Thank you to the lovely flame I recieved for Chapter 1. Of course the cannon characters are upset about Harry's death, they just don't like to talk about it, for example, all of them remenisce about times they had with him, and when they go to Hogsmeade (you'd know this if you read more than just Chapter 1) you'd also know that the Weasley's couldn't bring themselves to even go near 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' and from my summery, you'd know that I wasn't following the story line of Voldermort killing out the Gaunts and not wanting to be known as a Riddle. There's no point reading chapter 1 and then flaming if there are fourteen more chapters to read; the plot thickens. If you don't like - don't read. But thank you for enlightening me that I've got a few details wrong in my FANfiction. Much appreciated x
To all my other readers, I have big plans for this story and I'm sorry about that rant, so let's get on with the story now :D x
Chapter 16
The Christmas Holiday's were soon over and as the snow began to melt away from the grounds of Hogwarts, the students began to return to the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Trinity and Pip were sitting in the common room, quietly reading through the raven haired girls' homework, whilst Ron, George and Ginny had just started some of their last minute essays and questionnaires.
"Did you do the Divination essay, Trinity?" Ron asked. Trinity looked up from her Dark Arts essay and nodded, "can I copy it?" She nodded again and handed it to him.
"You're quiet." Ginny stated, turning to face the raven haired girl.
"She's embarrassed about what happened with the Amortentia." George whispered.
"Anyone would be." Ron stated, "I mean, she told Malfoy she loved him. What could be worse than that?"
"Someone loving you?" George mumbled sarcastically. Ron thumped his brother on the arm, Ginny rolled her eyes and resumed her Care of Magical Creatures homework.
Pip stretched out his body along the sofa beside his owner, and Trinity looked down at the Kneazle and sighed as she began to gently pet him, he purred in contentment.
Blaize and Pansy ran out of the Slytherin common room that afternoon and along the corridor towards the boys' bathroom.
"It's been brewing nicely." Blaize panted as they entered the bathroom. "You should be able to drink it today."
"Good." Pansy replied, "let's get this over with - I don't want to be that bitch for any longer than I have too!"
Zabini knealt down beside the bubbling cauldron and smirked at the contents of perfection. He pulled on a heatproof glove and picked up the cauldron before pouring the muddy contents into a goblet. Blaize peered into the goblet and grimaced, "man I don't envy you." He stated, handing the potion over to Parkinson.
She added Trinity's hair before gagging. "It's just a milkshake." She said, gagging again. Pansy took a deep breath before downing the contents in the goblet. She placed the cup on the sink before a strange feeling washed over her. "I think I'm going to be sick." She ran into one of the toilet cubicles, and Blaize waited patiently by the sinks.
"It can't be that bad." He mumbled, taking a sniff of the rest of the potion. He gagged, "maybe it is." He waited for another two minutes before his patience wore thin, "are you alright, Pansy?" He asked.
"Fine." The door opened and the Slytherin walked out. Her hair had darkened and lengthened into volumous waves, and her eyes had turned Slytherin green. Her fake tan had washed away and she had shrunk one inch in height, she had slimmed a little; her curves less pronounced. "She really needs to use some fake tan."
"And you need to get some Gryffindor robes." Blaize stated, drawing his wand. He charmed her clothes, turning the Slytherin snake into the Gryffindor lion and transforming the sliver and green colours to red and gold.
Parkinson grimaced, "promise me this will only be for one hour."
Zabini nodded, "come on, Draco will be going to the library in ten minutes." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the toilets and into the corridor.
Draco had just stepped out of the Slytherin common room with the last of his homework. A Charms essay to be precise. He ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair as he began marching down the corridor out of the Dungeons and towards the library.
"Ooooh, someone's going to get in trouble!" Draco stopped and looked up when he saw Peeves the poltergeist floating towards him. Draco rolled his eyes and resumed his journey. "Your mate, Malfoy - doesn't look like she's your mate anymore, haha!"
Draco growled and turned to face the ghost. "What?" He snapped.
"Down there, teeheehee!" The ghost chuckled, "and you call him a friend. Oh dear, I'd love to stay and chat - but I'm incredibly busy! I have some girls' to go and scare!" As Peeves disappeared through a stone wall, Draco turned back down the corridor, gradually picking up his pace as he did so.
As he sped around the corridor, he stopped dead. Blaize and Trinity had just slunk into an alcove, behind the lion statue, all over each other. Draco turned to the library, 'The Deatheaters will sort them out.' He reassured himself as he pushed his way through the double doors. He chose a desk, isolated at the back corner of the library and sat down. No way was he going to let this bother him.
Draco thumped the table. 'I can't believe I'm going to lose this bet!' He slammed his piece of parchment, his quill and his ink onto the desk and fiercely dipped his quill into the ink. 'I should go and interrupt.' He thought, 'then I won't lose.' He debated going over to them or not, but then again, he didn't want to face the anger wrath of Zabini when the Slytherin hadn't been laid.
To say that Draco was scared of Blaize wasn't true. Well, on the exception of when the boy was angry - which would be the case if Draco did interrupt them.
'Screw it!' Draco shot to his feet and stepped out of the library - heading over to the alcove Trinity and Blaize had hidden behind just moments before...but they had gone.
'Where could they have gone?' The first place that came to mind was Blaize's dorm room - but then again, Zabini would know that they would get disturbed there, it had happened before when the dark haired Slytherin had been at it with Pansy - people had walked in.
They must be in the Gyrffindor tower. But why would Blaize risk being seen there? And didn't the girls' stairs have a Glisseo charm on them so that they'd flatten if boys' tried to enter? Draco snorted, he'd love to see Trinity at the top of the stairs and Zabini falling down them.
Content that this was what was going on, Draco went back into the library and sat down at his desk. Picking up his quill and starting his Charms essay.
As they were undressing, Blaize caught sight of a black patch on Trinity's arm. "She has a tattoo?" He asked, detatching himself from Pansy's lips.
"Merlin..." He murmured as Pansy lifted her left forearm, her mouth dropped open. "I wouldn't have thought she'd have enough guts to be one of the Dark Lords Deatheaters."
Pansy shook Blaize by his collar, "do something!" She panicked. "I don't want to be her any longer! Speed up the process or something!"
"Pansy, Pansy - calm down!" Zabini pushed her away from him and took a step back. "You have three minutes left. Calm down and just wait...or we could do something to pass the time..." He said suggestively.
Pansy sighed and ran a hand through Trinity's long black hair. "Fine, but just a quickie - I don't want to change while we're still going. That'd be too wierd."
The Weasley's headed to the library, joking with each other quietly whilst Trinity tagged along with them.
"We don't even have any homework to do." Ron groaned, motioning between himself and the raven haired girl. "Why do we have to follow?"
"Because, Ron..." Ginny sighed, "I need Trinity's help with my Charms homework - and you wouldn't want to sit by yourself!" Ron carried on walking beside them quietly and as the four of them pushed into the library, the red head was almost knocked down by a certain platinum blonde Slytherin.
"Get out of the way, Weasleby!" Draco snapped, glaring daggers at the Gryffindor. His eyes lowered, settling on the raven haired girl beside Ron, and after shooting her a deathly glance, he shot off towards the Dungeons.
"Woah." Ron stated, wide-eyed. "Someone's in a bad mood." As they pushed their way into the library, Ginny glanced over her shoulder once she head the sound of footsteps. Malfoy and Zabini were having a not-so-nice looking conversation. Well, Blaize looked incredibely pleased with himself and Draco on the other hand looked as though steam was going to appear from his ears at any given moment.
As the door closed - obscuring Ginny's view of the two Slytherin's - she pulled out a piece of parchment and her quill and ink so that Trinity could help her complete her Charms essay.
The door slammed open and the four Gryffindor's looked up to see Draco enter, an unreadable expression written across his face.
Trinity was just about to sit down beside Ginny when the Slytherin pulled her up by her forearm - she struggled out of his grip - frightened at the touch of his hand over the Dark Mark beneath her robes.
"Come on!" Draco snapped, gripping onto her elbow and pulling her towards the door. He dragged her out of the library and roughly shoved her into an alcove a little way down the corridor.
"What're you-?" His hand covered her mouth, and his stormy steel grey eyes locked onto her frightened green ones.
"How dare you!" He growled, his eyes turning to slits. "You know what Umbridge said about keeping yourself shut!"
She scrambled at his hand and pried it off her mouth, "what are you talking about?" She asked quietly, frowning in confusion.
Draco slammed his fist against the wall, Trinity gasped and shut her eyes tightly, afraid. "You know exactly what I'm on about!" He shouted, "Merlin's sake, Riddle. I thought you of all girls' would be the hardest to charm into bed - especially by Zabini!"
Trinity was so frightened she began to shake, tears slipped down her cheeks and she could feel Draco move away from her, "you're pathetic." As his footsteps died away, Trinity ran towards the Gryffindor common room to lock herself in her dorm.
Since when did she have sex with Blaize? She hadn't had sex with anybody! She was never going to have sex with anybody. She hated close contact with anybody and everybody. Kissing was fine but...no way would she be comfortable being naked infront of someone. Infact, when was she ever comfortable fully clothed infront of people?
Trinity dumped herself on her bed and cried into her pillow. If her Uncle found out that her mate hated her, what was he going to do? Use the Cruciatus curse on her again, or worse? Trinity had to make this right somehow, and with lessons starting again the next day, she would have at least five hours a day to make it right.
Trinity sat up straight, remembering that she was suppossed to be helping Ginny with her Charms essay. The raven haired girl quickly dried her eyes and got up. She left the common room and headed back towards the library, not meeting eye contact with any of the Slytherin's that she walked past.
"Well hello there, Riddle." Blaize Zabini stepped into stride with her, a huge grin on his face. "I hear Malfoy isn't very happy with you."
Trinity hid her face behind a curtain of dark hair and shook her head. "Have you said anything to him?"
"Me? Oh, only a little story about us. Nothing to worry about." He chuckled.
"What story?" She asked.
"About how we had sex." Zabini shrugged, smirking at the blush that swept across the Gryffindor's face.
"You shouldn't lie." She whispered.
He put an arm infront of her, stopping her from walking any furthur. "It doesn't have to be a lie." He winked and his smirk grew as her blush deepened. Trinity ducked under his arm and quickened her pace as she grew closer to the library doors. "I'll catch up with you later, Riddle!" He called after her as she disappeared into the library.
Trinity quickly sat herself down in the chair beside Ginny and resumed helping the red head with her homework as if nothing had happened.
The four Gryffindors sat themselves downstairs inside the Gryffindor common room, their feet warmed by the flames in the fire place. It wasn't long until they were joined by Pip. The Kneazle rubbed his head on the back of Trinity's hand and sprawled onto her lap.
"Classes tomorrow." George pulled a face. "This might be my last week in the Gryffindor Tower." He sighed.
Ron chuckled, "and then you'll be living with Kim."
"Well don't forget, Ronald - you'll be living with Lavender next year." Ginny stated, earning herself a warning glare from her older brother.
"And the year after that - you'll be living with Dean." Ron retorted.
Ginny shrugged, "yeah, but I don't mind." She replied. "I think you're forgetting that Dean was my boyfriend, a few years ago." Ron sunk into the sofa, crossing his arms, when was he ever going to win an argument with his sister?
"What did Malfoy want?" The middle Weasley turned to Trinity who had remained silent since they had left the library, currently, the girl was stroking her Kneazle who was gently purring on her lap. Should she tell them or not? What would they think of her? The Weasley's were her friends, she could tell them anything.
"Blaize told him that..." She trailed off and blushed, hiding her face behind her long raven hair. She looked around and - although they were the only Gyrffindors in the common room - she still continued in a whisper. "Blaize told Malfoy that we...slept together."
"Merlin..." The three Weasley's stated in unison. "That's why he was angry." Ron added, "he lost the bet."
"He thinks he's lost the bet." Ginny corrected her brother. "Did you tell Malfoy it wasn't true?"
Trinity shrugged, "I don't think I did."
George slapped his own forehead. "Merlin, Trinity!"
"It's probably another way to make you owe him or something." Ginny shrugged, "just ignore him. He'll probably make you feel guilty for no reason."
Trinity sighed and went back to patting her Kneazle. "Will one of you talk to him for me?"
George cleared his throat. "I can try if you want? Or, Ron probably should - after all he is your boyfriend..." The three Gryffindor's turned to look at the Weasley in question, who looked like he was in a daydream.
"What?" He asked, noticing three pairs of eyes staring at him intently.
Ron shuffled along the corridor, passing the Dungeons slowly as he made his way towards the library as he looked for Draco. Maybe he should just say he couldn't find him? Ron turned around and made his way towards Hagrids hut, perhaps it would just be better if Trinity spoke to Malfoy instead, after all, they did have Purebred tomorrow and every class (except Divination) had a seating plan. Trinity had practically all day, every day to talk to the Slytherin. 'Things would be so much easier if Malfoy was a Gryffindor.' Ron thought as he passed the Dungeons to the Slytherin common room again.
"Watch it, Weasleby!" Draco snapped as the red head bumped into him. "Broken up with your girlfriend? Little slag." He sneered. "Why're you in my territory?"
"Trinity didn't sleep with Zabini. She was with me, Ginny and George all day."
Draco smirked in disbelief. "Then why did I see her with Blaize in the corridor?"
"You must've mistaken her for someone else." Ron stated, frowning.
Draco scoffed, "raven hair, Gryffindor robes? I sit next to her every day, Weasleby, I know what she looks like!"
"There must be some explanation for this." Ron stated, mostly for himself.
"Right. Of course. Didn't it occur to you that she disappeared from under your nose for ten minutes?" And with that, Draco stormed down the corridor.
Ron frowned, Trinity hadn't been with them all day, just the majority of it. Perhaps it was true, maybe she did sleep with Blaize? He shook his head, she was his friend, he couldn't think like that. The red head carried on walking towards Hagrids', maybe the giant had some homemade treacle fudge?
Kimberly wouldn't admit it, but she was rather excited about the new dorms across the Black Lake. She really liked George Weasley. He was handsome, funny (not cocky) and smart - what more could a girl want? Lestrange was packing her things into her trunk when the dorm door opened and the rest of her roomates entered, gossiping about a certain raven haired Gryffindor.
"She cheated on Malfoy?" Daphne Greengrass exclaimed, "no way!"
"They weren't even together!" Pansy screamed at her, "so stop saying they are! Everyone knows he's my boyfriend!"
"But they are mates." Tammy Oliver stated. "That's a fact. So cheating still counts."
"And with Blaize Zabini." Daphne swooned. "He's my mate! How dare she!"
An evil smirk crossed Pansy's face, and all three other girls' in the dorm room saw the devilish glint in her eye. "Why don't we all tell her exactly what we think of her, tomorrow?"
Daphne grit her teeth, "show her!"
"No." Pansy warned, "you know what she's like with a wand. Even I have to admit that she's good, but she won't attack us...not verbally."
Daphne grit her teeth, "when I said show her, I didn't mean with a wand."
"You know the Dark Lord is her Uncle, Daphne." Tammy reasoned, "we can't beat her up. We might be killed or something!"
"Stop being so melodramatic!" Pansy slapped Tammy on the arm. "I attempted the Cruciatus curse on her - and I'm still here aren't I?" Tammy and Daphne exchanged glances before nodding.
Kimberly quickly shut the curtains to her bed and cast a silence charm. She pulled the mirror out from beneath her pillow and crossed her fingers, hoping that her Gryffindor friend would be in her dorm and it wasn't long before Trinity was reflected in Kimberly's mirror.
"Riddle, tell me these rumours aren't true!" Was the first thing Kim said.
Trinity shook her head, "they're not! But I don't know how they can be, I mean, I was with the Weasley's all day."
Kimberly sighed in relief and leant back on her bed, looking up at the mirror, "listen: Pansy, Daphne and Tammy are planning something to get back at you. You've got to be careful!"
Trinity gasped and her green eyes widened, tears threatened to fall, "but I haven't done anything wrong!"
"I believe you, Trin. And I'm going to help you, I promise."
Thank you to all my reviewers and alerters :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter, review please! x