Title: Draco Malfoy and the Legimens Glimpses
Sequel to: Chloe Sullivan and the Secret Snarking
Characters: Chloe/Draco, Lana/Blaise, Severus Snape, Bellatrix Lestrange, Lord Voldemort, Theodore Nott, Marcus Flint, Lucius Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass
Fandoms: Smallville/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Rosier starts attending Hogwarts while Polyjuiced as Bulstrode Draco sees this as the perfect opportunity to use his Legimens ability to read her mind and discover once and for all why Chloe, Rosier and Gaunt are so important to the Dark Lord.
Millicent Bulstrode was in Hogwarts posing as Theodore Nott.
The students in the house of Slytherin were starting to freak with "Nott's" weird, uncharacteristic behavior because now they had two students who had radically changed their behaviors and they were all starting to fear that this was contagious somehow.
It annoyed Draco that he was in the same House as those idiots.
How could they have not realized by now what was going on? How could the fact that Bulstrode was acting weird, while Nott acted exactly like Bulstrode should be acting...not raise some red flags?
Then again, a lot of things annoyed Draco greatly recently. Ever since he'd lost the duel and with it a little respect from both the Dark Lord and his father, his mood had been foul. His aunt's words rang in his head. They were true. How could he, of the Noble Houses of Black and Malfoy, have been bested by Nott? How could he lost? How? It made no sense. How could he have let himself get distracted the moment when he needed to be the most concentrated? How?
Questions like that hounded him as the days dragged on without answer from the thorn in his side. It didn't make it any better that this reminded him too much of the last time his father had taken her away. Draco hadn't known about it then either, or what his father was doing or what the plan with the girl was. It annoyed him deeply. She was probably one of the only half-way decent conversationalists he knew and his father kept on depriving him of that.
He somewhat resented him for it.
"She's Lana. And I bet the real Bulstrode is posing as Nott now."
Draco looked up from the pink abomination cast on his bed to the one who'd placed it there. "10 points to Slytherin."
Zabini sent him a furious look. "You knew?"
"Wasn't it bloody obvious?" The blonde wanted to know, snorting. "She was bloody jogging mate. Jogging." He raised an eyebrow. "How do you still have that? Rosier went after you days ago to retrieve it."
"I copied it obviously." Blaise replied, running a hand over his hair. "She thinks she stole it back stealthily."
Draco snorted, reaching for the pink thing and browsing through it, frowning. "The girl's obviously barmy." He flipped through the pages as he looked up at Blaise. "It's gibberish."
"No, actually, it isn't." Blaise replied. "It just looks like it is, to us."
"She's writing in code?" Draco snorted. "Doubt she's that advanced in magics."
"No, she's not. And even if she were I'd be able to decode it." Zabini replied with no pride, just raw conviction. "That isn't in code."
"Then what in Salazar's Blood is it?" Draco wanted to know.
"It's the Fidelius Charm at work."
The Slytherin paused before looking back down at the gibberish. "Makes sense. The three girls are secondary secret keepers." He shook his head, running his hand through palest blonde hair. "They'd be unable to tell us even if they wanted to."
"Only the primary secret keeper can divulge the secret." Zabini agreed, shifting his weight on his feet, betraying his unease. "And I'm betting that either Snape, your dad, or your aunt is the primary secret keeper...maybe the three of them even."
"Right." Draco agreed, throwing the copied pink creation behind him. "It only confirms that they're far more than just daughters of death eaters."
With a flick of his wand Zabini cast a Silencing Charm before nodding his agreement. "They're definitely more than that. If the Fildelius was cast then they have a purpose that's important and needs to be kept secret."
"Explains the training." Draco mumbled. "They're being prepared for something, something big."
"Something that has to do with the big mission your girl was sent on with Nott." Zabini replied before snorting. "I'm still surprised that with your aunt and father both in the Dark Lord's good graces that you weren't chosen."
A muscle jumped in his cheek. "I got distracted and Nott got a lucky shot."
"And what could have distracted Draco Lucius Malfoy in such a vital moment like that?" Zabini snorted, sneer and a knowing expression on his face. "Never thought I'd live to see the day you slipped up because of a girl."
"I didn't slip up because of a girl!" Draco rose from his bed, eyes narrowed.
"Then what happened?" Zabini countered, raising his chin, not backing down from this challenge. "Unless Nott was the distraction-."
"Nott was not the distraction!" Draco sputtered, horrified.
"Come on Malfoy, no harm in admitting it." Zabini goaded, superior smirk tilting his lips. "Everyone knows that in his own way Nott has his attraction-."
"I wasn't bloody distracted by him you ginormous git!" Draco snapped. "I sent a look towards Chloe and that opportunist hit me with a spell and-!"
"So you were distracted by Sullivan." Zabini grinned, victorious.
Draco felt like cursing him with something horrible. "Greengrass. Her name is Greengrass. Not Sullivan. She's a pureblooded witch."
"Then what's the issue?" Zabini wanted to know. "It's not like you have to hide your attraction to her anymore. There's no reason for it. She's a pureblooded witch and there could be no objections to your interest in her."
"I have no interest in her other than to find out why she's necessary to the Dark Lord." Draco grumbled.
"And if you're not interested...why do you care?" Zabini countered.
"What idiotic prattle." Draco snorted.
"No, hear me out. Your father and aunt are very important to the Dark Lord as well, and yet you're not risking His fury by trying to get to them. Honestly, you probably don't even really care about them or what they're doing for Him. But you care about her." Zabini shook his head. "You're worried about her. You lost to Nott because you got distracted due to the fact that you couldn't keep your mind on the duel...instead it went to her. It's eating you inside and you're being a right prat to everyone more than usual because you know that Bulstrode is somehow now posing as Nott and Nott is with her."
"I couldn't care less who's with her!" Draco snarled, standing from his bed. "I don't give a fig about her or her safety or who she got her 'vast oral knowledge' from!"
Zabini blinked. "Her vast-?"
"That's none of your concern." Draco's eyes narrowed, annoyed for having let that slip.
"Vast knowledge?" Zabini pushed.
Draco whipped out his wand. "Drop it, Zabini."
Zabini watched him before his lips twitched. "You don't give a fig."
Draco's grip on his wand tightened.
"Just look at you, you're growling like a watch dog." Zabini chuckled, shaking his head. "I know it must be so new for you that you couldn't recognize it, but what you're feeling now, Malfoy, are emotions."
"Sod off." Draco warned.
"You like her." Zabini, like always, pushed his luck. "And you're jealous as hell and worried about her."
"I said..." The blonde trained his wand on his fellow Slytherin. "Sod. Off."
"Fine." Zabini smirked, backing away, hands up. "You're right. I'm wrong. You don't care about Sullivan. And that's good I suppose." He put his hands down and that smirk grew. "Especially since we both know that winning that duel held far more importance than just this secret mission." He continued backing away. "It's probably a trial run to see how they work together. If they lose then they die. If they succeed-then probably a new Death Eater partnership will have been born."
Draco's grip on his wand tightened so much it began to tremble.
Zabini chuckled. "So, yeah, it's a good thing you feel nothing at all for her."
With that he grabbed his wand and undid the Silencing Charm before leaving the dorms.
Draco glared at the dorm door as it slid closed behind Zabini, before snarling and throwing his wand on his bed.
It didn't help that three weeks later he finally heard from Chloe.
Or that her first sentence was:Nott is brilliant, we made it through the task successfully thanks to his amazing abilities and I will most definitely recommend him to our mutual Friend once we arrive home.
Draco sat in bed and reread that over and over again, wanting nothing more than to tear the damn scroll into millions of pieces.
But he didn't.Something important is happening. I can't tell you more but I want you to know that things are going to change.
His eyes narrowed.
What was she talking about?I have a little riddle for you. If you answer it right it'll make all the difference in the world.
Draco sat up straighter, his eyebrows nearly touching in a concentrated frown.I differ from one to another, sometimes pleasant sometimes a horror. A little goes a little and a lot goes more, don't forget, don't miss one, and I will endure.
"That's a terrible riddle!" Draco scoffed, going over it once more. "It's too bloody vague!" He reread the riddle. "What the hell is she trying to say?"
If only he knew.