Voldemorte's Downfall

Chapter ten: A Dangerous Secret

"Erick?" Hermione whispered. "But you're…you're…" "dead," Ciara finished bluntly. Chica shrugged. "Am I? I don't feel dead…" He frowned. "Who are you, anyways? I don't think we've met…" Loki jumped in. "This is Ciara." Ciara grinned. "Ciara Sorcha Sióbhan, at your service." Chica nodded. "Right. And you…?" He indicated Tomàs, who smiled weakly. "Tomàs Montoya." Loki laughed. "He's a little unnerved because he's already managed to get on Snape's bad side." "Settle down," Snape called. "Your potions should be finished by now. Bring a small flagon with your name on it up to me. Then you will clean up, and you may go." Loki finished up, but before she could lead Tomàs out, Snape called "Mr. Montoya? A word, please?" Tomàs shrugged back at Loki. "Go on. I'll catch up." Loki tried to hang back to hear what was being said, but Snape threw a look her way. "Get going, Miss Black, or you'll be in detention." Loki glared back at him, but walked out. She could hear Snape's voice, and Tomàs', but couldn't make out what was being said. Finally, he emerged, frowning. As soon as he saw Loki, however, he smiled. Loki smiled back. "Don't worry about Snape." Tomàs shrugged. "I'm not." Loki laughed. "Don't worry about Erick Chica, either. He's pretty much harmless, for a Slytherin." She giggled. "I'm kidding. He's cool. He can be a little…" She never finished her sentence, however, because Tomàs suddenly pushed her against the wall, his lips to hers. Loki shoved him away angrily. "What. The. Hell do you think you are doing?" Tomàs stepped back a bit, but kept Loki pinned gently to the wall. "Come on. You know we can't deny our feelings. I can tell in my heart we're meant to be." Loki's jaw dropped. "So that's an excuse for pinning me to a wall and trying to snog me?" Tomàs shrugged. "Well, no. I just couldn't resist you." Loki slapped him. "You bastard! I thought you were different! You listen to me. I am NOT some whore you pick up on the damn streets!" "Such language," Tomàs said with a small smile. "Loki shoved him off. "You are unbelievable." She began to walk away, but Tomàs caught her wrist. "Don't go. I'm sorry." Loki glared at him. "And you'll be even sorrier if you don't let go of me!" She jerked her wrist from his grasp and flounced away, furious. Tomàs slumped against the wall. "I almost had her. Another chance is all I need. Very soon, my Lord, she'll be ours." "Excellent," came the reply. "Good work, my young Death Eater."