Temptation
Pour Deux
by
Annie
Adrienne
Chapter
6
Breakfast
in Two Dimensions
“Draco,
could you pass the salt?” Pansy Parkinson asked, yawning as he handed it
to her. “Thanks,” she said,
pouring
a good amount all over her plate and eyeing it with a very obvious look
of disgust. “The food here is just
awful.
If I’d went to Durmstrang like mother had told me to, they’d never try
and shove this slop down our throats.”
He
nodded agreement politely, before hungrily digging into his own plate of
scrambled eggs. He supposed he could
understand
Pansy’s feelings. His father had wanted him to go to Durmstrang as well,
though his mother had stepped
in
and told him she wouldn’t have it. Mother had gone to Hogwarts, and she
didn’t want Draco to feel like they were
sending
him away so they wouldn’t have to deal with a child. He laughed bitterly,
taking a sip of butterbeer. One of
the
seventh years had enchanted the Slytherin mugs to serve it at every meal
a few weeks back, and he was quite
enjoying
it.
He
stabbed his eggs, grinning at Pansy who was still pushing them around her
plate. They weren’t that bad, actually.
There
were so many house-elves here, they had to be doing something. Spying
Hermione out of the corner of his
eye,
laughing tiredly at the Gryffindor table, he couldn’t help but feel a pang
of guilt, remembering her S.P.E.W
campaign
from a while back. But they were happy, and at the moment he was higher
on the food chain… and it was
much,
much too early to think about those kinds of things.
“Draco,
what are you doing this summer?” Crabbe muttered. Well, actually, Draco
was fairly sure he hadn’t meant
to
mutter, but he did have a rather strange voice…
“Going
home, what else? Father hasn’t planned any trips that I’m aware of, and
none of your parents should either.
You
never know when you’ll be called.” He winced, looking down at the bare
spot on his inner forearm, a spot that
would
soon be scarred for life. Pansy sighed, a hint of worry coming to her eyes.
“It’s
only our sixth year, Draco… you don’t think…”
“I
do think.” He said firmly, trying to hide his own fear. He didn’t want
to frighten Pansy any more. “He’s growing
stronger,
and he’ll need all the help he can get. What makes you think he wouldn’t
recruit inside Hogwarts? My
father’s
already set up a meeting with him.”
“Oh,
Draco.” Pansy said, raising a hand to her lips, the usual sick, honey-sweet
tone gone from her voice. He knew
Pansy
had more to her than the airs she’d been putting on lately- they’d known
each other practically since birth.
“Please
be careful. The Dark Lord knows I’ll put myself in his service whenever
he should call upon me, but I don’t
think
I’m ready now-”
“I’m
ready, Pansy.” He told her, putting a comforting hand over hers. “And I’ll
be fine. We’re on the winning side,
right?
There’s nothing to worry about.”
Comforted,
if only slightly, the sixth year Slytherins went about their usual breakfast,
failing to notice the fuming
brunette
Gryffindor burning holes in their backs with her deep brown eyes.
*****
Hermione
flushed bright red in anger, watching Draco as he slid his hand over Pansy’s
at the Slytherin table, putting
on
a valiant face. What did he think he was playing at? What now, was he going
around recruiting girls to come visit
him
over the summer? She should have known this was just a trick, that he was
only using her-
“What’s
got you all riled up, Mione?” Ginny asked, interrupting her thoughts. Hermione
instantly snapped to attention,
willing
the red to disappear from her cheeks.
“Oh,
it’s nothing-”
“Nothing,
my arse.” Ron said, biting into his eggs, and continuing with his mouth
half full. “I saw you looking over at
the
Slytherin table Hermione, now is there something you want to tell us?”
She
froze in shock at his words, her mind racing. Did he know? Did they all
know? How could they know? She and
Draco
had been discreet about meeting, not even talking to each other outside
of places they knew to be secure- had
they
used the invisibility cloak? Spied on her? What exactly had they heard?
All of it?
“I-
I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ron.” She stammered, not meeting
his eyes. She tried to tell herself to
stay
calm, but felt her cheeks heating up anyway. Harry snorted.
“Don’t
be silly, Hermione. You’ve changed a lot over the past few years…” he smiled
warmly at her, eyes twinkling.
“We’ve
all changed, come to think of it.”
“So…
so you’re okay with it?” she asked, eyeing them all thoughtfully. Ron grinned
at her.
“Why
wouldn’t we be okay with it? Never let it be said that the Fearless Foursome
isn’t up for a new plot to make
life
hell for the Slytherins- I’d enjoy seeing Malfoy livid one last time before
break.”
Hermione
laughed with the others, playing along. Inwardly she heaved a sigh. Whether
it was out of relief or sadness,
she
couldn’t tell.
She
wanted to tell the others- the ‘Fearless Foursome’ as people had come to
call them- what she was doing. But
half
their purpose as a group was to fight to protect Harry and the rest of
the wizarding world against Lord Voldemort
and
the Death Eaters. She didn’t think it would go over well if she told them
she was going to spend the summer
pretending
to be one. She just felt unsafe, leaving for the summer to live a life
of danger, and have no one know
where
she was or why they couldn’t contact her.
She
just wanted someone she could trust, someone who would understand being
torn between the two worlds, and
someone
who would want to help a young girl in need. Suddenly, it dawned upon her.
Serverus
Snape was the answer to all her problems. And she had detention with him
in about eight hours.
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