A/N: Greek mythology ftw! XD

The Seventh Year

Chapter 11

The Necklace and Too Much Mythology

"This is the same damn thing as a tree, basically!" Erin hissed to Marisa, who was modeling her altered Helen of Troy costume in front of the mirror in their room during their free period Friday afternoon.

"You don't have to wear a crown," Marisa grumbled. "Or stand next to Zabini all night."

"You asked for it," Erin snickered. "Accepting something he would throw at you without knowing what it was first? Idiotic. Especially since I've told you since like fourth year that he totally likes you."

"Well," her sister glowered, "you have to wear that."

"Shut up, it wasn't my idea to be Persephone, ok?" Erin fumed. "Why does Draco think he makes a good Lord of the Dead anyway? Greek Gods. Great idea. I should have thought of that. But why couldn't we have been, like, Artemis and Apollo or something? That would have made more sense."

"You're clearly not related. Would make no sense."

Erin waved her dress in front of Marisa's face. "So this makes sense?"

"At least it isn't called incest," Marisa deadpanned.

"Oh, you're impossible! We're not like that, at all!"

She rolled her eyes. "Just try it on. The vines won't make you look like a tree."

Erin didn't so much as jump, but turned to glower at the entrance as the door burst open and Draco Malfoy strolled casually in. "Benz-Deux, stunning as always," he said calmly.

Marisa rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, whatever, ferret-boy."

"My dear Head Girl," Malfoy continued, turning to Erin, who was thanking her lucky stars that she hadn't begun to change, "I was wondering if you would do me the honor of accompanying me to the feast tomorrow."

"I would say yes if I didn't know that we have to go together, snake brain," she muttered.

Draco sneered. "I know that, Benzene. Just do me a favor and say yes, alright?"

Erin looked taken aback. Marisa was doing her best not to snicker behind Malfoy, and then quietly slipped into the bathroom to give her sister some much needed privacy. "Yes?" she said tentatively, like she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to. "Why are you being all gentlemanly all of a sudden?"

He gave her his trademark smirk. "Malfoys are gentlemen. You won't regret this; you will have a fantastic time as my date."

"I don't like that word," Erin frowned.

"You're too picky about semantics," he said breezily. "I could have just said that we are going together, but that means the same thing as you being my date."

"Yes, but the word 'date' implies that we actually wanted to go with one another," Erin snapped, her cold wit being her last defense against him, because even though she had resolved to forgive him, and pretty much had, she still hadn't finished fuming about her costume.

"No, it implies that I wanted to go with you, and when I asked you, you, for some reason, said yes," he told her, his eyes flashing with that uncomfortable heat that signaled to her that he was about to do something unnerving.

She moved to stop him. "So you, Malfoy, wanted to go with me?" she asked, stepping closer, hoping to intimidate him.

It didn't work. She was merely treated to a savage grin and his hands clasping her own. "Yes, I believe I just said that." He pressed something into her hand and then turned away. "I also came here to keep my promise," he told her, before waving his wand.

Suddenly all the pictures except the one of him looking like a Hollister model disappeared. She scowled, and went to make a scathing remark, but he said, "So you know I'm watching you watch me, Erin," and he left.

Marisa came back into the room and burst into unforgiving laughter, and Erin just stared, slack-jawed at the door. "How did he—Merlin's beard!"

"What else could there be?" Marisa snickered. Erin just held out her hand mutely, showing her twin the necklace that he had given her. It was clearly supposed to go with her Persephone costume, but it was also unmistakably a Malfoy heirloom.

A/N: OMG WHAT IS IT?

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