Easy as Lying

AN: I hope you guys liked the last chapter, it was posted at an ungodly hour of the morning. I'm sorry for any mistakes in spelling and grammar. I don't have a beta.

Guest: Don't demand things from me. Just because I'm not gonna put her with who you want doesn't mean I'm gonna bash her. I like Hermione. I named my guinea pig after her. Granted I was 8, but still...

Enjoy! And, as always, R&R...

Chapter 4: I Like Shopping, I Like Shopping, I Like Shopping

I like shopping, I like shopping, I like shopping, I need stuff, I need stuff, I need stuff, don't rip Astoria's face off, don't rip Astoria's face off, don't rip Astoria's face off...

My mantra deteriorates progressively as the Greengrasses and I walk down Diagonal Alley. They need new dresses and robe for Draco's party and I need that and more stuff too, so I tagged along. Now I really wish I hadn't. Astoria has not shut up about how amazing Draco is and how "gracious" he is to let me come when I look like I do. I swear, she doesn't even think she's insulting me. She's just saying it like it's fact. We approach Madame Malkin's and to say I'm relieved that Madame Malkin's offered me a private room for measurements would be the understatement of the century. I sit in the blessed silence that is my dressing room and flip through a book of fabric samples while Madame takes the measurements if Astoria and Daphne next door.

I don't really mind Daphne, but she's not really someone I would go out of my way to be friends with. She's needy and demanding; not to mention prejudiced. However, she's not as loud as her sister and can actually do the things she brags about being able to do. Needless to say, she doesn't brag very much. We kind of ignore each other at Greengrass Manor. We acknowledge each other's' presence, but don't go out of our way to be overly rude or polite. I'm started out of my thoughts as one of Madame's assistants walks in with a magically twitching tape measure around her neck.

"Madame is currently busy with other customers and has sent me to take your measurements. Is that all right with you?" She said it so politely, yet she doesn't seem cold or closed off. I like her already. "OK. Let's get you measured and then you can rejoin he others." She states. I hold up a hand as she moves the let the tape work its magic on me.

"Actually, these are not my real measurements. You've sworn an Unbreakable Promise that anything you learn about me here is confidential, right?" I continue at her nod. "OK then." I take off my glamours and she gasps at the drastic change. She tries to hide her surprise, but it doesn't work very well. The girl clears her throat loudly, obviously trying to dispel her shock and get back to business.

"Well then. I'll just take your measurements and leave you with a fabric catalog to design your gown. Other than the gown your relatives will be paying for, is there anything else you wish to buy?" The tape flies off her shoulders as she says this and a magic quill scratches down all the measurements it takes. She smiles, professional once more. I smile back before replying.

"Yes. I'll actually need three plain black Hogwarts robes; five nice-casual robes, two in black and two in navy blue and one in olive green; three pairs of dress robes, black; and one black, long, and hooded cloak." I don't bother getting any underclothes because mine are charmed to extend in a way that my clothes aren't. She jots down my order on a notepad as the measuring tape finishes up with my measurements.

"Here's that catalog. I'll be back in a minute with your receipt." She smiles once more and leaves the room. I look through the catalog and have picked out almost all my fabrics and styles when she returns about ten minutes later. "Please sign here." I raise my eyebrows.

"What about the dress?"

"Your relatives are paying for it. This is for all your other orders. These will be ready in three days. On Monday, May 24. Please send a house elf to pick them up."

"K." I sign with a flourish and purse my lips, wondering if I should ask. I decide it can't hurt. "I'm new to the UK and I'm not familiar with ordering from a British catalog. How do you do it?" Her smile never falters and I can see in her eyes that she's not judging. She's really good at her job. I'm leaving a tip. She sits beside me on the waiting bench as she answers.

"You take your wand, put it to your temple, imagine your dress to the smallest detail, then pull your wand away from your skull slowly. It helps if you imagine the design is being sucked from your head by your wand. Then place it in the vial on the back. I'll take care of the rest." I nod at her, thankful for her assistance. She nods back and leaves as I do what she says. I choose everything I want since the Greengrasses are paying for it, but my gown is probably half as gaudy as Astoria's will be. I imagine it to the last detail and pull it from my head, placing it where she told me to.

I smirk as I imagine the look on Astoria's face as I reveal my new form and simple but dazzling gown.

Sorry, Cous. But I'm definitely going to be the jewel of the ball.

We leave Madam Malkin's and I turn to my companions.

"I am going to Gringotts to sort something out with my accounts" I smirk inwardly at Lord Greengrass's sour expression, "and then I'm going to run some errands. I will meet you back here in four hours." I turn on my heel and walk toward the bank before they can argue. Now I really do smirk. I walk up the gold gilded doors of the wizard bank and push them open. I saunter casually over to the nearest open teller. The goblin looks at me with disdain, but his eyes widen comically as he notices my inhuman aura.

"I would like a conference with Bloodtooth, the handler of the Wilde accounts. I have an appointment." I drawl.

"Of course, Mademoiselle Dragen. Right away, Mademoiselle Dragen." He leads me down white marble hallways to a set of impressive double doors. "Here we are, Mademoiselle."

"Thank you. May you enemies wither and your gold multiply." I mumble the traditional goodbye as an afterthought and completely miss the look of pleasant surprise on the young goblin's face as I push open the doors to reveal a Spartan office, only the bare necessities. A filing cabinet, a desk, a chair, and of course the expected gold moldings and vaulted ceilings of a Gringotts room. The most interesting thing in the room is the ugly wrinkled goblin sitting in the plain wooden chair behind the desk. I look around the room with a blank expression before turning to greet the goblin who must be Bloodtooth. I never met him, but my parents always told me that when I had control of the family vaults, I could always trust the goblin. "Greetings Bloodtooth. Am I correct in assuming that your enemies are dead and your gold endless?" I bow slightly at the waist as the seemingly bored goblin looks me over and nods his head decisively.

"As deep as the night sky." He replies. He hesitates before saying something else. "Greetings Miss Wilde. Am I correct in assuming your gold is overflowing and your enemies hunted?"

"To the ends of the earth." I smile wickedly, flashing my fangs. He starts, visibly surprised for the first time since I came into the room. He had no idea I wasn't human because I'm not close enough for him to sense my aura. He snaps his fingers and an expensive leather swivel chair appears across the desk. Its wheels spinning slightly without traction against the dark wood floor. He gestures to it and I sit without fanfare.

"I take it you are here to go over your vaults and inheritance." He continues at my nod. "I would also like to ask for you to do a heritage test. It will check and see if you are Lady, Heir, or Descendant of any old or extinct families." I nod once more. "And will check your power levels, report any special abilities, and tell us of any blocks on your magic. The Heritage Test will be first so we will do the vaults and Inheritance second. The Lordship ceremony will be last because it is notorious for leaving people disoriented and ditzy for a couple hours." As I say nothing to contradict this statement, he continues. "I will be back in a moment with the potion."

He leaves and I lean back in my chair. I really don't want more titles, but I really want to know if I have any distantly related family that I can reconnect with. Maybe Lord Potter will become a friendly acquaintance and I could eventually become good friends with my god cousin. I don't know. I feel like I'm grasping at straws because other than Charlie and Chelsea, I don't really have any friends. And the Greengrasses don't even let me see them. I'm lonely. This surprises me because I'm not the most social person, but I guess there comes a point where even the most anti-social person becomes lonely. Wanting to be alone and being lonely are two very different things. I want my mate with me. I feel a tight squeezing within my chest and then I start gasping. I can't breathe, but the feeling's only getting tighter the harder I try to suck in air. I start to panic. My heart rate speeding up to dangerous levels. No. I force my instincts to calm the crap down and take deep breaths. My breathing is almost back to normal when Bloodtooth reenters the room holding a small cauldron full of a bubbling clear potion, a piece of parchment, and a dagger. He explains what everything is for as he sets it on his desk.

"The cauldron is full of the Inheritance potion. We will need a hair, spit, and three drops of your blood; hence the dagger. Once the potion has been activated, I will place the parchment in the potion and the results will appear on it. Let's begin." I pull out a strand of hair and place it in the cauldron. As a result, the potion turns an obnoxious purple that hurts my eyes. I quickly spit in the shimmering potion and it turns a beautiful forest green. Lastly, I grab the dagger and slice open my finger, using my other hand to squeeze out three drops of blood. The potion turns gold and then reverts to clear again. Bloodtooth sets the parchment in the cauldron and it seems to absorb the potion without getting wet. The more potion it absorbs the more writing appears on the parchment. There begins to be so much writing that the parchment is magically extending itself. Depending on your viewpoint, that can be either good or bad. I kind of have mixed feelings right now. What am I going to find? My parents hid a godfather from me, what else were they keeping a secret? Why did I agree to this? Why am I still asking myself so many questions? My mental tirade is interrupted as Bloodtooth takes the parchment from the cauldron and reads it. His mask falls away and his eyes get wider and wider as they read through the list faster and faster.

"What is it?" I ask, my voice sounding much shakier than I wanted it to be. He clears his throat. A guttural sound that makes me cringe.

"Nothing bad. It's just a very...impressive...family history. Here." He hands me the paper. I stare at Bloodtooth in shock after I finish reading.

"Is this for real? He nods. I nod back, over and over again. "Okay...okay...okay. I can deal with this." My voice disagrees with me if the way my voice breaks on the last word is any indication.

Why did I do this again?

Why did I stupidly take an inheritance test without knowing anything about what I am?

And how in the world am I supposed to be a queen?

AN: Hey guys! Sorry about the crappy chapter. I was working on it at three in the morning last night, so it night not be the best. I don't really know where this story is going, so bear with me. Draco is going to be a creature in this, but I don't know what kind yet. Any ideas?

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