TITLE: Dangerous Liaison
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: Angst
SUB-CATEGORY: Suspense
RATING: PG-13 to R. There's some swearing, some trickery, some sexual content.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Harry Potter AU - Alternate Universe.
CAST: Lena Snape (OC), Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Krystal Wood-Snape (OC), Sirius Black, Narcissa Black-Malfoy, Mia Carmola-Black (OC), Angel Raye (Malfoy) (OC), Dravin Black (OC), to name a few for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for Lena Snape and credit to Krystal Wood-Snape and Dravin Black. Everything in this story is fiction, and I'm keeping this as true to the work as J.K Rowling, as physically possible, while creating my own scenario, inside of the Slytherin house, and lifestyle. Hopefully, my initial story will come out as good as my idea… haha. Just to state, this has little to do with the actual events in the stories, though - you'll notice some authentic quotes.

Note: In this, I'm going to do whatever it takes to make Draco AND Lena respectively, two of the biggest antagonists you've ever seen. Let's see if I succeed. Also, aside from the obvious, this has nothing to do with "Heir Of Snape". So don't assume things because you've read "H.o.S" to the point it went.

Chapter Seven: The Unsuspected Pt. 2
Year Three At Beauxbaton's

She prided herself on being exclusive. She more than not prided herself on having the best of everything. From friends, to objects, and more over, things for herself. Lena Snape was proud to say that all of those invited to her mid-summer fiesta were some of the best. She wasn't stressing out about planning it, she hadn't even asked her mother and father's permission to have it. She just said she was, and her parents said it was perfectly okay. She was Severus and Krystal's princess…why would she be disciplined for something like that?

Popularity was key.

The party was a day long ordeal which had Lena's friends Bernadette, Charlize, Xavier Varden, another girl - a red head, named Cameron Storm (a sixth year at Beauxbaton's), amongst Oliver Wood, Graham Montague, Dravin Black. Lena didn't want EVERYONE she associated with at this party. Only specific ones, so they could speak of it and others would be jealous. She always liked being the purpose of another's jealousy. It made her feel, good. Elated even. She lived to make others envious of her. She was well on pretty for her age, she had her fair share of money, and fair share of wit. But most of all, she had her fair share of fair-weather friends that she could pick and choose at will.
That was the greatest thing for her.

The house elves worked extra hard that morning trying to ensure that everything was perfect for Lena's get together. Everything was going to be perfect, or Lena was going to kill someone! Figuratively speaking of course? Krystal and Severus let Lena sleep until almost ten that morning, when Oliver, Dravin, and Graham arrived. They made it via the same portkey from Dravin's flat where he lived with his mother, Professor Mia Carmola-Black, who also worked at Hogwarts with Severus. Lena dressed quickly, in every-day average clothing (blue jeans and a white tank top) and headed down to the foyer to greet her guests.

"Oliver!" She said with a smile, as she walked up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "How are you?"

"Bloody well, look atcha… yer dressed ta kill arentcha?"

"Aren't I always?" Lena flashed a smile as she turned toward Graham. "Montague, yes?"

"That's right." Graham said with a smile, but was pleasantly surprised when Lena hugged him too. "Nice to see you again."

"Likewise." Lena said as she turned finally to Dravin Black. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, having to stand slightly on her tip-toes to do so. He was taller than she by a few inches. Dravin laughed a little, reaching down to hug her. "I don't think I've told you that you're too tall, have I?"

"You just did." Dravin said with a chuckle, as he hugged her back. "Been well, Mademoiselle?" Dravin asked with his best French accent, and Lena smiled.

"Oui, trés bien Monsieur Black." Lena said as she bowed her head respectfully. So the way to her heart was a romance language? How lovely.

The party got under way once Xavier, Charlize, Cameron and Bernadette got there. Bernadette brought her brother Thomas along for the event. It was an all day affair that was fun, food, and just conversation amongst them. Dravin especially managed to sway Lena's attention from the group. Oliver had no issue noticing this, and found it to be pretty funny. The only one who wasn't amused, was Xavier. He wouldn't bring it up there, though, as Lena's father was present.
But at school? It would be brought up.

Lena had also made Graham promise to act as if he didn't know her at Hogwarts. So nothing was started. Graham agreed without question.

--

The party was the half-way mark between school ending and restarting. After it though, the wait seemed short in going back to Beauxbaton's. Her shopping was finished early, and Lena was all packed up and ready to go almost a week before school restarted. She went with Oliver to do his shopping though, as he was now a sixth year. He was going to be dealing with plenty more than Lena. With Lena and Oliver, went Dravin. And normally in Diagon Alley… Dravin would run into someone not so special. Someone that he could do without seeing. His 'beloved' cousin, Draco Malfoy. Sure enough, Dravin, Oliver and Lena were noticed by a couple of platinum blondes, who were slow in emergence from Knockturn Alley. Lucius and Draco.

"Well, well…" Draco said with a sneer, as he noticed Oliver and Dravin. At first, he didn't notice Lena, as Oliver stepped in front of her. "Wood, tell me, why do you associate with this loser anyway? You should be a man of class… after all, doesn't my sister fancy you?"

"Can it…" Oliver said at once, as he glanced toward Dravin and then behind his back at Lena. "Let's get out of here before something starts."

"I think that, wise…" Lucius said as he too sneered at his marital cousin in Dravin. "I mean, isn't it past curfew for children of accused murderers?"

"Would you both stop it! Leave Dravin and Oliver alone."

A voice snapped out of nowhere. Literally, to Draco and Lucius. A young raven haired beauty stepped out from behind Oliver, her now sapphire eyes gleaming through anger. Lucius knew of this girl at once. She looks like her mother… He thought to himself, noting the resemblance between Krystal Wood and this girl. Lena's eyes peered right at Lucius, who said nothing to the girl. He merely smiled.

"Why, Miss… it's surely not what you think."

"I have EYES, you know." Lena spit out at Lucius, who looked a little taken aback. Lena crossed her arms across her chest, as Dravin looked borderline impressed. She stepped forward, pushing one hand against Dravin's chest, one against Oliver's; pushing them behind her. "AND I have ears. I have full use of both, old man… unlike you, more so."

"Watch it, Lena…" Dravin whispered, and Draco's eyes flickered familiar. He said nothing. But Lucius would be the one to test the girl's temper. After all, he wanted to see if she was entirely like her mother, or more like her father.

"Don't tell me to watch it…" Lena snapped at Dravin. "I can handle myself, and you if need be. You don't exactly seem the type to step up, Black."

"Couldn't have said it better myself…" Lucius said, mimicking his son's thought. "May I ask your name, Miss?"

"Lena S-" She paused softly, as she glanced at Oliver. He immediately began shaking his head, and Lena knew... "Wood. Lena Wood." She inertly sighed Snape. Lucius smirked knowingly. He knew she was lying.

"Well, Miss Wood... You have quite the mouth on you. Are you always this temperamental?"

"If need be." she answered at once.

"Is this one of those times?" Lucius again asked, and Lena tilted her head slightly to the side, eyeing Malfoy.

"Do you have a POINT, Mister…"

"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy. My son, Draco." He gestured. But then he realized he allowed his mouth to run off. I shouldn't have told her that... oh, what are you worried of, Lucius? She couldn't possibly know… "You address me correctly, though, Miss Wood. Mister is precisely what you should call me…"

"You'd best mind your attitude, Malfoy." Lena said with a glare. "I don't take any orders from any BODY. Especially not an arrogant prat like you. Nor would I take such from the IDIOT. WITH. THE. STARING. PROBLEM!" she directed her attention toward Draco, who's stare was interrupted. "That's what I bloody well thought. Let's go, Dravin… Oliver… I have some shopping to do…"

"Do spend your father's money, darling girl." Lucius said with a smirk. Lena sneered.

"I planned on it. Not like my father would deny my wishes anyway, Malfoy."

Lena intentionally pushed past the two Malfoy men, her shoulder brushing violently against Draco's, pushing him back a step. Dravin and Oliver walked right behind her, and Dravin had a smirk on his face. How could he NOT? A girl just put Lucius Malfoy in his place, and had Draco SILENT!

"Oh, Dravin?" Lucius's voice rang out, causing Dravin to stop dead in his tracks. "My darling wife wishes to know of your reason for not attending our party. She was aghast to hear her favorite cousin wasn't attending…"

Dravin's merriment turned to disdain, as he put his arm around Lena's shoulder and they walked off with Oliver. You could hear Lena muttering of her disapproval of his relation to them… Draco looked literally entranced. It took Lucius smacking Draco in the back of the head with his cane to get his son's attention.

"Think nothing of her, Draco. She's not in your league."

"I know…"

Lena heard the remainder of the conversation as they left for Gringott's, so she could get into her account with the goblins of Gringott's. Dravin was stunned, literally, by the amount of attitude Lena administered against the Malfoy's. How could he be anything less than stunned! Nobody stepped up to Draco at Hogwarts except Harry Potter. This was a GIRL, no less! And it wasn't so much against Draco as it was LUCIUS Malfoy!

--

The trip back to school would be an interesting one. After getting everything she'd need until Christmas Holiday, and then for there after, Lena was as giddy as ever to get back to Beauxbaton's. She had completely forgotten how things went at her party with Xavier. In fact, she didn't care enough TO remember. Was her actions so terrible? She was merely paying attention to one of her more… favored guests.
That was a crime now, wasn't it?

Xavier didn't speak with her like he normally would on the way to Beauxbaton's. Charlize on the other hand was exceptionally talkative. As was Bernadette and Cameron. The girls spoke of the sales they found, their shopping adventures, and naturally of boys.

"Who was the blonde?" Charlize questioned, "He was… trés beau, Lena…"

"Dravin? …The blonde was Dravin Black. A friend of my cousin Oliver." she tossed a knowing look at Bernadette, who just giggled. "He is said to have taken fancy to me, but after defending his butt in Diagon Alley… I couldn't date him. He's too much of a pansy against his family."

"Who is his family?"

"The Malfoy's."

Charlize went deathly quiet. Lena explained the fact it was through marriage, but the mention of Dravin's father, Sirius Black, made both Charlize AND Bernadette go deathly quiet. Lena didn't see the big deal. She hadn't paid too much attention to much of the sort up until now, so wouldn't start now in the caring aspect.

"They're nothing special, really." Lena said surely. "What's so ultimately shocking about the name Malfoy? Let alone the name Sirius Black? I don't listen to wizard gossip. I don't listen to gossip period. I hate drama."

"Sirius Black is a convicted murderer, Lena." Bernadette said quietly, as that seemed to key the Snape Princess's attention. "Apparently, Black killed twelve muggles and a man who was supposed to be his friend. Pettigrew, I think his name was…"

"He is a devious, dangerous man." Charlize continued. "My father met Sirius once, and said that he had eyes like the devil himself. He was a dark, dark man. Someone just to look at him, you would be scared to your most inners."

"And here I thought neither of you read more than Witch Weekly…" Lena commented coolly, but inside she was a little nervous. She had sent to trusting a man whose father was demented? What if Dravin was like that? What if that man, Lucius Malfoy, was right about Dravin? Lena's stomach was flipping. "I'm not concerned."

"You really should be." Charlize said quickly, "Do not be a fool, mon ange, please… especially if Monsieur Black is anything like his father…"

So Charlize seemingly read Lena's mind. It would be later in the year that Lena would receive a letter from her cousin Oliver about Dravin. A letter she was not too pleased to find. But leading up to that -- the usual happened. A battle of popularity between Snape and Delacour… with Fleur managing to sway all of the good girls, while Lena had her own array of somewhat moderate delinquents. Lena was far from a good girl. She never tried to be.
That's why her group of friends got along so well. None of them had that certain 'regard' for the rules. There was no point.

Madam Maxime, while in love with Fleur Delacour's ways, loved Lena Snape's as well. Said that Lena, 'reminded her of her younger self'. That -- slightly unruly but lady like standard. Lena was starting to shift away from her loyalty to an authority figure of sort. She had no more need for it. It was her third year at Beauxbaton's. She didn't have to try so hard. Her name was established, and she was set for life she figured. Or at least until Bernadette and Charlize graduated -- and THEN she'd need to associate with 'mongrels' her own age. That would be potentially devastating to her ego and her reputation…

Halloween came and past, and Xavier and Lena once again flaunted their dating. Xavier was still slightly bitter about the summer gala at Lena's home, where Dravin Black openly showed interest in HIS girlfriend. He was like, a Draco Malfoy of Beauxbaton's. Only, he wasn't as practical joke oriented as Draco, as he was at Hogwarts. Xavier was the serious, spiteful type. The only practical jokes he would ever be a part of involved someone getting hurt. Severely. Crazy, isn't it?

--

Christmas time came, and Lena was happy to be going home. She had heard that her father was getting a little time off. Mainly a couple days to spend with his family. Lena didn't know that Severus was bringing home a special 'gift' for his daughter. That gift, was her cousin Oliver. As soon as Lena got home, she immediately knew her father would be there… so went straight to his study on the second floor. But when the chair twirled around, she saw her cousin Oliver sitting in the chair instead of her father. She naturally let out a shriek.

"Oliver!"

"In the flesh, luv." Oliver smiled. "Didn't 'spect me, didya?"

"NO. I did NOT." Lena ran up and sat on Oliver's lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. "SO. How's Hellwarts? Still sucks?"

"Only certain parts. Like my supposed mate's attitude."

"Whom is this you speak?" Lena inquired, sounding overly professional as Oliver just shook his head.

"Dravin…"

"Oh? What's up with him? Acting like a cad, is he?"

"No, he's acting like a Malfoy…"

Lena's expression turned sour. That's all it took for Lena to be COMPLETELY turned off from Dravin. She made a note to herself to inform Charlize back from vacation, as her friend had taken a remote interest in Dravin Black.
It was just before the end of Christmas vacation that Severus approached Lena and Oliver, who were outdoors practicing their Quidditch moves, with a camera. Lena didn't know what her father had in mind, but Oliver didn't seem too concerned.

"What's that for, Daddy?" Lena inquired sweetly, as Severus just smiled.

"Wanted to get a picture of Daddy's princess for the album. You're in your beautiful little Quidditch gear… how could I resist?" Severus said with a smile, as Lena returned the smile.

"Of course! Can Oliver be in it, too?"

"I don't see why not." Severus said shortly.

Severus naturally had a mixed reaction about Oliver. Sometimes, Oliver was someone he could be very proud of as a nephew-in-law. But other times… the times where Oliver was all but singing choir praise of Harry Potter, Snape could have done with out. There was no denying, the only reason that Severus Snape tolerated Potter was for his own job. He couldn't let his baby girl not have a catered to life. That would have been ludicrous.

"Smile pretty, princess." Severus said, some-what cheerfully, as Lena smiled brightly. She sat on the broomstick with her legs crossed, dressed in full pale blue Beauxbaton's Quidditch robes, with a silver shimmering "Snape" written on the back. Luckily, the back wouldn't be shown. She waved lightly at the camera as she just barely hovered on the broomstick in front of Oliver.

"Like this, daddy?"

"Just like that."

Severus snapped the photo with Oliver in his full Gryffindor Quidditch attire. Oliver was significantly taller than Lena, almost a foot difference now, so he stood as she hovered on the broomstick.

"Beautiful, baby." Severus said with a smile. "This is going right in daddy's office."

"Can I see? Can I!" Lena hopped gracefully off the broomstick, and jogged softly toward her dad. "Please?"

"Of course, sweat pea."

She smiled brightly at the photo. She liked it? She never liked anything! Unless it involved her directly, and this… did. She commented about 'how come nobody ever told me I was so pretty?' and Severus naturally fueled her ego.

"I do every chance I get, princess." Severus said as he kissed her forehead. "And I'll say it again, you're a stunning young lass."

"Thank you, daddy." Lena beamed, as Oliver laughed a little to himself, shaking his head.

"You're not conceded, Le, you're obviously convinced."

"You don't think I'm pretty?" Lena asked, putting on her best frown. She even brought tears to her eyes. Oliver groaned.

"Don't tell me I've made me kid cousin cry…"

"Well -- y-you don't t-t-t-hink I'm pretty!" Lena stuttered as she shrouded her tears, and Oliver sighed.

"You're a bonnie lass, Lena. A… trés bonnie lass."

Lena immediately perked up. She loved hearing what she already knew. That was basically how the Christmas holiday ended though, with Lena turning another year older -- as her birthday was the second of January, she had turned thirteen. Finally! When she returned to school, her friends threw her a little party in the den of their dormitory, where only Xavier, Charlize, Bernadette, Cameron, and their chosen girlfriends were allowed to enter. Come on, they were a very close knit -- close chosen group!

"So you're finally thirteen…" Xavier smirked a little as he put his arms around Lena's waist. "How does it feel?"

"Like any other age, but it has 'teen' in it. More freedom…" She grinned a bit. "Except though, my daddy is going to be extra protective because, well, it's the most difficult time of my life, of course! Teens are very mixed up."

"You think your father would disapprove of my touching you?"

"Oh, absolutely."

"What about you?"

"Eh, it's okay…"

Okay! Xavier wouldn't lead on at that moment, but he was officially slighted. He was naturally offended. He didn't let go but after a little while, he did. Lena pushed him away to associate with her friends. She was going to be a difficult 'nut to crack' so to speak. Especially when Xavier's main goal with the heir of Snape was to go to bed. So he was nearly fifteen. Boys his age naturally thought this way. Especially when they were used to getting their way in absolutely everything.

--

Later in the year, though, Lena began to loosen up to Xavier's warming up. It was nearing summer though, so Lena would be going back home and doing what she normally would. Unfortunately, her reaction to what was happening at Hogwarts became more obvious when she was in the Grand Hall of Beauxbaton's, received Oliver's letters, and proceeded to suppress a frustrated scream.

"That, MORON!" She muttered to herself, slightly louder than she would have liked, and Bernadette heard her.

"What is it, Lena? Something the matter?"

"No…" She blatantly lied, and Bernadette gave her a knowing scowl. "OKAY… okay… so, Oliver…" She expected and received a sigh from Bernadette, and Lena rolled her eyes. "Yes, saintly Oliver, wrote me to tell me of Dravin, you remember… the blonde Black?" Bernadette nodded. "Had all but turned into a bloody Malfoy. He's all up in his nasty - disgusting - annoying little cousin's good side now. Ridiculous if you ask me!" Lena continued to vent. "AND NOW… Oliver is all but buddy-buddy with the little prick as well! What in the HELL does a girl have to do to get some order around here?"

"Go to 'Ogwarts?" Bernadette suggested, before shrugging. "I do not know…"

"Oh, this summer it will be resolved. You can bet your belle behind!"

"My behind is belle?" Bernadette giggled softly, trying to get Lena to loosen up. But Lena merely forced a smile, and re-read the letters.

She crumpled them up with a scowl upon her face, and as she was entering the Illustrious Antechamber of Beauxbaton's, threw the crumpled parchment into the roaring flame torch which lit the way. She didn't care that the crumple fell to the marble floor, and proceeded to burn into ash.
Lena made a note to herself, though…

She wouldn't speak to Oliver until he snapped out of his little crush on Malfoy's sister Angel Raye, the girl in which Oliver spoke of in the letters, and wouldn't speak to Dravin until he decided to smarten up. More over, she was dead set on staying with Xavier merely to spite Dravin. She had wanted to leave Xavier after meeting Dravin, and date him… because he was older, and very attractive. That would have done a number on her reputation! But now, she decided against that, and wanted nothing to do with the young Black master.

--

Summer vacation was merely days away, when Madam Maxime spoke to the school as a whole. The next term there was said to be a surprise in the works for the next school year, but things weren't set in stone as of that time. She merely said though, if the plan continued, that a few chosen students would be accompanying her to a neighboring academy, to spend some time as guests of honor. She gave the names of two of her pre-choices, though, which was no surprise to anybody who knew of Madam Maxime's 'favorites' at school.

"If ze plan continues forth, two of my girls coming wiz me… are Mademoiselle Fleur Delacour, et Mademoiselle Lena Snape."

The hall lit into a group of cheers, as Lena and Fleur both stood from their seats. Fleur blew kisses and smiled, and Lena merely acknowledged the cheers by bowing her head somewhat respectfully. She did blow a kiss, however, to Xavier Varden. That just made Varden smirk to himself.

"I 'vill be informing you during ze holiday if ze plan is still a go."

"Madam Maxime, 'vat 'plan' is zis you speak?" Fleur inquired, as Madam Maxime shook her head with a smile.

"I can not tell you. At zis moment, Mademoiselle Delacour. Mademoiselle Snape, do you 'ave any question?"

"No, Madam, I don't." Lena said shortly.

They sat back down, and the remainder of the farewell feast commenced. Xavier wondered if Lena would go, and naturally, she said she would. What did she care? To get away from school for a while, to visit another school? Hell, that would be a vacation in itself. Little did she know what it would be for.

The trip back home involved Lena writing letters. To Dravin and to Oliver. She had heard that Dravin was now living in the Malfoy Mansion, and was all but changing his last name Malfoy. She was disgusted. In both letters, she asked the boys not to bother her this summer, and little did she know how quickly she get responses from the pair of them. The minute she got home, she had two letters waiting for her as her mother Krystal got them for her.

"Honey, you don't even get home and your friends write. But this one is from Oliver…" Krystal seemed concerned. "Do you think everything is okay?"

"Sure it is, Mum." Lena said confidently, as she read the letters on her way upstairs to unpack.

Lena;

What was that all about? Don't bother you? What's the matter with you? Did you have a bad last month of school or something? Talk to me…
So what, I'm talking with Draco's sister… they're not blood relative so you can't take out that she considers Draco a brother against her. They're really good friends. They grew up together. Just like you and me! Is it so wrong?

Why don't we just meet up and chat? Come to lunch with me in Diagon Alley… I'll pay… I just want to talk to you in person about all of this so you can understand my sincerity. Maybe you could even meet Angel and judge for yourself…

-Oliver

Lena's reply?

Oliver:
No.
-Lena

Short, frank, to the point.
Dravin's letter was far less pleading though. In fact, he seemed like he was overly distressed… just by the tone to his hand writing.

Lena-

I understand you're angry with me. So is the rest of my family, my friends, and everyone I used to hold dear. You especially. I'm sorry if I've come off as a follower opposed to a leader… I'm not. It's just at a time I've been the most vulnerable to everything with my father, I'd expect you of all people to understand. If you can't I accept that. You have every right to believe I'm not worthy of your friendship. Oliver told me of the note you wrote him as well, and I get that you're disappointed, and even angry at us.
If/when you cool off, or want to talk, I'll explain whatever it is you want to know. But this may be the only time you can get a hold of me at the Malfoy Mansion…
I'm moving back with my mother in London.
I'll write you from there and explain.

Do take care of yourself, beautiful.
Talk soon, hopefully.

-Yours respectfully,
Dravin Black

Lena's reply?

Dravin:
Meet me in Diagon Alley… we'll talk…
I'm sorry I was so quick to judge with you…
-Lena

Talk about a choosy young woman, eh? It was the fact Dravin said he would not be living at the Malfoy Mansion that had her thinking twice about her haste. They'd talk, all right. And maybe, Lena would even find the answers she had been dying to get from her cousin.
Oh… about how Dravin felt about her for example?
If she got what she wanted, she'd be more popular than she already was. On a greater scale. The name "Black" was in the papers all the time…

And if she was to date the escaped Sirius Black's son?
Talk about your PR Outburst.

She still only thought of herself…

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A/N: Oh dear… this is where things begin to change. Let me explain how I'm going to do this from now on. Since Lena is GOING to be at Hogwarts for the infamous Tri-Wizard tournament in Year Four… the chapter will be joint. When Year Five comes… well, we'll get to that after Year Four ;) Hope you're enjoying the story thus far. R&R If you'd like. -M.S