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.
He put to memory the secret exit to Hogwarts and the spells needed to get through, he was more than sure he'd need this information in the future. The young Slytherin had found it easy to slip out of the dungeons and be in his godfather's office at the appointed time, and once they were out of Hogwarts they were able to Apparate to the meeting place, which surprisingly enough was Goyle Manor. He'd been here a couple of times when he couldn't avoid it, and he wondered what the Dark Lord could possibly want to do at the Goyle Manor. It wasn't anything compared to Mafloy Manor, which was why the Dark Lord usually chose to have his meetings or gatherings there. The only time he'd chosen to have it somewhere else had been that night at Riddle Manor but Draco assumed that that had more to do with keeping the girls in the safety of the Manor more than anything else.
But it wasn't his place to question, even though his mind was filled with them, especially once they were inside and found the dark lord and a select few wizards and their...sons. His father was there as well, which was to be expected as wherever the Dark Lord was there Lucius Malfoy could be found as well.
Draco's eyes narrowed when he saw Marcus Flint in all his sharp-toothed glory.
He'd never quite liked the recently graduated Slytherin and he found he liked him even less tonight for some reason, so he ignored him as he and Snape went to greet the Dark Lord, who stood waiting on them.
Zabini stood with his mother, ignoring all, eyes narrowed, obviously wondering what was happening.
The doors behind them flew open, and Aunt Bellatrix strolled into the room, Chloe surprisingly enough at her heel.
Draco's eyes widened.
Chloe's eyes swept over the multitude, before pausing on him, a curious expression on her face before she turned and followed his aunt to greet the Dark Lord. She bowed low before him before reaching for the hand he offered her with practiced ease, kissing it. Draco watched as Voldemort nodded his approval to Bellatrix over her head.
It was obvious that Bellatrix had had a hand in Chloe's apparel that night, as she was dressed in similar style to her mentor, though her hair was pulled back in a tight bun and not in the mess of tangles his aunt's was.
What exactly was going on?
What was this meeting all about and why was Chloe here when Rosier and Gaunt weren't?
"Thank you all for being so prompt." The Dark Lord announced once they were finally all congregated. "I am sure you are all wondering why you have been called to this meeting."
There was silence, but the expressions on the men and their son's faces said it all.
"If you remember I introduced Ms. Greengrass at our last gathering." Voldemort reached out and placed his hand on the girl's shoulder. "There is a...mission...she will be deployed on and will be needing the assistance of another wizard."
Draco's eyes widened as suddenly he realized why he and the other newly initiated were there.
He sent a look in Chloe's direction, yet narrowed his eyes in frustration when he found her exchanging a pleasant smile with Flint.
"Only those with proficient knowledge and skills in both potions and the darker arts have been issued an invite to tonight's gathering," Voldemort clasped his hands together. "Here is a chance not only to put what you've learnt to the test...but you prove yourself." He raised his gaze. "It will be dangerous and if you fail there will be no mercy." His lips curled in an evil smile. "Are there any volunteers?"
Draco narrowed his eyes, seeing the hesitation and fear in everyone's eyes. He spoke up with an "I do"...at the same time three other boys did.
"Ah," the Dark Lord smiled. "The rest, you know the way out."
The fathers and sons left until only Draco and Lucius, Marcus Flint and his father, Theodore Nott and his father, and Zabini and his mother remained.
To their side, Snape and Bellatrix oversaw the event with watchful eyes.
"Your bravery has been noted." Voldemort announced before turning to Bellatrix.
Draco's aunt bowed low and crooked before straightening and skipping eagerly to circle each boy, picking at each one's clothes and hair while mumbling to herself.
"This one won't do at all." Bellatrix mumbled, making a face at Zabini. "Wrong scent all-together."
Draco and all the boys frowned at that, wondering what in the world she was talking about.
"And this one won't do either." Bellatrix announced, shaking her head at Marcus. "There are things that cause the Flints to run and hide."
"How dare you-!" Mr. Flint snarled.
Bellatrix pulled out her wand and aimed at him, cackling. "Want to play?"
Mr. Flint gulped and slowly put away his wand.
"Seeee?" Bellatrix sing-songed. "Like father like son. He cannot be the one."
"Leave." Voldemort commanded, the Zabini and Flint family quickly Apparating away.
Draco sent a look towards Nott, who was probably one of the few people he found an equal. Theo was just as pureblooded he was, and even though Draco didn't like to admit it, he was somewhat cleverer. The only reason why he was admitting Theodore's intelligence was because it might very well be the thing that trumped Draco.
"Two fine candidates." Bellatrix pushed the boys towards the dark lord.
Snape nodded. "Draw your wands."
Draco and Theodore did as told, a sliver of unease passing between them.
"This can only be decided in one way." The Dark Lord agreed, eyes on them with hellish amusement. "The last one standing will be the chosen."
"Face your partner!" Snape hissed.
Draco and Theodore faced each other, their faces empty, eyes narrowed, hands tight on their wands. They made the customary bow and then Theodore sent the first spell that Draco only barely managed to deflect.
Bellatrix scurried over to where the Dark Lord, Snape and Chloe were watching the duel, Snape with a protective shield around them so that no stray curse could affect them.
The curses and deflecting spells passed between them faster as lightning, each boy determined to win, yet for very different reasons.
Theodore's father had always coveted the Malfoy's high standing and favor in the Dark Lord's eyes due to the fact that the Notts were just as Pureblooded and rich. He would have no doubt seen this as a way to show up the Malfoys and begin courting the Dark Lord's favor.
Draco had the pressure of maintaining the Malfoy's favor in the Dark Lord's eyes, but if he were truthful that wasn't the reason why he was putting so much into this duel. If he won he'd be sent on a mission, with Chloe, just the two of them...and with all that time together he was sure he'd be able to delve enough into her mind and figure out what exactly was going on and what part she and her cousins played in this War. He couldn't explain even to himself why he was so desperate to know this, but it was an insanely intense necessity that drove him forwards.
He turned to send a glimpse towards where Chloe was watching and didn't notice Theodore cast a spell he hadn't heard of before, the magic hitting him full in the chest, the agony excruciating and blinding as his body seemed to be torn apart from the inside and he lost all control over his limbs as he fell to the ground. Defeated.
Theodore had won.
Draco's body spasmed on the ground, finding it hard to breath, choking on blood in his throat.
"My Lord!" Lucius cried out. "He must be-!"
Chloe knelt down next to Draco, leaning over him. "It'll be over soon."
He looked up into her eyes, sensing the gut-wrenching worry in her right before she leaned down and kissed him.
It was unlike the kiss at the banquet, this time lips moved and he could taste her mouth. The Slytherin couldn't understand it, couldn't explain the heat that sprung from his stomach to the rest of his body. It wasn't her healing, he knew that feeling, could sense it as she soaked in his curse into her own body. This heat, this sensation of molten pleasure, was something else. Something he'd never felt before, and it left him deeply confused.
Finally the agony completely slithered out of him and into her, and she gasped as she collapsed next to him, body jerking violently, face contorted in agony yet not uttering a word of pain.
He turned to look down at her, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't supposed to care. "Chloe?"
A shadow fell over them and he looked in time to see his father reach them and bend, picking up the girl in his arms. Lucius' icy blue eyes fell on his son for a second, letting him know with just one look how disappointed he was, before he sighed and accommodated the girl in his arms. "Young Mr. Nott, accompany us." And with that he walked away, Theodore sending Draco a quick look before exchanging a smile with his proud father and hurrying after Lucius and Chloe. With Lucius touching both children they Side-Along Disapparated.
The Dark Lord Disapparated.
Mr. Nott did as well.
Aunt Bellatrix remained behind and tsked, shaking her head at him. "You're a shame Draco Malfoy. Letting a Nott best you."
A muscle jumped in his cheek as the young Slytherin forced himself to his feet. "I was distracted."
"Exactly!" She hissed, rounding on him. "You're no good if your mind wanders during battle!" She shook her head, face made up in disgust. "How could someone with the blood of Black and Malfoy in them lose to a Nott?"
And with that she Disapparated.
Only Snape and he remained, his godfather looking quite bored as usual. "Time to go back I suppose."
Draco raised his chin. "What was the mission?"
"You would have known had you won." Snape held out his arm. "My best advice would be for you to put this out of your mind and forget it ever happened."
Draco scoffed, unable to believe his godfather was even suggesting that, but he just placed his arm on top of Snape's and they Apparated away.
It never crossed his mind that he'd had the opportunity to delve into her mind, but had been too worried about her to do so.
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What the hell was that back there?
Draco Malfoy, The Boy Who Dueled
Attn: The Girl Who Doesn't Answer
Look, I didn't ask you to heal me. I could have gotten Madam Pomfrey to do so and blamed everything on Potter.
Draco Malfoy, The Boy Who Is Annoyed
Attn: The Girl Who Ignores
Seriously? What the hell was that thing at Goyle's all about? Why aren't you answering? Dammit!
Draco Malfoy, The Boy Who Is Angry
Are you okay?