? Alright, when we get in there we'll go in alphabetical order, with you two, " She pointed at Saige and Torri, "last." The first years followed her into the hall, one boy in particular looked as if he were going to pee his pants, by the way he was skipping about, which caused nervous laughs from the others.
"Last?" Saige repeated. There was anger in her voice, but she quickly brushed it off. "That's cool. As long as we're not first."
"Hey! now we can make faces at Draco, and he'll be like: I'm not related, but at the end, when they call our names, he'll have no choice!" Torri said, a little too happily.
"I guess," Saige said with a look of disgust on her face. "She's almost done. Merlin, I have the worst case of the butterflies."
"You? Come on you never get nervous. I have no clue where I'll be sorted, and at least you can have some kind of idea. After all, my mum was in Slytherin. For all you know, your mum could've been in any of them."
"Yea..." Saige trailed off, clearly not wanting to talk about her mother right now. "I just hope it's not Slytherin. That would be an embarrassment..." Torri gave her a look.
"Malfoy, Saige," McGonagall said.
"Wish me luck, darling," Saige said dramatically, walking through the doors, attitude in her step. You could practically feel the fear at her entrance, but there was also awe. People swung full around in their seats, and there were a lot of catcalls and whistles. Saige waved, and blew kisses, sitting down on the stool, waiting for the professor to place the hat on her head.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Torri was biting her nails, wishing she was as half as confident as Saige was. But never mind that. Next, it was her turn.
It took a few minutes for the hat to make its choice, and when it did, the cry of "Gryffindor!" was heard throughout the school. The table got up and clapped, (especially the male population) and joined her to the table as she sat down next to Harry.
"Malfoy, Victoria." Torri opened the doors, and stood there for a moment. She then took a deep breath, and started walking. Halfway there, she and Saige high-fived each other, a way to say congratulations, and good luck. Saige smiled, and crossed her fingers behind her back.
After what seemed like an eternity, Torri finally got there and sat on the stool, her heart pounding. Finally, the hat shouted, "Slytherin!"
She got up and started walking toward the table, looking over her shoulder to glance at Saige.
Saige sat there with a grin on her face, clapping with the Slytherins, mouthing," I knew it!"
"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. I would first off like to say: the Forbidden Forest is as usual: forbidden." Dumbledore announced, hands raised to quiet the loud Hall. At this word, Torri looked over at Saige, Saige looked over at Torri, and thoughts immediately began to fill both of their heads. "Second, I'd like to welcome our new Defense teacher, Professor Lee. Parting words: never tell someone a secret that you can't even keep yourself." With that, Dumbledore raised his hands and food appeared on the tables, and for a minute no one ate, contemplating Dumbledore's words, trying to figure out exactly what it meant. But everyone decided to worry about their Headmaster's weirdness another time, and focused on filling their bellies.
Saige looked at the DADA teacher and froze. She looked familiar to her...long dark hair...the figure...and the eyes...she had seen the same haunting eyes before. Saige couldn't tear her gaze away.
"Saige the food is over here. It won't feed you by itself," Harry said cautiously.
But Saige wasn't listening. She was still staring at the woman who looked so familiar to her. Finally, Professor Lee looked up, into Saige eyes, and froze also. Saige didn't blink. She was concentrating on her eyes. The deep blue of them seemed to tell so much, but so little.
Where had she seen these eyes before?
They just weren't the type that you saw on every other person, but they just seemed to draw her in as if she had no escape. Saige was oblivious to Harry's voice, until his hand found her shoulder, and she blinked, looking away. The trance was gone.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.
Saige nodded. "Just fine."
Slytherin Table
Torri, not knowing what was happening elsewhere, was in her own little world, a little world people would like to call the Slytherin table. Realization dawned on Torri's face after finding that the only open seat was by Draco, and after he just happened to "accidentally" elbow her.
"No way! You didn't tell me that if I was sorted into the same house as you I would have to see your fucking face every single day," Torri complained, throwing her hands up.
"You're not the only one who feels like this," Draco mumbled, grabbing some chicken. Pansy laughed, and Crabbe and Goyle smirked.
"Great. Just great. Daddy's gunna have a fit when you show up dead for Christmas break," Torri said, grabbing the apple juice and pouring herself a cup.
"Like I'll let you get that far," Draco snorted.
"Like you'd be able to stop me," She said, setting her cup down, and resting her head on her arm to look at Draco, raising her eyebrow to push the question further.
"You see, it's that kind of mouth that keeps you from getting anywhere," Draco said nastily, making the kids within earshot to burst out laughing.
"And how exactly would you know, seeing as I went to a different school, for what, five years?"
"I get enough of that mouth at home," Draco mumbled.
"Oh, mumbling are we?"
"If you insist I shout it, I will." Draco smirked.
"Go right ahead, make an ass out of yourself. Watch out, words have two meanings, or in your case, phrases have two meanings," Torri said picking up her apple juice and turning slightly to look at Saige, who, oddly enough, was staring at the Head table.
"You know, maybe I'll just let that one pass. Then again, maybe you're just scared."
"HA! You make me laugh. Scared of my little brother." Torri leaned over to whisper in his ear, " Don't forgot that I know you still wet the bed."
"And don't forget that I know what you do to yourself in the wee hours of the morning," Draco whispered right back.
"What, gunna tell everyone that in the "wee hours of the morning" I sneak downstairs and take alcohol from your father's' 'special' cabinet? Cause we all know that if you told everybody that, they would think you were chicken," At this, she pointed to what he was eating, "And have never had a drink in your life."
"You know that's not what I meant," Draco whispered in her ear.
"Really? What did you mean?"
"I know what you do. I've seen the scorch marks, the frames, and bits of pictures. I've seen the blood, the razors, and that box you are always trying to hide." Draco smirked, seeing terror flick over her eyes.
Torri quickly shook it off, "So I'm suicidal now, am I?"
"Yes," Draco said, not caring if she was or not.
"But did you happen to see who was in the pictures? If there are any, of course?"
"No." Draco admitted. "But I have a general idea."
"Believe me, no. No you are from the general idea."
Gryffindor table
"Saige, are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked. Saige nodded again, trying not to look at the Staff Table.
"Really, Harry. You're not my brother. I can take care of myself."
"Your look was pretty intense there for a minute," Ron said, he had just finished a mouth filled of food, that some little particles went on people sitting around him.
"Oh gross, Ron," Saige said, flicking the potatoes off of her. "I just thought I recognized someone there, for a moment. It was just a little shocking."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry pestered again.
"Harry, if you ask me that one more time, you will not be okay," Saige said through gritted teeth, making Hermione and Ron snicker.
"Sorry," He said, picking up a spoonful of corn.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped on you like that," Saige apologized.
"No, it was my fault."
"No," Saige shook her head.
"It was mine," Harry said, a small smile appearing on his lips.
"No it wasn't. Pass the green beans." Saige said, her hand out, waiting for them.
Ron reached for them. Saige slapped his hand. "Not you Ron."
"But you said "pass the green beans..." Ron started.
"I meant Harry. I guess I'll have to be more specific next time then huh?"
"Anyway, bit of a shocker there, Torri being sorted into Slytherin, isn't it?" Hermione said to them.
"Maybe..." Saige started. "But if you think about it, it's not."
"She didn't seem that bad on the train. You're a Malfoy and were sorted into Gryffindor. That hasn't been done since Sirius Black came from a Slytherin family but was sorted here," Hermione pointed out, always being the smart one.
"I dunno how it works," Saige said, eager to change the subject.
"I'm full," Ron said. He stacked all five of his dirty plates right on top of the other.
"Not surprising," Saige and Hermione said together. They laughed.
"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm beat. Can we go to bed soon?" Saige asked, yawning.
"Yeah, considering all of the food is already being cleared away," Harry said, getting up. "You guys coming?"
"Yea," They said together. And they headed out of the Hall.
Outside Slytherin Common Room
Draco, his goons, and Torri walked down to the Slytherin Common Room. After all, Torri said that she didn't know where it was and their father had told Draco to keep an eye on her.
"What's the password?" Pansy hissed to Draco, whose arm was around her waist. Torri turned away, wanting to vomit. Anyone with her 'brother' was just plain disgusting.
"Shouldn't you know? I mean, aren't you a prefect?" Torri said to Pansy with a roll of her eyes.
"I guess Draco was playing one of his mind tricks on me," Pansy said seductively, playing with his hair. Torri rolled her eyes.
"Draco? Play mind tricks? You make me laugh."
"No one asked for your opinion," Pansy said nastily, wrapping an arm around Draco as he kissed her neck.
"Was that an opinion?" She asked rhetorically.
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Pansy hissed, obviously not caring of she did or didn't.
"It seems you don't know what a rhetorical question is. I suggest looking it up."
"And I suggest you keep your suggestions and thoughts to yourself." Pansy stepped away from Draco, like he suddenly made her very cold.
"Just tell us the fucking password," she said, anger broiling at the pit of her stomach. Damn.
"Look, if I knew the fucking password we'd all be in there already," Pansy said, nodding her head at the door.
"Was I necessarily talking to you?"
"You might have been," Pansy said, disappearing through the crowd of students, calling, "Does anyone know the password?" Torri sat on the floor, resting her head in her hands, looking up at Draco. He gave her a cold look.
"What?"
"Why are you sitting on that floor?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Where else am I supposed to sit? It's not my fault somebody forgot to get the password from the heads."
"I know the password," Draco said, smirking.
"So what don't you tell us so we can all go inside?" Torri said, slowing getting off the floor, "Man, is that floor hard."
"Told you," Draco said. "I prefer to watch other people try and figure out the password. Until it gets late, that is. We could be here for awhile..."
"Hmm let me guess..." Torri looked like she was thinking, "Maybe, mudblood?"
"How did you know?" Draco said, leaning against the wall.
"Typical."
"You're right. Everything is like that with our lot," he said, making a move toward the portrait.
"Not to mention, almost all of you hate 'em. Typical, typical, typical," Torri said, following behind him.
"Why do you always repeat words three times?" Draco cautiously asked.
"You never saw the Brady Bunch, have you?"
"No, I don't watch those muggle shows you happen to fancy so much," Draco snorted a laugh.
"For your information, the person who played Peter was a wizard, a pureblood at that." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Those were a bunch of muggles..." Draco muttered.
"Some were muggles, but a percentage of those actors were witches or wizards. They were just playing muggles," Torri stated.
"As if you'd know," Draco muttered.
"I heard that, and I am smarter than I appear, thank you very much."
"Suuuure," Draco said.
"Fuck you."
"You wish." Draco snarled.
"Right. I love you so much, and I want to fuck you're lights out even though it'd be incest," Torri said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Well it would be better than sitting on your ass all day, wishing you were back in that disgusting school of yours."
"Disgusting? I distinctly remember you whining that it wasn't fair that Saige and I could go there and you had to stay here."
"Yea, that was a dream. And I happened to remember it well, because you were screaming about my ugly face appearing in your dreams."
"Like I dream about you..." she said. "Although there was this one time when I stabbed you forty million times."
"You know it's not a sin to dream about me..." Draco smirked. " I mean, I am...the sexiest man alive."
"Yeah, and I'm not really your sister."
"Yea and I'm the king of Peru."
"There is no king of Peru, you dumbass."
"Exactly."
"Whatever. I think I shall go to bed."
"Wait a minute," Draco said. "Come here."
Torri walked over slowly. "What?"
"Just watch what you do. Some of these people are vultures," He told her quietly.
"You mean you aren't the only one?" Torri said, making her way towards the dormitories. "I don't need to listen to your shit."
Gryffindor Common Room
Harry was seriously worried about Saige.
Saige was somehow even more quiet than she was at the Hall, and that was worrying Harry and Hermione. Ron was off somewhere...probably putting the moves on some girl. Harry and Hermione had discussed this problem in a corner, and they decided to cheer her up...hopefully.
Harry and Hermione slowly walked over to the couch where Saige was sitting. Saige didn't notice them...she was too busy staring into the flames. Hermione sat down softly next to Saige, placing her arm around her shoulders. Saige sighed, and Hermione jumped, letting out a small shriek of surprise. Harry nudged Hermione a little. Hermione mouthed a sorry to him. "Saige? Are you okay? Is there something wrong?"
Saige looked at them, shrugging. "I don't know...maybe." Hermione and Harry exchanged looks.
"Well, if it wasn't okay, what would you be worried about?" Harry said, trying reverse psychology.
"Harry, that was a bad attempt at reverse psychology. Something's wrong. I'll tell you that. I just don't know what it is."
"Sorry? Well, you know if you did know, you could tell us."
"Yea. And I would and all, but you see there's that whole part about me not knowing so..."
"Okay, but, I don't think that's what I meant. Is that what it came out as?"
"I dunno. What do you think?" Saige asked, a small smile on her lips.
"Umm... I think, I think...That we should go to the kitchens and get a piece of cheesecake," Hermione cut in.
Okay, that's chapter three...
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