8. Chapter
Arising Difficulties
It was Saturday morning. Kiara yawned widely. She was tired. The last evening had been tiresome. Their visitor had stayed until past midnight and even when Kiara was half asleep had she not wanted to leave them. That wasn't because she feared for either their health or their sleeping habits, it was only because she wanted to gain this entire situation that could be gained.
It took Draco the hell of persuading her to finally leave and then to not come back to ask further questions the next morning. By the time she had left, Kiara was sound asleep and wouldn't wake up until half an hour before breakfast.
Now she was sitting at the Slytherin table, picked moodily at her food and desperately tried to not fall asleep while sitting at the breakfast table again. Next to her sat Draco, who to be honest didn't look any better than her at the moment.
His hair, normally combed and flat on his head, was now standing up at most places. He, too, had dark shadows around his eyes and was from time to time spacing out. Their class mates were giving them strange looks and glances, some were smirking, especially the older ones, while other were after some moments blushing deeply, especially the younger ones.
The glances, looks and all the staring was slowly but steadily getting on Draco's and Kiara's nerves. Every time they caught someone looking at them in a strange manner, they glared back fiercely and stopped every single attempt of them to speak or question them. Halfway trough their breakfast their friends finally arrived.
Pansy and Daphne were first, then came Grabbe, Goyle and Theodore and finally, after some more minutes, arrived Blaise. When he got to sat down opposite of them, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes grew wide before a knowing smirk appeared on his features and he let himself sink down on his chair gracefully.
He took the bowl of cornflakes and filled half of his smaller bowl. All the while were his eyes never leaving his plate, though the smirk and the glint in his eyes was still present.
"Had a rough night, you two?"
The people around him stopped dead. While their friends were now starring at them with wide eyes and one even with a slightly open yaw, Draco and Kiara were coughing strongly. They hadn't expected this question and their surprise now resulted in choking over their foods. When they finally regained their composure their faces were still flushed and their eyes huge.
"Why would you ask such a thing?"
Kiara's voice was shaking lightly, taken over by an unbelieving tone. Next to her Draco nodded his head in agreement.
Blaise only gulped.
"Well, from the look of you two and your obvious lack of sleep, I thought that you two had..."
His voice trailed, never really ending the sentence. Nevertheless the couple in front of him got the hidden meaning.
Kiara and Draco both paled considerably before they blushed deeply.
Indeed, they looked like they hadn't slept all night and they were physically exhausted as if they had been doing something rather stressful and energizing yesterday afternoon. But what seemed to look like the ultimate give away were their hairstyles. Their hair was uncombed and tuck up at all imaginable places. To summarize it better, it was pretty similar to the now famous just-after-sex-hairstyle.
But before either of them could even open their mouth to make a reply to this assumption, a loud fluttering could be heard high above their heads, which caused all of them to look at the enchanted ceiling. The arrival of the school-owls with the post was saving the two teenagers effortlessly from the unpleasant answer. A night black owl with silvery pattern sailed to the Slytherin couple and landed gracefully on Kiara's outstretched arm.
She smiled at Djehuti and gave her some bacon as a sign of her gratitude. In Djehuti's claws there was an exemplar of the Daily Prophet. With slightly shaking fingers Kiara opened the ribbon which held the newspaper rolled up and straightened the first page.
There, on the front page of the newspaper could be seen Kiara while she was sitting in one of their comfortable armchairs of their living room. An expensive looking tea set was placed on the small couch table on the left side of the chair, while the background was dominated by shelves filled with huge amounts of books, some in English and some in other languages, all difficult to understand. Her dark green dress complimented her eyes and her lavish hairstyle was still perfectly in place.
Kiara looked like a real high society lady, even when she wasn't looking directly at the camera, but was instead looking to her right, where she knew that Draco had been standing. There was no headline and no comments to ruin the perfect picture.
A little sigh escaped her lips and slowly she brought the newspaper nearer to be able to read it better. Next to her Draco tilted his head and was starring at the beautiful picture of his intended.
"Well, she definitely didn't loose any time to publish this."
Kiara only nodded, before she opened the newspaper and the two of them began to read.
Shock at Hogwarts! New Girl Who?
On Wednesday, September the first, the first day of school there were some very interesting news floating from Hogwarts to the rest of the British wizarding community. A girl seemed to have had appeared out of nowhere, wasn't speaking to anybody and was hiding behind a huge hat. She was accompanied by a group of sixth years Slytherins, next to whom she sat during the Welcoming Speech and the Sorting Ceremony of the first years. When the Sorting was over, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore, stood up and then announced the Sorting of another student, a sixth years girl, who would be attending this school until she would finish in two years. The mysterious girl stood up and went to the middle of the podium, next to the Headmaster.
And then, dear readers, the shocking events began.
When the girl stood in front of the whole school, her hat began to slip down and revealed a beautiful face which resembled the face of our esteemed heroine a lot. As you all can sure imagine the hall went dead quite. All the students and teachers were starring at the girl. But not only had the girl to suffer under the attention of the whole student- and teacher-body gape and stare at her. No, the popular and well known Headmaster of Hogwarts started to not only molest the girl, but also abused the poor girl. This whole process included gripping her hair and attacking her with his wand. Of course the girl was in a deep shock and left the hall crying and sobbing.
As you can sure guess the family of said girl became very angry and now presses charges against the Headmaster and the school. At the moment there are two inspectors staying at Hogwarts to vigilate the interactions of the Headmaster, the teachers and the students and to investigate further in this case. Until now we sadly weren't able to get a statement from one of these inspectors to know to which conclusions they came.
Perhaps now would be a good moment to tell you, my dear readers, about the identity of this mysterious girl. Her name is Kiara Dorina Balgakow. She comes from Saint Petersburg, one of the biggest cities of Russia. There she lived with her parents, two well known and acknowledged scientists who sadly died last summer in a potions accident. Since then she lived with some friends during the summer, as she attended a boarding school near Moscow during school time. This summer she moved to Great Britain and is now living with one of our most precious and acknowledged pureblood families of our community. When we asked her for a meeting to explain their relation, she and the young Malfoy heir accepted willingly.
This lovely girl is going to be the new Mrs. Malfoy next summer. At the moment Draco Malfoy and Kiara Balgakow are courting and are already officially engaged. The necessary documents were filled and signed, the heads of their families agreed and on both hands can be seen beautiful, small engagement rings. So dear boys and girls there is no use in trying and flirting with either of these two, as some people, who don't want to see their names in our newspaper say that these two really are in love with each other and that it isn't just an arranged marriage.
Unfortunately I have to inform you, my dear readers, that there are still people around at Hogwarts, who treat this lovely girl uncaringly, even badly. There is confirmed information about several assaults and attacks, which been planned by former friends of our still missing heroine, which increase in their malice and brutality. These people seem to still believe that this intelligent, charming and good mannered girl, who had answered every single question of mine during our whole interview with patience and sincerity, is our missing heroine Harriet Potter in disguise. The School Governors are already informed and are at the moment discussing about an appropriate punishment for said students.
To prove that Kiara Dorina Balgakow is indeed not Harriet Potter, we took some photos of her and placed them next to some of Ms. Potter, so that you can see for yourselves. Let's all hope that the Governors are going to punish the offending students - and of course the Headmaster - properly and that our future Mrs. Malfoy can finally live her life in peace.
To compare the pictures of these two girls turn to page 3
To read about the history of magical schools in Russia turn to page 8
And to get some information about a possible punishment for Professor Dumbledore and the students turn to page 14
"Well, the dear Ms. Skeeter really did a good job. The Headmaster is going to have some severe problems and hopefully these idiots, who see you as the replacement of Potter, too."
Draco was smiling broadly at her and then, without thinking further kissed her sweetly. It was an innocent kiss, but nevertheless it attracted quite an attention.
Kiara smiled lightly at him. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see her friends preparing to go to enjoy their scarce free time, so she too stood up, took the newspaper and placed it in her bag, before she turned around to her intended and looked pointedly at him. Draco got the hint and got up, his grace never leaving the still quiet students. A smirk appeared on his face. In a swift motion he brought Kiara's hand in his and then turned to go.
At that moment Kiara registered for the first time that the normal ruckus and shouting was missing. She looked around the hall and saw that most of the students and teachers weren't like normally eating but instead were reading the Daily Prophet. The students who didn't got an exemplar, tried to read over the shoulders of some friends. All in all, nearly everybody would know by the end of the day that the official war between the Malfoys and Dumbledore had finally begun.
Hand in hand they left the Great Hall together with their friends. In a slow pace did they walk to the Slytherin common room, where they gathered to spend their free time together. The girls settled for talking, drinking tea and eating some sweets, while the boys gathered near them to talk about Quidditch, politics and economy. Pansy was still a little bit embarrassed about the little slip at yesterday's breakfast and tried with all her might to make up for trying to pry into their relationship.
On the other side of the room Blaise was still teasing Draco about his appearance and the wrong assumptions to which his look led. When he wouldn't stop, even after Draco had threatened him severly and several times, Kiara's intended had enough. He stood up, grabbed Blaise by the collar of his robes and dragged him out of the common room. Kiara was worried about what Draco might do and wanted to get up to follow him, but Daphne only grabbed her hand and shook her head no. With a shrug Kiara settled down again and soon after this incident was she talking so agitatedly that she soon forgot to worry about what Draco could do.
At lunch time the girls went to their rooms to prepare for lunch. Kiara had gotten a little missive from Draco, who told her to change into something special and elegant. When they got down, the boys were already waiting for them. Draco and Blaise were there, too. Neither of them looked damaged or bruised. Her intended stepped forward and motioned for her to follow them. The friends walked some corridors together, until Draco led her into another direction. They quickly waved their farewells, before Kiara followed him slowly.
When Draco turned around to look at her beautiful face, he saw a highly raised questioning eyebrow. Having mercy, he answered her unspoken question.
"You know, today is Saturday and it is my day to prepare something special for you."
A slight nod indicated that she indeed had not forgotten this.
"Well, I did think of something special and that is why I asked you to put on an elegant dress and why we now won't go to the Great Hall for lunch, no, we will stay in our quarters. Please, let me take your arm, Milady, to guide you to your seat."
His overly acted movements caused Kiara to giggle, but nevertheless she offered him her arm and let him guide her the well known way to their rooms. When they reached the portrayal, Draco opened the door for her and let her enter first. The darkness of their little hall, which then led to all the other different rooms, took Kiara by surprise.
"Why... ?"
But Draco only chuckled. He took her hand into his and then came nearer.
"Everything is all right, my dear. No need to worry."
His hot breath tickled her cool skin. He took her school robes and hung them at the wall. Quietly he walked to the door which led to their living room, before he turned around, smiled at her and then, while he opened the door, bowed to her.
Kiara took one final deep breath, before she went to the door and entered their well known living room. What she saw there surprised her deeply. Draco had used their free time after lunch to rearrange the whole room. There, in the middle of the room stood an elegant, black table covered by a violet tablecloth with two facing black chairs. Blue, violet and purple candles were standing everywhere and created a soft, dim light. The simple white service told her that she would be expecting three different courses.
Behind her she could feel Draco entering the room. When she turned around all she could do was drool at his looks. He wore a dark blue tuxedo, a white shirt and a silver-blue tie. His hair was now styled perfectly and fell around his face in a light, free way. She would have kept on starring if his dark voice hadn't interrupted her concentration.
"I hope, you like what you see."
Once she was able to think clear again, Kiara got the double meaning. She blushed a pretty shade of red, before she was able to answer in a complete sentence.
"I love it, the room looks beautiful and you, you look absolute gorgeous."
A knowing, superior smile crept over Draco's face. The smug look in his eyes was a perfect give away that he enjoyed the situation and Kiara's compliment greatly. He would never ever admit it to anyone that he had been scared like hell that Kiara wouldn't like the decoration or his idea. To know that she liked it was a huge reassurance.
"Well then, please let me lead you to your seat."
As soon as they were seated, quiet music started in the background. It was instrumental, a nice mix of violin, piano and clarinet. It was neither oppressive nor misplaced, but rather helped them start a conversation. During their chatting and laughter, the covers appeared and vanished. It started with little tappas, typical delicious, Spanish food. There were gambas, olives and a lot of other different fruits and vegetables.
Kiara had to admit that she was surprised that Draco remembered her love for Spanish and Russian food. After that they got fish in a wine sauce and with some interesting side dished. The last source was a lovely handmade chocolate tarté.
After they had finished with their meals and the rests and the services had been vanished by some hardworking house elves, a comfortable and refreshing silence swept over the room. Kiara was watching Draco's face and the wonderful little highlights the movements of the still burning candles caused. Draco meanwhile was thinking about how he would best proceed to gain the best result possible.
"Could you tell me, how you got the idea to create this wonderful candlelight dinner at a bright and warm afternoon?"
Kiara's soothing voice interrupted Draco's thoughts. He had to blink once so that his eyes could refocus on his fiancée. When he registered her question, he had to smile a little.
"You told me once that no one ever took you on a date before, that no one ever invited you to go to a restaurant. So I wanted to be the first to ever do this. The candlelight dinner should make it special. I wanted to create an unforgettable situation, an unforgettable event."
Kiara just smiled at his replay. When the time passed by, Draco noticed that she was waiting for him to tell her what they would do now. With a little clearing of his throat Draco stood up and then extended his hand for her to take it. Kiara raised one eyebrow in a questioning manner, but then took his hand and got up, too. As soon as they were standing, the table and the chairs vanished, and left them in a huge, free room, illuminated by the dim light of several candles.
The music changed. The former quiet and relaxing instrumental music was replaced by some quicker and louder Latin rhythms and beats. A huge smile appeared on Kiara's features. She really was a sucker for Latin music. With slight surprise and growing love she had to admit that Draco was the first guy to ever listen to what she talking about. He even remembered all of her likes and dislikes. She would have to think and plan a lot, if she wanted to make up next Saturday for this perfect afternoon.
Draco stepped forward, placed one hand at her hip, brought her other hand on his shoulder, before he highted his other hand, which still held hers. A smug look was on his face when he saw and sensed Kiara's excitement.
"Do you know how to dance, Milady?"
His voice was dark, rough and full of teasing. Slightly offended by his mere thought that she could not dance, she scowled at him.
"Of course, I know how to dance.", she said darkly, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Having caused the effect that he wanted, Draco's smile grew even more.
"Well, then I shall lead the dance, shall I not?"
Not expecting her to answer, he suddenly stepped forward, led her to the right direction. To be honest, she had to admit after some moments that she was surprised by how good he knew to dance. He knew the right rhythm, never danced too long the same steps and figures. The music changed from slow like Rumba, to exited and funny like Salsa and Samba and finally to passionate like Tango Argentino.
During their dancing they were talking care freely and didn't mind, what others might think should they see them. Draco was finally able to joke, tease and even laugh without limitations. He was open, nice and caring. With the time they unwillingly came closer and closer, until their bodies were pressed at each other's. Too soon for their liking they both felt too tired and exhausted to continue with dancing, so they settled for sitting down on one of the comfortable couches which returned exactly at this moment to their room.
On the couch they cuddled with each other and enjoyed the warmth and the closeness of their bodies. It was silent, the music had quieted down a lot and they were now able to hear each others breathing and heartbeat.
"You know, I love it when you smile. It makes you look and seem to be warm, alive and caring, nothing like when you've got that cold, superior and uncaring attitude. You should smile more often. For me."
Draco smiled broadly at her. He brought his hands down to her face and brought it nearer to his. Their lips met in a soft, sweet and caring kiss. His hands started to roam over her head and back, while hers were starting to finger with the end of his tuxedo. After some more moments Kiara granted him entrance to her mouth, let their lips met and explore each other's body.
Draco closed his hands around her hips, before he pulled her with a quick motion into his lap. Her knees moved on their on, placing themselves on either side of his thighs. A small moan escaped her lips, when Draco's hands started to move to her breasts, while her hands were shakingly starting to open his tie and shirt. Well, she hadn't intended to loose her virginity this way, but well, so be it.
A loud knocking at their door startled them.
Before either of them had the time to react in any way, a loud and thundering shout from the other side caused them to shut up.
"Draco, hurry up! We've got the first Quidditch team meeting. If you want to play as our seeker, then you will have to be at the pitch in less than fifteen minutes. Don't be late!"
With another loud bang, the offending voice disappeared and left both Slytherins stunned.
With a slow motion Kiara turned around to look at Draco. Her eyes were wide and her face lightly pale. When she spoke, her voice trembled.
"You are going to play Quidditch this year?"
Draco had to gulp. During the summer holidays they had a minor disagreement. As a side aspect of their formal courting, which stated that Kiara had to act like a proper lady during the whole procedure, Kiara wasn't permitted to play Quidditch. It wasn't seen as the right attitude, which she should show. After some arguing and a lot of convincing, Kiara had finally agreed to not sign in for the play outs at Hogwarts. Nevertheless it had hurt her a lot to do this, as it had been her favorite sport for the most time.
"You just ruined the most romantic moment ever!"
Kiara looked slightly enraged and pointed one finger at him accusingly.
"How come you didn't think it appropriate to tell me that you would play Quidditch this year?"
"Kiara, love, I am really, really sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how. I never intended for you to get to know it this way. But unfortunately, I have to go now. I'm sorry, I promise to come back as soon as I can."
Draco looked very troubled. A frown appeared between his brows, regret clearly visible in his eyes. He looked so cute that Kiara couldn't resist a sincere laugh.
"Well, go, Draco. It's okay. I will wait until you come back. Enjoy your Quidditch team meeting."
A huge smile crossed his features. With a swift motion he leaned down to her, placed his arms around her and then kissed her passionately. This caught Kiara by surprise, but nevertheless she enjoyed it greatly until Draco finally had to pull back to breath. His mouth wandered to her left ear, his hot breath tickling her skin.
"Thank you.", he whispered into her ear, his arms still firmly wrapped around her shoulders.
"You know how important Quidditch is to me."
He placed another sweet kiss on her lips, before he carefully stroked her hair and then left to go to the Quidditch pitch. Kiara kept still and didn't move until she heard the silent thud of a closing door.
She sighed quietly before she let herself sink down on the couch further.
"I know, love.", she whispered.
"I know."
A wild, loud knocking at her door to their private doors interrupted Kiara musings. With a sigh she got up, placed a bookmarker on the page and laid the book down on the couch table. She passed the drawer and the little hall which led to the living room, before she carefully opened the door.
Since the article in the Daily Prophet, there were a lot of people who wanted to see her for themselves, try to speak to her or just give her a piece of their minds because of her, in their eyes, inappropriate handling with the situation and the unfair and wrong portrayal of the Gryffindors and the Headmaster.
As soon as the door was just a finger wide open, the person on the other side suddenly pulled it open with such force that it hit the wall with a loud bang. Kiara stopped dead in her tracks and stared.
There, in front of her stood an agitatedly and heavily breathing Anastasia, her hair sticking up at all places and hanging wildly in her face, a strange glint in her eyes and an insane smile on her lips. Kiara gulped. Whatever she wanted to tell or do with her, it certainly would be a huge surprise for Kiara.
"Wy ni magli by mnje pamotsch? Paschalußta?"
Well, that at least was normal. Ana knew how to speak perfect English, but every time her sister was excited, agitated or fearful she fell back into Russian, not noticing that the majority of the British people wouldn't understand her at all. Thankfully Kiara's Russian was as good as ever, otherwise they would have some problems and difficulties talking to each other now.
"Of course. How can I help you?"
She motioned for Ana to step into their private quarters and then silently closed the portrayal. With a short, urging movement of her hand she sent her to one of their armchairs. Ana let herself fall onto the heavily cushioned chair with a loud thud, before she sighed and started to knit her hands.
On the other side of the couch table Kiara took her seat. With a swift motion of her wand two tea sets, a tea pot and a lot of brownies and muffins appeared. She handed one tea set and a plate with some brownies to her agitated friend, before she motioned for her to start her tale.
"I got to know someone."
Ana had calmed down a little, but was still breathing hard. Kiara's eyebrow rose, a small smile on her lips.
"Really? That's great. Tell me something about him."
The mere thought of him seemed to agitate her sister again, but she kept some control and managed to answer in English. A bright glint was in her eyes and her smile grew even more.
"Well, he is tall, handsome, has long, night black hair but a slightly too pale skin. Though it looks really handsome on him. He also has the most beautiful dark eyes I have ever seen. He seems to be very educated as he acted like a real gentleman.
He was polite, helpful, courteous and cultured. When we talked he was looking at my eyes, his gaze never wandered. He seemed to be interested in my person, not only in my body."
"So you got to know some handsome guy, who is not only educated, but also seems to be nice. I would say that I was jealous, but I already have someone from this rare kind. Draco would have my head."
Some of the heavy tension seemed to leave Ana's body and she leaned back on the armchair and her hands rested lightly folded in her lap. Her face held a peaceful expression and the glint in her eyes had dimmed from insane to very happy and amused.
"Well, there comes my question. It has been years since I last really dated someone because I was interested in him and not only because I was bored. This time it has to be special, it just has to be. I have the strong feeling that this could lead to something wonderful and nearly perfect. So would you help me?"
Kiara didn't need any convincing. She already had decided, when her sister Ana was standing in the doorway that she would help her, no matter what it was. It seemed to be sincere, if her sister was talking about a guy in this way.
Normally Ana would just ignore anybody who made advances on her, as she thought her studies and her job were more important than having someone to share her nonexistent free time with. Yet here she was, a strong pleading in her eyes and voice.
"Of course, I will help. But I will need a name to investigate and set up some things. So, who is the lucky guy, who was able to win my sister's heart in no time?"
This seemed to be an interesting question as Ana began to fidget in her seat and to play nervously with the hem of her robes. A sheepish smile crossed her features and her voice took a lightly shaking note. Her eyes were fiercely fixed on a point in the middle of the couch table.
"To be honest, I don't know."
When Kiara merely rose one of her brows, she continued with a little haste.
"I... I was so excited and nervous that I forgot to ask! We met during lunchtime, but not in the Great Hall but in one of the hallways leading away from it. He saw me and called my name, so I stopped and waited for him to say, what he wanted to say. I never intended to listen to it anyway.
But then it got really interesting and I enjoyed our chatting and the time together. Then when the bell rang the first time he excused himself and said he had to go to his classes. The idea to ask for his name crossed my thoughts when he was already gone."
Kiara sighed. She did this a lot these days.
"This makes it a little bit more difficult, but not impossible. We will have to find out to which house he belongs first. Then we can go searching for the right year and with whom he is befriended. In the end we should not only know his name, house and age, but also what kind of hobbies he has and what he does in his free time. Now tell me, which kind of colour had his robe? Was it red, yellow, green or blue?"
"Neither of these four."
When Kiara just kept on staring at her with slightly wide eyes, she explained.
"He didn't wore any pattern or this coloured scarf. Just a simple black robe."
A terrifying suspicion rose in Kiara and she dreaded with all her might what the answer to her next question would be. God, dear God, please let her say no! She don't know what she would do otherwise!
With a gulp and a scared look in her eyes, Kiara averted her gaze from her long since empty tea set and locked her eyes with Ana's. When she spoke, her voice was shaking noticeable.
"Could it be that this guy is older than you? That he might be older than the average student who attends Hogwarts?"
Anastasia nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Yes, I think he must be older than the rest of the students, and he must be special. Because he is not only allowed to wear unique, individual robes, but he also was allowed to sit at the high table, where all the teachers and the Headmaster sat. The only thing I don't really understand is, why he has to sit there. He is way too young to sit next to all this old, boring people. It has to be pretty boring to sit there."
Well that was it.
The guy wasn't a student, but instead he was a teacher. And there was only one male teacher who was a lot younger than the rest, who had black hair and pale skin...
"Oh my God! It's Snape! Of all people who walk around in this castle you had to pick Snape!"
This just couldn't be, it couldn't! Anastasia was in love with Severus Snape? How could such a thing happen? After some deep breaths and silently counting until ten she had calmed down enough to think about the situation more clearly.
She had to admit grudgingly that her Potions Professor had changed a lot. He still was a mean ass, when he was teaching the Gryffindors, but since she had been engaged to Draco he was treating her with a lot of respect and even friendliness. They were able to talk civilly and sometimes they could laugh together. But still, why him?
Her thoughts and the mixed feelings, which floated through Kiara's mind and visibly through her eyes, weren't detected by Anastasia, who was still looking far away with a dreamy expression on her face. Her Potions Professor must have made quite an impression on her, when she couldn't even think clearly after only having been talking with him for some minutes.
"Well, I think he really is handsome and is the best guy to have crossed my way in a very long time."
Okaaay, so she really was in love. Well, she couldn't do anything else than help her. Anastasia was not only her best friend, she was also like a sister to her. And if Severus Snape was the one to make her happy, who was she to deny Ana her happiness and love?
"We will have to talk with Draco."
When she saw the surprised and startled look on her sister's face, she explained further.
"My intended is Professor Snape's Godson. He should be the one to know him best. With his help it should be easy to get to know his hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes. Perhaps Draco could even talk with him about you. If it's okay with you."
The glint in Anastasia's eyes got eerie and the smile which erupted on her lips was dangerous near to split her face in two halves. She jumped up, lunged herself at her little sister and squeaked because of joy.
"ßpaßiba, ßpaßiba, ßpaßiba. My little sister, you're the best! Thanks a lot, of course you can talk with Draco about him."
While she exclaimed she placed little kisses on each and every place of Kiara's stunned face which she could reach.
"Thanks again! Well, unfortunately now I have to go, I have an important report to write. See you tomorrow!"
And whit that Anastasia jumped up and rushed to the portrayal. She stopped again and spun around to wave smilingly at her and to sent her a last kiss hand, before she finally spun around again and exited through the opening. With a silent thud the door fell shut again.
Kiara sat still. She hadn't had moved an inch since Anastasia had expressed her thanks and left her rooms. Her eyes were still wide and were fiercely locked at the now closed backside of the portrayal. After some moments she finally let her breath escape which she unknowingly had been holding during the whole process. With a heavy sigh and her eyes loosened from their stare, she sunk down further into the comfortable armchair.
Her thoughts went to her bigger sister and how she seemed to really be in love for the first time. Then they went to Severus Snape, the object of said woman's love. He had changed a lot during the last one and a half months. Hopefully these changes would make it possible for Anastasia to win his heart. And finally they came to a stop when she thought about Draco. She really loved him and hoped with all her might that he would be willing to help them.
With Draco on her mind, she kept on looking at the closed portrayal door, waiting for him to appear. A small sigh finally destroyed the oppressing silence.
"Well, that should get interesting. I can't wait to see his reaction."