Chapter 2 : Curiosity
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Setting: Takes place after HP and The Goblet of Fire
Chapter 2: Curiosity
Draco Malfoy sat down on the stiff green couch in the Slytherin common room. Somehow, he knew that this year was going to be better, well maybe not better, but it would be different. He just had this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. The Weasley girl had definitely grown up over the summer; he might even... Draco's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of his cousin sitting next to him.
"Hello Draco," Stephanie greeted in a mock tone.
He looked over at her and smirked. "Stephanie, to what do I owe the pleasure of your annoying self gracing my presence?"
She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and smirked back. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to let you know that I saw you eyeing my best friend at the welcome feast. She has become very beautiful this year, hasn't she Draco?"
"So." He eyed her warily. "What are you playing at? Like I could care about that Mudblood-lover."
"Ok, whatever," she said with a shrug. "But I thought you should know that she is way out of your league."
Draco scoffed. "Pfftt, a Weasley? Out of my league? Are you out of your bloody mind?" he exclaimed, obviously offended. "Just what the hell have you been taking? I mean, I don't really have a problem with it, but you are starting to appear bonkers." He grinned, "Now what do you think our family would say about you ruining our lovely reputation? Especially my father."
Stephanie started to laugh. "Lovely reputation? You're the one on drugs, dear cousin. Just because my father died last spring does not mean that Lucius has any say over my life."
"Keep telling yourself that, if it makes you feel better. By the end of next year you will become an official Death Eater. Not even you can change that," Draco laughed bitterly, "I couldn't."
"Draco, if you really didn't want to become a Death Eater, then it wouldn't have happened. You don't have enough faith. On the other hand, I will not become some bloody slave to Voldemort," Stephanie stated.
"Oh yeah, because it would have been so easy to just stand there and tell the Dark Lord that I didn't want to become a Death Eater. Father would have killed me on the spot." Draco scowled. "Unless he's somehow defeated before the end of the school year, I would start preparing for the inevitable. I mean, do you think that I like being a Death Eater?"
Stephanie didn't answer.
"Steph, you know me too well. I might be cold most of the time and hate Mudbloods, but I would never kill them. As much as I want to kill that bloody Granger sometimes."
She nodded. "I know that, Draco. Even so, you can turn to the good side. Be like Snape or something."
He looked at her, confused. "Snape? What about Snape?"
"I heard Potter and his friends talking about how Dumbledore trusted Snape, and that he wasn't the same as he used to be." Her sarcastic laughter filled the deserted common room. "Imagine that - our Potions Professor, traitor to Voldemort. I admire him."
Draco spoke up about three minutes later. "I can't believe...Snape...he turned to the good side. He doesn't seem the type."
"Yeah, I know, but he did. And you can too, you just have to have faith, like me." After another minute she stood up and started to walk to her dorm. Turning around with a smirk, she replied, "And please stop using that damn hair gel. It makes you look like that dude off of Buffy."
"I thought you said girls think he's sexy!" Draco yelled after her.
"Ugh, you're my cousin! Like I would ever think that about you."
Ginny and Hermione walked down from their dormitory to meet Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room.
"So, itís my last year at Hogwarts," Hermione said with a hint of sadness. "Do you actually think that Ron will notice me this year?" she asked her good friend as they sat down at the study table.
Ginny looked at her with sympathy. "Maybe you should talk to him this year, Hermione. You know that my brother is completely clueless."
"Completely clueless about what?" Ron asked from behind them. He always does have impeccable timing, doesnít he?
Hermione yelped. "Ron you frightened me. Don't do that," she scolded.
He smiled and ran his hand through his shaggy red hair. "S'rry. Like I said, clueless about what?"
"Oh nothing," his sister replied. "So, where's Harry?"
"He'll be up in a minute. He said something about going to go see Dumbledore."
Hermione sighed. "Itís likely he'll have bad news when he returns. All the attacks that have happened over the summer. V-voldemort...Oh, stop it, Ron...is probably getting ready for something big. You would think that Draco and the other Slytherins would be gone by now."
"Maybe I could ask Stephanie..." Ginny was interrupted by her older brother.
"Yeah, like a bloody Slytherin is going to tell us anything useful."
Ginny looked at him with angry eyes. "What is that supposed to mean? You know that she'll tell me the truth. Sheís the one that saved Harry's life last year and you know it. If Harry would have gone to the Shrieking Shack, he would've been Portkeyed to Voldemort's exact location."
"She is right, Ron," Hermione said giving him a look that said 'you should apologize'.
He growled. "Fine, I'm sorry. It is just going to take some time to accept that a Slytherin can actually do any good."
"Well, her little sister is in Gryffindor. I feel kind of sorry for her, being related to Malfoy and all. She will probably have to become a Death Eater soon," Hermione said, feeling sorry for the younger girl.
Ginny turned to Hermione in a daze. "What? I mean, I never really realized that she might have to...it never even crossed my mind."
The other girl was surprised. "Honestly, Ginny, most Slytherins become one. You two haven't ever talked about it?"
Ron, hearing the portrait open, saw Harry coming over to them. He turned back to listen to his sister and his other best friend. 'Hermione looks so beautiful', he thought to himself.
"Stephanie and I have never really talked about her family. All I know is that her father died last spring," Ginny replied.
Harry, who had just arrived, heard the last bit of their conversation. "Whose father died last spring?" he asked, his emerald eyes widening.
"Stephanie's," Ginny said.
He looked surprised. "That pretty Slytherin girl that helped us last year?"
Ron choked. "What? Bloody hell, Harry, you fancy a Slytherin?"
Harry laughed. "Ron, just because I think a girl is pretty doesn't mean I fancy her. I mean, I think your sister is gorgeous, but do I like her?"
Ginny blushed a bright red.
Ron blushed too, but with anger. "You better not Potter, or I'll wring your bloody neck!"
"Ron, you will not!" Ginny yelled at her brother. "God!" She threw up her hands in exasperation. "I can't even have someone tell me I'm pretty without you jumping down their throat."
"Ginny, she never told you about the possibility of becoming a Death Eater?" Hermione interrupted, before an argument ensued.
The red-headed beauty huffed. "No. She doesn't like to talk about her family. Stephanie isn't the kind of person who would want to become a Death Eater."
"I wonder why," Harry remarked sarcastically. "Everyone in Malfoy's family is probably a Death Eater. I bet even the old nice grands is."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, but that doesn't change that fact that Stephanie never talks about it."
Ginny, used to Ron and Harry's comments about Draco, ignored them. "Maybe I can get something out of her," she said, obviously agreeing with Hermione. "But she is my best friend, not a resource. We all agree about that right?" she asked, eyeing the trio with knowing glances.
"Sure we do," Hermione answered for them.
Ginny began to wonder why Stephanie had never trusted her enough to talk about family issues. Ginny had told Stephanie some of her deepest, darkest secrets, including what happened with Draco in her fourth year, and even how she opened the Chamber of Secrets in her first year.
All she knew now was that she needed to find out what was going on with her best friend.
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