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Riddle Me This
Chapter 7-
The Masquerade was a big hit. Almost all of the upperclassmen had shown up. Draco had to admit the Heads had done a good job (no matter how much he wanted to strangle Triply).
The Great Hall was unrecognizable as were many of the people. He had searched everywhere for Amara but he had been unable to find her among the crowds. It was only an hour after the ball had begun, but Draco had already danced with four different girls and exchanged kisses and molestations with at least two of them.
Even though Draco was set on Amara, he was still a slut. Old habits die hard.
And being that his new dress robes made him look extremely hot, didn't help either. He was wearing emerald green robes with a cape that went over one shoulder. That, added to his slicked-back hair, gave him an aristocratic look. His mask was a simple one that merely covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose. It was white but the edges and around the eyes were outlined in dark green.
Suddenly he heard a girl say, "Look!" to her friend. Draco glanced where she was pointing, curiosity mixed with boredom getting the better of him. What he saw took his breath away.
There at the door of the Great Hall was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Amara was dressed in a long silver-green gown. It had a corset top and a long flowing skirt. Her short black hair was pulled into a French twist, jeweled combs surrounding it. A few rowdy black strands framed her face.
Her mask was the most original he had ever seen. It covered her eyes and the bridge of her nose like normal but then the two sides trialed down into two points on her lower cheek next to her jawbone. It was white but the closer he got; he saw that it had pale green glitter on it. Her eyes were shimmering with silver eye shadow surrounding the visible part of her eyes and her gold irises sparkled in dark delight.
Draco watched as Jeff Triply approached her and gave a half-bow. She smiled and turned in a full circle for him. The back of her dress was laced up so everyone got a nice view of her back. Draco had to bite his tongue in order to gain control of himself.
He watched as Triply led Amara onto the dance floor and they began to dance. Draco felt the fury rise in him. How dare she dance with him? He waved off a girl who had tried to latch onto his arm and began stalking through the crowd. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his eyes away from the couple.
Suddenly, Amara turned his direction and smirked. His jaw dropped. She turned back to Triply and laughed at something he had said.
She's enjoying this, he realized with disgust, she knows exactly what she's doing to me and she likes it. Renewed by this revelation, Draco walked up to both of them and got in their way, forcing them to stop and look at him.
"May I break in?" he asked with a fake bow. Triply glared at him but he was to passive to say no, so he held out an arm, then walked away with one last look at Amara. Amara took his hand and they began to dance, her face, however, was far from pleased with the arrangement.
"What do you want?" she asked, with a growled as he twirled her.
"I want you to smile," he replied, holding her tighter around the middle. She pushed him away.
"Like I do with Jeff?" She gave him another one of her famous smirks. She knew how to push his buttons. More like, pound them.
"Why should you be kind to him and not to me?" Draco dipped her but stayed down.
"Because you are the bane of my existence Draco Malfoy," she sneered. Amara pulled herself back up and forcefully kicked him into the next few steps of the dance.
"And how is that?" He recovered gracefully then took the lead once more.
"You know the answer to that question," Amara whispered softly.
"No, I don't," he pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. She pulled away and snarled.
"Than you are dumber than I thought!" She pulled away from his grasp and left the Great Hall. Draco stared dumbly for a moment before gathering his wits and following her. He found her at the edge of the Great Lake, staring into its depths. He reached for her and took her arm, forcing her to turn and look at him.
"Tell me," he demanded, "what's hiding behind your mask?" Amara pulled away and turned her back on him once more.
"How do you do this to me?" she murmured. He reached out and put his hand hesitantly on her shoulder. She brushed it away, but turned back to him. "My Grandfather taught me to be strong and keep emotions form bothering me! Then you come along and I can't do it!
"Why is it that every time you come close to me I want to kill you, but at the same time I want to throw my arms around you? Why is it that every time I see you in the common room or in the hallways, wrapped around some girl I want to rip her throat out! Why do you do this to me?
"I have only known you for two months! I am the great fucking granddaughter of the fucking Dark Lord and I am falling for a traitor!" Amara gasped with the effort of saying the last part in one breath, then shook her head.
"You want to know what's behind my mask?" Amara touched the tip of the pale green fabric covering her face. "It's you. I don't know how you got there, but you are. You bruised my heart just like you bruised my face."
Draco touched the edge of her mask tentatively, his eyes glistening with un-fallen tears. His hands moved down to the tips of the mask then cupped her face.
"I don't care who's your grandfather, I don't care how cruel you are to me. You are the only girl I've ever met that frightens me, the only one who makes my heart quicken," he whispered. "I want you, Amara." He took a step closer and pressed his lips gently on hers.
Surprisingly, Draco felt her hands come around his neck and pull him closer as she returned the kiss. The kiss was passionate; it tasted like tears and cherry lip-gloss. Draco sighed in pleasure and wrapped his arms around her waist.
After what seemed like forever, Amara pulled away. She removed his hands and held them in her own.
"There are things I've done that you wouldn't understand." Draco shook his head.
"I would say the same thing, but I have the feeling you would. We have similar dark pasts and the same dark future." After a long pause, Amara rubbed his hand and held it to her cheek.
"My grandfather cannot know about this. He doesn't want me near you unless it is to injure you." Draco smiled weakly.
"You injure me every time you come near me." She smiled. The moon reflected on her face, lighting up her golden eyes. "Do you still want to teach me?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes."
They left the lake, but went back into the castle separately so they wouldn't be seen together. Draco went back into the ballroom, almost floating with happiness. He heard Amara's voice from a distance and turned to look. He saw Triply come up to her.
"What happened?" he asked, touching her shoulder in a comforting way. She didn't push him off to his surprise.
"Nothing," she returned, avoiding his gaze.
"Don't lie to me." He led her to a quieter place and Draco followed at a distance. "You have a look in your eye that I've never seen before." Amara took a deep breath.
"I can't tell you."
"Your eyes say different. You look tortured."
"He would be killed if I told." Triply realized she was serious and nodded in defeat.
"Just be careful 'Mar." He walked away from her and she stood there for a moment alone before leaving the ball.
