Stars Go Blue: Chapter 10
Standard Disclaimer still applies. Mature.
Harry smiled at his date, who seemed preoccupied.
"Mara, would you like another Butterbeer?" He queried for the third time.
"What? Oh. Yes, please...I'm sorry Harry," she apologized as Madame Rosmerta scurried away, "I'm a tad distracted, and miserable company I fear."
Before the smiling Harry could agree, their date was (rather rudely) interrupted by one Ginny Weasley.
"Harry, I'm so... So sorry. I just... I didn't think that you'd ever forgive me, and then Ron told me that you still love me, and Neville told me that I should be with you because I'm the only one that makes you happy, which, he said, is a "far to rare occurence these days" and so, here I am. Hermione told me where to find you...Oh." She stopped short, recognizing Harry's drinking companion, "Mara."
Mara sighed inwardly at the drama this girl seemed to create everywhere she went, and forced a smile to her lips.
"Hello Ginerva. I was just about to leave. After all, one must be aware of the rebound," Mara was seething at her own foolishness, but remained calm, at least to those who observed the unfolding drama.
"Mara, wait," Harry started, but was cut off by Mara's scathing voice and flashing eyes.
Leaning close, she whispered, "Harry. I am attempting to leave without a scene so that you can be with the fucking love of your life guilt-free...do not detain me or I may burst into tears or flaming rage, neither of which would be pretty. Now Good Day!"
The last two words rang out, the only indication of her searing wrath. With that, she left Harry to continue his date with the girl he supposed he'd always love.
~*~*~
It was only after she reached the outskirts of Hogwarts that the tears started to cascade down her cheeks.
Where do you go when you're lonely
Her vision blurred, she wandered to the lake, and there she sat, benath the blue stars -- weeping. A soft plinking noise emanating from her tears dropping onto her wooden shoes. Sobbing, she removed the offending noisemakers and flung them into the lake.
How could you have been so blind? You were probably a mere ruse to make her jealous. The Boy Who Lived being attracted to you of all people? Grand-daughter of ... and the one who defeated He Who Must Not Be Named...What the HELL is with the damn monikers anyways? Holy crap, they're Harry fucking Potter and Lord fricken Voldemort...or rather Tom Marvolo Riddle! And if they must have stupid nicknames, they should be called Boy Rebound and Mr. ... Powertrip!
I HATE this damn school. Draco is the only sane one, but even he is slightly warped. Who doesn't tell a person how they feel? Oh yeah, you, you dumb girl!! Why didn't you tell him... You were too preoccupied with the "safe" one? Too scared of the fact that with Draco you actually feel like maybe... Just maybe... He would understand....?
Mara's tirade against herself was interrupted by a large snake.
"Your grandfather wishes to speak to you," the snake hissed.
"Well tell him I have no desire to hear what he says," Mara hissed back, tired, lonely and not at all in the mood.
"He said you would say that, but he also said he has an offer for you, one he says that you could never refuse."
"What's that?"
"Acceptance."
~*~*~
Draco stood, transfixed, as the girl he had been watching but I'm not a stalker... spoke fluent Parseltongue with the snake that rarely left the side of the Dark Lord.
How on EARTH does she know Parseltongue? And that snake? What secret is she hiding from us all--especially Wonderboy? And why do I suddenly feel like I've seen her eyes before?
Mara turned to see Draco there, watching her. The snake moved away, ready to report the happenings to her master, including a time and place when his granddaughter would meet with him.
"Draco"
"Mara"
The stood still for a moment, then Mara went to brush past him. She never made it, for he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers in a desperate attempt to say everything he couldn't convey with words. Damn the English language!
She pulled away from him abruptly, sobbing, "I can't do this, Draco. I just can't. I gave my pledge to meet... My grandfather... You're too late."
"Why should that stop us? And why did you talk to that snake? And WHY do you know Parseltongue?" The questions issued from Draco's mouth before he could prevent them.
Mara looked at him, then shrugged. "My grandfather's gifts, I suppose. You don't turn them down it seems... At least, not without being Harry Fucking Potter."
With that, she stalked past him, heading for the dorms.
As Draco slowly followed her, he pieced together what she had meant.
She's Voldemort's granddaughter. Shit.
~*~*~
The next couple of days, a thick tension settled over Mara and Draco's dorm.
Every time Draco would enter the common room, Mara would gather her things and rush to her room, slamming the door, furious with herself for giving him the knowledge she had.
The morning of the third day of this broke with a grey cloud over Draco, and a strange owl outside his window. Letting the bird in, Draco took the letter from it's leg.
Draco,
Voldemort's granddaughter is to meet with him tonight. It seems he is desperate to test her. Despite the fact that she's his family, (or perhaps due to the fact...) I have reason to fear for her. I cannot alert the Order, as that would put my position in jeopardy, and the Order is not convinced of my alliance anyways. I am begging you to help her... I know you share a dorm with her... Do what you are capable of.
--Severus--
With this missive in mind, Draco hurried off to class. Unable to concentrate on the bubble-head charm, he excused himself and went to the Headmistress' office.
"Google," he offered, to no avail, "Puddlemere, gooseberry, fudge, house elf, DAMN IT!"
The last was an expletive, cursing the fact that he didn't know the password, but to his amazement, the gargoyle leapt aside.
"Whoa," he muttered, entering the office, "the Gryffindor is cooler than I thought."
He knocked tentatively on the door, which creaked as it opened slowly.
"Headmistress?"
No answer came, so Draco stepped inside. The office was devoid of humanity, save the portraits, all of whom commenced chattering at him immediately.
"Professor Black," Draco addressed his ancestor sombrely, "if one were to need to speak with...say...the Weasleys, how could they do that?"
Feeling very important, the portrait informed Draco that, "The mirror before you is a two-way... read the inscription, say the name of the one you wish to speak to, and presto!"
"Thank you."
Draco moved to the mirror and soon found himself face to face with Arthur Weasley.
"Draco! What can I do for you?"
"Mara's in trouble," the blonde replied, filling Mr Weasley in on the important details.
Mr Weasley immediately formulated a plan, rather taking Draco by surprise. His father had been exceptionally wrong about a lot of things... Mr. Weasley's competence not least.
Where do you go when you're lonely, I'll follow you
Harry smiled at his date, who seemed preoccupied.
"Mara, would you like another Butterbeer?" He queried for the third time.
"What? Oh. Yes, please...I'm sorry Harry," she apologized as Madame Rosmerta scurried away, "I'm a tad distracted, and miserable company I fear."
Before the smiling Harry could agree, their date was (rather rudely) interrupted by one Ginny Weasley.
"Harry, I'm so... So sorry. I just... I didn't think that you'd ever forgive me, and then Ron told me that you still love me, and Neville told me that I should be with you because I'm the only one that makes you happy, which, he said, is a "far to rare occurence these days" and so, here I am. Hermione told me where to find you...Oh." She stopped short, recognizing Harry's drinking companion, "Mara."
Mara sighed inwardly at the drama this girl seemed to create everywhere she went, and forced a smile to her lips.
"Hello Ginerva. I was just about to leave. After all, one must be aware of the rebound," Mara was seething at her own foolishness, but remained calm, at least to those who observed the unfolding drama.
"Mara, wait," Harry started, but was cut off by Mara's scathing voice and flashing eyes.
Leaning close, she whispered, "Harry. I am attempting to leave without a scene so that you can be with the fucking love of your life guilt-free...do not detain me or I may burst into tears or flaming rage, neither of which would be pretty. Now Good Day!"
The last two words rang out, the only indication of her searing wrath. With that, she left Harry to continue his date with the girl he supposed he'd always love.
~*~*~
It was only after she reached the outskirts of Hogwarts that the tears started to cascade down her cheeks.
Where do you go when you're lonely
Her vision blurred, she wandered to the lake, and there she sat, benath the blue stars -- weeping. A soft plinking noise emanating from her tears dropping onto her wooden shoes. Sobbing, she removed the offending noisemakers and flung them into the lake.
How could you have been so blind? You were probably a mere ruse to make her jealous. The Boy Who Lived being attracted to you of all people? Grand-daughter of ... and the one who defeated He Who Must Not Be Named...What the HELL is with the damn monikers anyways? Holy crap, they're Harry fucking Potter and Lord fricken Voldemort...or rather Tom Marvolo Riddle! And if they must have stupid nicknames, they should be called Boy Rebound and Mr. ... Powertrip!
I HATE this damn school. Draco is the only sane one, but even he is slightly warped. Who doesn't tell a person how they feel? Oh yeah, you, you dumb girl!! Why didn't you tell him... You were too preoccupied with the "safe" one? Too scared of the fact that with Draco you actually feel like maybe... Just maybe... He would understand....?
Mara's tirade against herself was interrupted by a large snake.
"Your grandfather wishes to speak to you," the snake hissed.
"Well tell him I have no desire to hear what he says," Mara hissed back, tired, lonely and not at all in the mood.
"He said you would say that, but he also said he has an offer for you, one he says that you could never refuse."
"What's that?"
"Acceptance."
~*~*~
Draco stood, transfixed, as the girl he had been watching but I'm not a stalker... spoke fluent Parseltongue with the snake that rarely left the side of the Dark Lord.
How on EARTH does she know Parseltongue? And that snake? What secret is she hiding from us all--especially Wonderboy? And why do I suddenly feel like I've seen her eyes before?
Mara turned to see Draco there, watching her. The snake moved away, ready to report the happenings to her master, including a time and place when his granddaughter would meet with him.
"Draco"
"Mara"
The stood still for a moment, then Mara went to brush past him. She never made it, for he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers in a desperate attempt to say everything he couldn't convey with words. Damn the English language!
She pulled away from him abruptly, sobbing, "I can't do this, Draco. I just can't. I gave my pledge to meet... My grandfather... You're too late."
"Why should that stop us? And why did you talk to that snake? And WHY do you know Parseltongue?" The questions issued from Draco's mouth before he could prevent them.
Mara looked at him, then shrugged. "My grandfather's gifts, I suppose. You don't turn them down it seems... At least, not without being Harry Fucking Potter."
With that, she stalked past him, heading for the dorms.
As Draco slowly followed her, he pieced together what she had meant.
She's Voldemort's granddaughter. Shit.
~*~*~
The next couple of days, a thick tension settled over Mara and Draco's dorm.
Every time Draco would enter the common room, Mara would gather her things and rush to her room, slamming the door, furious with herself for giving him the knowledge she had.
The morning of the third day of this broke with a grey cloud over Draco, and a strange owl outside his window. Letting the bird in, Draco took the letter from it's leg.
Draco,
Voldemort's granddaughter is to meet with him tonight. It seems he is desperate to test her. Despite the fact that she's his family, (or perhaps due to the fact...) I have reason to fear for her. I cannot alert the Order, as that would put my position in jeopardy, and the Order is not convinced of my alliance anyways. I am begging you to help her... I know you share a dorm with her... Do what you are capable of.
--Severus--
With this missive in mind, Draco hurried off to class. Unable to concentrate on the bubble-head charm, he excused himself and went to the Headmistress' office.
"Google," he offered, to no avail, "Puddlemere, gooseberry, fudge, house elf, DAMN IT!"
The last was an expletive, cursing the fact that he didn't know the password, but to his amazement, the gargoyle leapt aside.
"Whoa," he muttered, entering the office, "the Gryffindor is cooler than I thought."
He knocked tentatively on the door, which creaked as it opened slowly.
"Headmistress?"
No answer came, so Draco stepped inside. The office was devoid of humanity, save the portraits, all of whom commenced chattering at him immediately.
"Professor Black," Draco addressed his ancestor sombrely, "if one were to need to speak with...say...the Weasleys, how could they do that?"
Feeling very important, the portrait informed Draco that, "The mirror before you is a two-way... read the inscription, say the name of the one you wish to speak to, and presto!"
"Thank you."
Draco moved to the mirror and soon found himself face to face with Arthur Weasley.
"Draco! What can I do for you?"
"Mara's in trouble," the blonde replied, filling Mr Weasley in on the important details.
Mr Weasley immediately formulated a plan, rather taking Draco by surprise. His father had been exceptionally wrong about a lot of things... Mr. Weasley's competence not least.
Where do you go when you're lonely, I'll follow you