Chapter Six

Draco meets his guests

I wasn't nervous. That would be rediculous and stupid.

They were just people my age. Four of them. This would be child's play.

Or it would have been. If I had known who was coming. But you see, like all my ancestors, I was arrogant and so had never sought the truth, believeing I could manage through on my own.

I was standing in the great hall of my manor at four. That was when I had told the drivers to have them here by. I wasn't pacing. Aren't you proud of me?

The doors opened and a blonde stepped in somewhat bemusedly, as though she didn't know why she was there. I recognized her at once and felt both startlement and relief.

Luna Lovegood. She was a little off her rocker, always had been. But she was a decent girl and never intentionally hurt any one.

Damn training had actually effected me. I now saw some good in people. Not by my own choice, I'll have you know.

"Good evening."

"It's only four." She announced. I just had to get a politically correct patient.

"Close enough. I trust you have your application?"

She held out the three sheets of paper that I had had sent to her. As you can imagine I had no idea who I had sent these papers to. You could not pay me to do paper work.

I flipped through the papers, really only looking for the superior's note. There! Chronic Depression occasionally manifesting itself since her mother's death. Recently a bit of temper.

I read all that in less than a second. I love speed reading.

"Very good. Jefs will take you and your things to a room. Dinner is at seven. You're free to look around until then. Jefs will take you to dinner at five til seven. You don't need to dress up, though it might be nice."

See? I can be polite and non evil. Ok, so we're still working on the second part.

We is me and my not dead yet Grandfather.

Luna was led away by Jefs who magicked her trunks off to the second floor where the guests would be staying.

I was about to relax when the doors burst open again and a very irate Hermione Granger stormed in, followed by and equally irate and besotted Ron Weasley.

Well hell.

I guess I should be more careful about my screening processes.

They shoved their papers at me and I barely was able to get out the welcoming speil before they were gone. I looked at their doctors notes. Granger- Homophobia mixed with equal parts paranoia and feminine rage. Weasley- Rage and sexual frustration.

Something I really didn't need to know.

"Don't bother."

I turned around. In the hubbub of the two starcross'd lovers, I hadn't even noticed the smallest Weasley come in. Not that she was so small any more. She was still shorter than her brother, but taller than Granger. And in... um... other departments, she was certainly not puny.

"They don't notice anything other than each other."

She handed me her papers and nodded to the small elf. I caught a whif of jasmine and moonflower. Damn. She smelled good.

Out of curiosity, I looked down at her notes.

Depression. Self denial. PRS.

I frowned at that last one. That couldn't mean what I thought it did.

Because my training taught me that PRS meant Post Rape Syndrome.

(A/N: Gasp! I know Julie hates me now.