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Chapter 4

Snape sat me down in the chair closest to he door and proceeded to warm up leftovers. The kitchen was small and cottage like, seeming missplaced in the manor. The counters were bare and I was seated at the small square table in the center of the room. Those were the most prominent features the room had. I'd never even thought about who cooked here. I'd heard about how the Malfoys had lost their house elf a few years ago by having inadvertly freed him, due to Potter of course. I guess I'd just assumed they'd aquired a new one. But Snape had pointed out Narcissa as the cook.

"Eat." he demanded placing a plate of roasted chicken and potatoes with a side of broccoli in front of me and a half empty pitcher of pumpkin juice on the middle of the small table.

When he became satisfied that I'd started to eat he sat across from me and conjuered two glasses and filled them with the pumpkin juice. He slid one of the glasses over so I took a drink. Snape laughed when I made a face, which just pissed me off more. I couldn't help it though, the odd taste mixed in with the seemingly familar one. I'd tasted it once before, what was it?

"You spiked it." I stated once I figured out what the taste had been. Whiskey, of course. My old freinds had done the same thing in school one time, whiskey in pumpkin juice to fool teachers.

"No." he answered as if it had been a question.

"You liar." I accused him.

"I'm not lying. You said I spiked it and I didn't. Lucious did this morning." he said smirking again, glad to be right.

I stared at him. "In the morning! what kind of a person drinks alchol in the morning? I know, an alcholic that's who. But why would-nevermind, I forgot who we talking about."

"Your welcome." he ingored my comment.

"Whatever." I said not wanting to satisfy him any more than he was already.

I finish my meal slowly after chugging down my glass of spiked juice (which I was happy to see being refilled almost immediately) to prevent myself from vomiting everything back up as soon as got to my room.

"Better?" he asked when I'd cleaned my plate and emptied my glass. And as much as hated to admit it, I felt much better. I was more aware of my surroundings and my muscles now felt dull and numb instead of extremely painful.

"A bit."

"Well," he sighed "I'd hoped for more but I'll take what I can get. Do you think you can walk decent now?"

"Yeah" I said as he took my plate and our glasses to the sink. After he quickly rinsed the dishes he walked backed over to me. I stood up with more ease than I had previously.

"Good. Lets get you to your room and then I'll leave you alone."

We walked in silence all the way to my bedroom. "Well, have a good night." he'd said when we reach my door, then turned to back track to wherever it was he was headed.

"Hey," I called after him and he'd turned all to eagerly, or was it just my imagination. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment before answering carefully, "Do you honestly think I'm a souless bastard."

"No, not really. I wasn't trying to insult you. Nevermind." I said opening my door.

"I saw you nealy pass out. I couldn't just leave you there at the mercy of anyone who might walk past and with your luck it be Bellatrix. What kind of person would that make me?"

"Oh. Most Death Eaters, especially the good ones, don't give a damn what other people think."

"I don't care what anyone else thinks about me, I care what I think about myself."

"Oh god this is a moral thing. I should've known. Well whatever gets you through the day." I said and proceeded into my bedroom. Then turning back I added "Oh, um thanks I guess." He'd already turned to leave again but he mumled back what sounded like "Yeah, your welcome." and kept walking. With that I shut my door gently, fell onto my my king size bed that felt like a cloud and passed out in a good way. I needed a good long 12 hours of sleep.

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FYI: Probably changing the name of the story