Chapter 6

Draco woke up the next morning, laying next to Pansy Parkinson. He growled, why did she sleep over? Couldn't she go back to her own dorm afterwards? Merlin's sake! Draco pulled himself out from under his bed sheets and walked into his shower room, to prepare himself for the day ahead.
Once he'd showered and dressed in his Slytherin robes, he ran a hand through his damp tousled blonde hair before frowning at Pansy. She was now sitting up in bed, dressed in her robes and examining a wand.
"Who's is this?" She accused, standing up and placing a hand on her hip. "Has there been another girl in here?"
Draco shrugged and took the wand from her grasp, it was shaped like a corkscrew, and Draco had forgotten to give Trinity her wand back after their detention in the Forbidden Forest. "Don't know. Leave." He began pushing her towards the door, ignoring her comments about the 'amazing night they had'. He locked the door once the dog was out. Draco sat on the edge of his bed and examined Trinity's wand, it was a very unusual shape, and there were only a few wizards in the world that had an elm wand with Unicorn hair. Usually, the core most complementary for elm was Dragon heartstring - like his father had.
Draco shrugged and pocketed the girls' wand. He would give it back to her when he next saw her. Well, he would make an exchange with her, Draco smirked as he grabbed his bag and headed downstairs into the Slytherin common room.

Trinity was downstairs in the Gryffindor common room, searching high and low for her wand. She looked inbetween the books on the shelves, under the desks and the rug. She'd even looked through a few of the girls' trunks' in her dorm while they had been sleeping.
"What're you looking for?" George asked, walking over to the frustrated raven haired girl.
"My wand." Trinity replied, "I could've sworn I used it last night in the-" she covered her hand with her mouth. "I lost my wand in the Forbidden Forest!" She exclaimed.
George grimaced, "what lessons have you got today?"
"Double Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration and then Herbology!"
"You'll definately need your wand in Charms and Transfiguration." George stated, lifting up one end of the sofa so Trinity could look underneath it. "And maybe Dark Arts," he added, setting the sofa back down.
Trinity sighed in defeat and collapsed into the armchair she usually sat in. "I'm screwed!" She grumbled. Pulling out her Dark Arts homework and quickly answering the questionnaire.
George looked up at Ginny and Ron who came down the stairs together. "Shall we head to breakfast?" Ron asked, rubbing his growling stomach.
Trinity quickly packed her things away and the other two Weasley's nodded and got to their feet, grabbing their bags and satchels of books.
The four of them made their way down the moving staircases and through a couple of corridors, eventually following the flow of Slytherin students who were coming from the direction of the dungeons.
"Riddle!" The sneering voice of Draco Malfoy reached the four Gryffindors' ears, and they slowly turned around. "I have something of yours." Draco smirked and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he leant casually against the wall.
Trinity's face lit up, "you have my wand?" She asked.
Draco smirked, "I have your wand." He stated, "you want it back?"
Trinity nodded and waited patiently as he fished around in his pockets. "Where was it?" She asked.
"You dropped it when we apparated." He replied, holding her wand out to her. As Trinity reached out to take it, he moved it out of her reach. "I want something in return though." He looked at her expectantly.
Trinity's face blushed slightly pink, "umm..." she began, not quite knowing what to say. Her eyes dropped to the floor. "You can keep it." She turned on her heel and walked quickly into the Great Hall where breakfast was being served.
"Merlin's Sake, Malfoy!" Ron groaned, "just give her back her wand!"
The platinum blonde thought about it for a second. "What a good idea Wealseby, that way, she'll be in my debt for finding it and being so generous as to hand it over." Draco held it out for Ron to take. The second eldest Weasley debated wether or not to take the wand, but eventually turned away.
"Ginny, George. Let's go and join Trinity."
As they stepped into the Great Hall and walked towards the raven haired girl, they took their seats beside her and sat in silence as they began filling their plates for breakfast. Ginny leant over the table and tapped Trinity on her shoulder. Trinity looked up from her textbook and smiled shyly, "trust me when I say, kiss him to get your wand back." George and Ron cleared their throats and went back to their food. "You'll only be indebted to him if he gives it back generously."
"He's mean." Trinity stated, looking down at her text book.
Ron scoffed and buttered a slice of golden brown toast, "he's Malfoy-" he took a bite "-what do you expect?"
"I think he's expecting you to do something now, Trinity." George stated, "he's looking over here, Blaize aswell."
"I'll wait until first period." Trinity stated, flipping to the next page in her Dark Arts textbook. "I'm sure Professor Snape will make him give me my wand back."
Ron shrugged, "you can certainly ask...although Malfoy is his favourite student."
Trinity sighed and stood up, "are you ready?" She asked Ron as he finished the last few crumbs on his plate. He nodded and got to his feet, shouldering his satchel as he did so.
"Don't forget, Quidditch Practice!" George called to them as they left. "At break!"

They made it to Dark Arts on time and Ron was very depressed that it was a double lesson and because Professor Snape was the teacher.
"Stand around the perimeter of the classroom." Snape commanded the students as they filtered through the classroom door.
Ron sighed, "Merlin's sake, we're getting a new seating plan." He muttered to Trinity.
"I want you to sit at a desk with your mates." Snape stated, stepping inbetween Ron and Trinity. "And I don't mean your friends." He drawled, pulling out a chair and pushing Ron into it. "Brown - over here beside Weasley; Riddle and Malfoy - at the front. Crabbe and Patil - over there. Nott and Took - at the back."
Trinity slowly sat down at the desk Snape had pointed out to her and she shifted to the edge once Draco slid into the chair beside her, his smirk present on his face. As Snape lectured them about what he would like them to do this lesson, and then ushered them to get to work, Trinity turned full on to Draco.
"Give me my wand, Malfoy. Otherwise I'll tell the Headmaster you stole it."
Draco chuckled, "what makes you think he'll believe a Gryffindor over a Slytherin?"
Trinity scowled, "he's my Uncle." A smile spread across her face as Draco slowly began to hand her the corkscrew wand, but she gasped when he pocketed it again.
"Still. I won't hand it back until you've shown thanks for my generosity." The platinum blonde smirked, his Slytherin cunning frustrated the raven haired girl to no end. "Obviously he must like me a lot to mate me with you." He looked her up and down, "his golden neice."
"Why aren't you two doing any work?" Snape drawled, placing his hands on the desk infront of the two. "Where is your wand, Riddle?"
"Malfoy's got it." She glared at the platinum haired boy.
Snape snatched it out of Draco's grasp and handed it to the Gryffindor, "you shouldn't leave your things laying around where people can find them." Snape drawled. "Ten points from Gryffindor. You need to be more careful with your things, Riddle. I believe Malfoy needs to be thanked for finding it, don't you think?" He then turned on his heel and strode to the other side of the classroom.
Trinity stared at the spot where Snape once stood, open-mouthed. He'd turned her misfortune against her and that cost her House points. Draco crossed his arms, content.
"You can't turn Snape against me." He stated, looking over at the raven haired girl. "How're you going to thank me, Riddle?"
Trinity glanced at him before opening her mouth to speak. "Thank you, for finding my wand."
Draco frowned and then smirked, "not accepted. I don't accept thanks that way."
"Then what way do you accept thanks?" Trinity asked, confused.
Draco turned to her once again, "you're female, Riddle. Why don't you figure it out?"

The rest of Double Dark Arts passed by rather slowly in Trinity's opinion, Draco's flirting put together with the cocky remarks really annoyed her and she was probably going to get a seating plan beside him in every subject - which made it a whole lot worse.
At least there was Quidditch Practice at break she could look foward too.

Trinity sat on the bench, watching as Ginny and one other Chaser passed the Quaffle between themselves and aimed for the goal posts which Ron was defending. Dean Thomas and George Weasley were hitting the Bludgers between each other and finally the Seeker was looking around for the Golden Snitch. Trinity frowned, the Snitch was hovering above his head, 'can't he hear it?' She thought.
"Trinity look out!" George accidently batted a Bludger in her direction.
Trinity screamed and covered her head, "evanesco!" As the Bludger disappeared, Trinity looked up to see who'd shouted and saved her head. Draco stood a little way from her, his wand drawn. She looked up and scowled at him before turning her attention back to the Quidditch game.
"Thought about paying me back yet?" He smirked, taking a seat beside her and watching the Gryffindor's Quidditch Practice, bordem reflected in his steel grey eyes as he lounged on the bench.
Trinity shook her head and threw another Bludger into the game. "George!" She called up, "where's the other Chaser?"
"We're waiting for you to get a broom! Merlin's sake, Trinity - we talked about this yesturday!"
"Oh..." She grumbled, turning around to face Malfoy. "If you don't mind, this is Gryffindor practice...would you please leave?"
Draco made no sign of leaving. "Not until you thank me, Riddle." She sighed and walked towards him, she bent down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away and standing up again.
"Thank you." She said, her cheeks burning.
Draco smirked, "not enough, Riddle." He stood up and pointed to his lips, "next time, try one here." He winked, then turned and left.
Trinity grabbed a broom and joined the other Quidditch players. Ginny threw the Quaffle to Trinity who caught it and soared through the air, managing to launch the wooden ball through the hoop past Ron.
"Nice shot!" Ron called, flying down to collect the ball and then passing it to one of the Chasers. Trinity saw the Golden Snitch again and George flew closer towards her.
"Can you go and give Nathanael some words of encouragement?" He asked, clubbing a Bludger away from them and towards Dean.
"You know I don't like conversations." She replied in a whisper.
He shrugged. "Yeah but...I don't like him, so..."
Trinity sighed and flew up to talk to the Seeker. "Is this your try out?" She asked the seventh year boy, blushing nervously.
He shook his head, "yeah." He replied, his eyes darting around for the Snitch.
"If you can't see it, you should listen for it." Trinity replied.
"To be honest I'm not much of a Seeker." The boy replied, "we should swap positions."
"Why don't you take my place as being a Chaser then?" She smiled nervously, her eyes on the Snitch next to George.
"Alright, thanks." The boy nodded to show his gratitude before flying down to join Ginny and another girl with the Quaffle. He made quite a good Chaser, and as training finished, and the Snitch flew back into the Quidditch crate, Trinity walked up to the team Captain. "George, if I'm going to be on the team, then I'll have to have a subtle position - especially if my Uncle specifically told me to be a reserve."
George nodded in understanding, "you're the only Seeker we have though." He replied, "I'm serious Trinity, Nathanael was the only one who applied for Seeker, and that was because he was the only person who applied - I just assumed you wanted to be a Chaser. The only position he would've been able to be was Seeker."
"Okay." Trinity said, "so...I'm the Seeker now, right?"
George nodded, "on the condition that you're not going to get into trouble."
Trinity smiled nervously. "I'll have a word with my Uncle. He'll probably be a little dissappointed but...I can't really help that."

Voldermort knew he would have a visit from his niece that afternoon, especially as the Gryffindor Quidditch team didn't have many applicants. His suspicions about the visit was correct when he heard an almost inaudiable tapping at his door.
"Come in, Trinity." He called. The door opened slowly and the raven haired girl looked nervously around the edge of the door. "Can I help you with something?" He asked, linking his fingers together.
"I was just wondering-"
"-Is this about Quidditch, my dear?" Voldermort asked, tilting his head to the side. He could not understand why his neice constantly looked at the floor, she had beautiful eyes, so why was she trying to hide them? Voldermort got to his feet. "I understand that your fellow Gryffindors didn't have many people apply for the team, infact I have reason to believe they're one player short. Am I correct?"
"Well, the Seeker wasn't very good, so he's now the final Chaser," she said in a small voice, the Dark Lord had to strain to hear her. "And I was wondering-"
"-If you could be Seeker?" Voldermort smiled distantly, "I'm not to pleased about this - you know this will attract a lot of attention to yourself, Trinity."
Trinity kept her eyes on the floor, nodding slowly. "I understand, Uncle." She almost whispered.
"However, your mate is Seeker for the Slytherin team." Voldermort placed a hand on Trinity's shoulder. "It might be good for you two."
Trinity smiled shyly, "so...is that a yes?" She asked.
Voldermort nodded before walking back to his chair. "The second something happens to you, you're off the team - even if it is just a scrape."
"Thank you, Uncle."
"Off to your lesson now, I believe you have Charms."
Trinity smiled as she left the room, but once she stood outside the Headmasters office, she realised she had only had one Charms lesson before, and therefore didn't know the way. "Sir Nicholas?" She called to the empty corridor.
A moment or two of silence passed until the grey ghost appeared, "lost again, my dear?" He chuckled, floating over to her.
She nodded, looking down in embarrassment. "Yes, Sir. I have Charms now with Professor Flitwick, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind showing me the way."
He smiled and bowed his head. "Right this way, Miss Riddle."

Draco was bored. Half of his Charms lesson had gone by pretty slowly and his partner wasn't in. Had Trinity fallen off her broom and was in the infirmary? Draco shrugged, he couldn't care less.
Just then, the door opened and Trinity edged into the room. "Ahh, Miss Riddle, how nice it is for you to join us." Professor Flitwick smiled warmly. "Take a seat beside Mr. Malfoy, please."
Trinity sat down next to Draco at the desk at the back of the classroom.
"Ron," she whispered to the red head sat infront of her once the Professor started to talk again. Ron turned around and smiled, "I'm allowed to join the Quidditch team."
"That's great!" He smiled, "you'll be the best Chaser we have!"
"Seeker." Trinity corrected him. Ron smiled again and once the rest of class was over, they hurried to Transfiguration.

Thankfully, there was no seating plan for Transfiguration, and most of the students were suprised when there was a note written on the blackboard to say that Professor McGonagal was in a meeting and wouldn't be able to attend that lesson. Instead, she had set the students some work to do in the library, another essay to be precise.
They made their way to the library, and settled down at one of the desks facing the window, over-looking the Black Lake.
Trinity pulled out a piece of parchment, quill and ink before smiling at Ron who was giving her a longing look. "Yes, you can copy my work." She whispered before looking back down at the table and starting her essay.

It wasn't long until George found them, along with Kimberly Lestrange. Trinity smiled at George before her eyes met Kimberly's. She ran over to the girl and wrapped her arms around her. "How's it going, Trin?" Kimberly asked.
"It's okay, Kim. What about you?"
Kimberly nodded as the girls' pulled away from each other, they all took seats around the table. "Apart from this Dark Art's work Professor Snape is making us do, everything's fine." She smiled. "I'm going to contact you later again...Draco's coming."
"What?" Trinity asked, looking over her shoulder.
"There you are Kim. And look, you found some Gryffindors'." Draco smirked and pulled a chair over from the next table, sitting on it backwards and facing the two girls', his arms resting on the back of the chair. "Ready to thank me yet, Riddle?" Draco winked at the raven haired girl who just turned her back on him as a reply.
"Now, now, Drakey-" Kimberly mocked Pansys sing-song voice "-play nice with my friend here."
"Friend?" Draco frowned, "you know Slytherin's can't be friends with Gryffindors'."
"Well, I'm not the one trying to get my tounge down her throat." Kimberly leant back in her chair, crossing her arms and smirking at her cousin.
"Actually," Draco began, a smirk on his face. "She owes me."
"Oh, so you're trying to get her tounge down your throat."
"For Merlins' sake!" Trinity snapped, turning around in her seat and unexpectedly crashing her lips against Draco's.

Thank you to those who have reviewed - it's means a lot :) I hope you're enjoying the story, please review xx