When the Dark Lord Voldemort said, Let's get some Lunch.

I should have expected it to be in some sophisticated Italian restaurant in London.

I should have dressed more appropriately for this. I thought then started staring at the Menu in front of me. Italian, good thing Hermione insisted to learn Italian. Apparently, it's a language closest to Latin.

'Is everything alright Miss?' The waiter asked, with slight irritation in his voice. 'Is there anything you can't understand?'

I looked up to the server and grimaced. This guy is clearly looking down on me.

The man was obviously disgusted by my unruly appearance something that does not fit with the sophistication of the place or my cosmopolitan companion.

Speaking of him, I glanced and saw his eyes narrowed at the waiter.

Not wanting to cause a commotion, I said with a slight smile. 'Va tutto bene, avrò una limonata dolce e Penne all'Arrabbiata.'

The waiter looked surprised. 'Uh-um. Excuse me?'

"Oh, did you not understand?' I said innocently. 'I said,It's all right, I'll have a sweet lemonade and Penne all'Arrabbiata.'

The man looked embarrassed and immediately turned to Tom. 'How about you sir?'

Tom had a smug but proud smile on his lips turned at my direction as he replied. 'Slow-Roasted Porchetta and a bottle of Amarone.'

'Is there anything else?' The man asked.

'Leave.' The dark lord replied.

The man scrambled away still embarrassed.

'I didn't know you speak Italian.' Tom started.

'Hermione insisted learning with me.' I replied.

Tom leaned towards the table, elbows resting on the surface and his aristocratic jaw placed upon the back of his hands. 'She's your Muggle-born friend, am I correct.'

'Oh.' I said surprised. 'Uh, yeah she is.'

'What's with that reaction?' He asked.

'Well, I didn't expect you to call her muggle-born.' I stated meekly.

He pulled away from the table and pulled my resting hand within his reach. 'I didn't think you'll appreciate it if I called your best friend such derogatory term when I'm trying to be on your good graces, Hyacinth.'

'Oh, that makes sense. Thanks.'

'Now, I didn't think you would do that. I expected for you to let it go and let him with his merry way.'

I turned my eyes to our joined hands and slightly blushed. 'I knew you would not let it go besides I can take care of myself.'

'I know you could.' He started. 'You are a descendant of very powerful noble families in both worlds, we can't have him look down on you.'

I looked back at him and smiled. 'I guess, I should thank you for attempting to defend me.'

'You're very welcome my dear.'

'It feel surreal, all my life I thought all that my parents left me was that trust vault.' I began. 'I didn't expect to be that rich.'

He did not say anything and continued to listen.

'I knew Dumbledore was hiding something from me but what claims did he have to control my life or the people around me.' I gritted out angrily.

Tom let out a sigh and replied. 'When I first met Dumbledore, I knew from the moment our eyes met that he distrust me based on what the others said about me. He didn't try to understand why I was the way I just assumed that I only know hatred and I would bring harm to everyone around me. That's why Dumbledore and I are always at each others throat.'

'I didn't know that.' I replied.

He gave me a charming smile and said, 'You barely scratched the surface my beloved.'

I flushed and thought. I wish the food would come sooner.