Title: Chloe Sullivan & The Slytherin Princes
Sequel to: Draco Malfoy and the Legimens Glimpses
Universe: 4th in the Fidelius Series
Fandoms: Smallville/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: When Chloe is sent to Hogwarts so that she can learn under Severus' tutelage, she puts Bellatrix's lessons to use as she pretends to be Pansy Parkinson, and brokers a deal with Draco Malfoy. If she has to pretend to be his girlfriend and make out with him a lot to keep up appearances for all those watching, well, she's ready to make sacrifices in the name of first class education.
"What do you think we should do about those first year Gryffindors?" Daphne asked, leaning closer to her. "They disrespected us and can't be left to get away with that."
"Something bad has to happen to them," Millicent declared from her other side.
Chloe took a moment to formulate an answer as she gazed at Pansy Parkinson's two minions. When she'd been told that she'd 'graduated' from Bellatrix's studies and that she would now go to Snape's tutelage, which would only be possible by Polyjuicing into one of the students already attending Hogwarts, she'd taken the few hours she'd had with Pansy Parkinson to truly interrogate her. She didn't only want to know what the girl would do in certain circumstances but why she did it. She wanted to get into the girl's head, to understand the way her mind worked and her ambitions, the things that drove her to be the way she was or do the things she did. She learnt how Pansy held some power over the female Slytherins because power was greatness and should she want to have a good match in the future she had to prove a leader in her own right, and Pansy apparently had her eye on the Malfoy name.
That in itself amused Chloe, as she couldn't imagine why anyone would want to marry Draco. He wasn't the most likable of characters, and he had so many flaws, and he couldn't even see them! Then again, his attitude was probably one of the things she liked about him, so she figured she shouldn't comment or even have an opinion in the matter. It wasn't as if she'd ever marry him anyway. The Dark Lord had made that abundantly clear.
"We need to hex them," Daphne continued. "They need to learn to respect their betters!"
"One of them was a mudblood." Millicent's lips pulled back in an ugly smile. "We should make an example of him."
Once again they both turned to Chloe, who they thought was Pansy, awaiting her input on the matter.
"I don't think we should do anything," Chloe replied after a moment, seeing the way the girls' eyes widened in horror. "We don't want more House Points deducted from us. You know the whole faculty except for Professor Snape are biased against us." She leaned forwards and smirked. "But if an accident were to happen..."
The smiles slowly returned to their faces.
"What do you have planned?" Daphne whispered.
"How long will they be in the Infirmary?" Millicent chuckled.
"Give me a couple of days to figure it out. When days pass and nothing happens they'll lower their guard and people will forget about what happened... which will make us seem less suspicious whenever it does." It also gave her time to try and get used to this body, to the Polyjuice Potion she had to take to keep this form, and she could also get into the routine of Pansy Parkinson. She'd been in this body for three days now and was shocked that no one had seemed to realize just how disoriented she was when it came to going to classes. She'd just followed Daphne and Millicent around, using them as guides, and let them happily prattle away, the two filling her in on everyone and how much they despised them. It was probably due to the fact that neither of them ever stopped to breathe that Chloe figured no one really noticed her own awkward silence, and she was able to absorb much information from their prattle.
So far during the classes she hadn't been called upon to do anything with Parkinson's wand, and if for some reason one of the teachers tried to make her do something other than brewing potions, well, that was a part of this whole learning experience, wasn't it? She was supposed to learn how to mingle successfully in a certain group without calling attention to herself, to successfully pull off being someone else despite not having their abilities. And she was just going to have to find a way around her inability to use magic or a wand.
While having mastered the potions part, Lana had failed this half of the mission, apparently having been discovered by Draco and Zabini. She'd raised too many eyebrows at her behavior, and Chloe was a little worried for the girl now under Bellatrix's tutelage, but she couldn't really concentrate on her or Lois-whom Lucius had had to keep on longer (to his chagrin) because she too had failed her training. Despite this he was sure he and his wife were making progress. He was also sure that if they kept Lois 'just a little longer' that they could make a Pureblood Lady out of her.
"This will be so good," Millicent chuckled.
Daphne smirked at her. "It's so good to have you back Millie. You had us so scared for a while there. Right Pansy?"
"Right." Chloe had heard the rumors about Millicent's 'odd' behavior, and Pansy had told her all about how freaky she'd been... Although now that she herself was about to be 'substituted' she'd declared that it made sense. "I mean... jogging. Come on Millie. That's not healthy."
Millicent blushed, lowering her gaze. "I honestly don't know what I was doing."
"Clearly." Daphne sneered.
No one seemed to suspect that a memory altering charm had been placed on Millicent so she would forget the fact that she'd been substituted by someone else.
Sensing movement, Chloe turned to see Draco enter the Slytherin dungeons, his robes billowing behind him as he stalked to what she'd deemed the Malfoy Throne, since no one else dared to sit on it. He threw himself down and stared at the fire as a muscle jumped in his cheek. He appeared paler than usual, and more annoyed. These last couple of days she'd realized that Draco Malfoy wasn't only a miserable bully to the other Houses, but he was quite the prat to his own House as well and more than a couple of the Slytherins were scared of him. The other half idolized him. Then again, most of those scared of him sort of worshiped him too.
She wasn't going to ever understand the Slytherin mentality.
The scariest person was apparently the one everyone else looked up to as a leader.
Then again, now that she thought about it, wasn't the whole Death Eater thing the same? They all looked up to the scariest one as their leader.
She shook her head, scolding herself for that thought.
The Dark Lord mightn't look normal but he'd done so much for her...
"You'll get him eventually Pansy," Millicent announced, gaze going to Draco. "Don't worry. You're the only girl who is worthy of him."
Daphne made a face.
"Got something to say to that, Daph?" Chloe raised an eyebrow, recalling Pansy's declaration that Daphne had an 'illogical' belief that she could be Malfoy material, and Pansy had declared that it was her duty to remind the girl where her place was.
"Of course not," Daphne mumbled.
Millicent sneered, obviously enjoying seeing Daphne 'put in her place'.
Chloe gazed at the two girls and shook her head, realizing that these three really weren't friends at all.
Pansy was the Alpha female. Daphne wanted the power but would never have the guts to actually do anything about it so she got as much as she could as a minion. Millicent didn't want the power of leadership, what she wanted was the protection and privileges associating herself with the right people gave her.
The blonde felt really sad for this trio.
They'd never be happy if they continued like this.
Draco must have felt the attention on him because his icy blues met Chloe's and he sneered at her. "What do you want, Parkinson?"
"Other than a proposal?" She asked flippantly before she could even stop herself.
There was silence in the Slytherin room as everyone turned to look at her in shock.
Draco narrowed his eyes on her. "Excuse me?"
Chloe was about to retract that and save face when she noticed the smirk on Daphne's face.
The blonde in a brunette's body raised her chin and stared those blue eyes down. "When are you going to stop writing to that stupid mystery girl of yours and actually pay attention to a real flesh and blood girl?" She'd heard Pansy rant about this and tried to put resentment into her voice. "And what's with the secrecy? People are beginning to ask questions Draco." She smirked, eyebrow raising. "She wouldn't be a mudblood would she?" She chuckled. "She wouldn't be Granger would she?"
In seconds Draco had pulled out his wand and stood in a fluid motion, wand aimed at her dangerously.
She gulped back the sliver of fear and stood, pulling out Pansy's wand although she knew that the most she could do with the piece of stick was hit Draco with it.
"I'd tread carefully if I were you Parkinson," Draco snarled, looking quite dangerous.
"Did I hit a nerve, Draco?" Chloe tried her best to look amused despite her nervousness. She didn't need to get into a duel now, especially considering that it would be incredibly one-sided.
Draco snarled and sent a curse towards her.
Chloe barely managed to dodge it and grabbed the closest thing to her she could, flinging it back at Draco.
The corner of the hardcover book hit Draco square in the face.
Chloe's eyes widened, the girl just as shocked as the rest of the House of Slytherin as Draco cradled his face and snarled, cursing.
She was so dead.
Draco, nose bleeding, sent another curse flying her way and Chloe ducked behind the sofa, eyes widening when one of the cushions exploded.
No one tried to help.
No one looked like they even cared to help.
Millicent and Daphne were frozen.
Zabini sat in his corner reading a book.
Theo, who had no idea that she was there as Pansy, was doodling in the air in front of him in a bored fashion with his wand.
She shook her head at them.
She was never going to get Slytherins.
The entrance to the dungeons opened and Snape paused, eyeing the destruction and Draco's bleeding nose, before giving a little put-upon sigh. "Mr. Malfoy, go see the Medi-Witch." His gaze narrowed on Chloe. "As for you Ms. Parkinson, you will be serving detention with me. Starting now." With that he turned and left.
Draco sneered at her before leaving to go to the Infirmary.
"I can't believe you did that!" Millicent whispered fiercely. "It was so stupid!" She blinked. "And yet kind of awesome."
"You have no chance of becoming Mrs. Malfoy now." Daphne was obviously doing her best to keep from smiling about that.
"Oh Daph, don't get your hopes up." Chloe stood and straightened her robes, sending the other girl a condescending smile. "Do you really think the Malfoys would align themselves with your family given your... lineage."
Suddenly the other students were paying attention once more as blood purity was questioned.
Daphne went pale, horrified. "There's nothing wrong with my lineage! It's pure!"
"Of course it is." Chloe patted her cheek with mock tenderness before leaving the Slytherin dungeons, heading towards Snape's rooms for 'detention'. She wondered how long they could drag these detentions out so that no one would notice that she spent her free time with him anyway. Pansy was going to have to have more of a backbone and get into trouble if she was going to basically live in detention as needed so Chloe could carry out her potions studies.
She paused, feeling watched, and turned to look around.
She was alone in the halls... but the feeling of being watched was intense.
There was no way that she was only imagining it.
"Hello?" She called into the empty hall behind her. "Is anyone there?"
Shaking her head, Chloe took in a deep breath as she continued forwards in time for the hall to shake.
She froze, looking around her.
What the hell?
Suddenly a couple of first years (three of them were the Gryffindors she was supposed to be planning revenge against), raced down the hall towards her screaming.
"What-?" Chloe's eyes widened as behind them giant spiders came into view. "Oh my god." She looked around her before she dashed towards the first door and found it locked. She cursed and raced to the second, finding it locked as well. Terror filled her as she went from door to door, trying the locks. She needed an open door! She needed a place where they could hide! In her search the frantic blonde stumbled across a door she hadn't noticed before and found the door unlocked. "Get in here!"
The eleven years olds cried as they raced into the room and Chloe joined them, closing the door behind her and locking it, pressing her back against it as suddenly one of the spiders began assaulting the door viciously trying to break it down.
The children screamed and cried.
"Someone use Lumos!" Chloe ordered, pressing her back against the door harder. "Now!"
The Ravenclaw did so, lighting up the large room they found themselves in.
"We're going to die!" One of the Gryffindors cried.
"No, we're not." Chloe assured the kid. "But I need help here. Look for things to chock up against this door. As long as they can't get in we're fine. There aren't any windows they could break through."
The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and one of the Gryffindors nodded, searching through the surprisingly spacious supply room for things to use to block the door.
One of the Gryffindors just cried.
The other, the 'mudblood', gulped before going to Chloe's side and pushing against the door with her.
They stood side by side, pressing their backs against the door as it shook violently.
"Thanks for not leaving me out there," the kid whispered finally.
Chloe's gaze went to him in surprise. "Why would I do that?"
He looked up at her, equally surprised. "Because I'm a mud-because I-."
She wondered if he could see the horror she felt at his assumption. "I wouldn't leave you to get eaten by one of those monsters! You're just a kid!"
"But you're a Slytherin." He seemed so confused, and just as shocked as she was. "You think people like me should be dead."
"No, I don't." Chloe frowned.
"But-but You-Know-Who...he kills my kind," the boy whispered. "Don't all Slytherin's follow him?"
Chloe was unable to say anything as she looked down at the boy.
What could she say?
Voldemort-he didn't kill innocent children!
There-this-it was a war and sometimes there were innocents who got caught in the crossfire but she couldn't believe that he would be capable of killing a child like this one just because he didn't come from a magical background. There was no way that the same man who hadn't shunned her despite her inability to do magic would be capable of the evils this little kid thought he could. Obviously the people on this side of the war were telling everyone lies about Voldemort and making him out to be a monster-something which his visage would only support in the eyes of ignorant people.
"We found this." The kids returned pushing a table they'd found somewhere in the ridiculously large room, pushing the heavy thing up against the door.
The sounds of fighting and screaming could be heard on the other side of the door.
The kids huddled together, whimpering, terrified.
Chloe was somewhat scared herself, at least these pipsqueaks knew some basic magic to defend themselves with, or at least cause a distraction. She didn't have that on her side. She had to try and rely on her quick thinking and the resources she had at hand.
Something slammed against the door.
The little Hufflepuff girl screamed and hugged the Ravenclaw boy.
Chloe looked between the kids before leaning against the heavy table, adding more resistance to the door. "I'm going to do something right now that none of you kids can ever tell anyone about. Do you get that?"
The kids exchanged looks before nodding.
"Good." Chloe flinched when something rammed against the door and caused the table to slam into her back a little, but the door held. "First I need your names."
The kids hesitated before the little muggleborn Gryffindor spoke up. "Riley."
The other two Gryffindor boys joined in. "Christopher. Francis."
"I'm Donovan." The Ravenclaw boy mumbled. "And she's Priscilla."
"Good." Chloe needed to keep them distracted from the sounds of war outside. "First off all, who here knows some basic locking spells?"
Donovan raised his hand.
"Good boy." She smiled encouragingly, pushing away from the table. "Try some."
The Ravenclaw cleared his throat and drew his wand, casting the locking spells he knew. "There."
"Great." Chloe nodded before sitting up on the table once more. "Okay then, for the important part that no one must ever know of."
The kids gathered around, silent.
She gazed at them intently before speaking. "What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?"
The eleven-year-olds looked at her as if she was insane.
The blonde in a brunette's packaging smirked. "And I thought Ravenclaw was supposed to be so smart."
Donovan took that as a challenge and began mumbling the riddle to himself. "Runs but doesn't walk, mouth but never talks, head but never weeps, bed but never sleeps."
"It's a riddle," Priscilla whispered to herself.
The Gryffindors sent Chloe a curious looks.
"It wouldn't be a mute ghost would it?" Donovan wanted to know.
Chloe smiled. "No, but that's an interesting guess."
Seeming encouraged by that, the Gryffindors became competitive, trying to figure out what it was.
"A Hippogriff!" Francis guessed.
Chloe shook her head. "Nope."
Something else slammed against the door. The movement shook the table and nearly sent Chloe flying off of it but she somehow managed to stay on.
Everyone's gaze went to the door.
Chloe turned her head to look behind her, breathing a little heavily, before she shook her head and turned towards the kids. "Come on now, you haven't answered the riddle."
She needed to keep them distracted.
The door, and the table beneath her, began to shake.
Chloe grabbed the edge of the table and held on as she kept her eyes on the kids. "C'mon, it's easy. Just think about it."
The shaking stopped.
The kids huddled closer.
There was silence outside.
Chloe pushed off from the table and turned towards the door, keeping the kids protectively behind her when the door handle began to rattle. "Stay behind me."
She felt Priscilla reach for her skirt and grab hold in fear.
Suddenly there was a pounding sound against the door.
Priscilla gave a cry.
"It's all right," Chloe whispered down to her, her own shaky hand brushing the girl's hair soothingly. "Whatever it is, it can't get in here."
"And if it does, we'll show it not to mess with us!" Riley raised his wand.
Donovan, Francis and Christopher agreed, raising their wands as well.
"Is there anyone in there?" Someone called.
"Oh thank god," Chloe whispered, racing towards the table and pulling it away from the door in time for it to open to show none other than the person she'd been avoiding these three days.
He stood, eyes narrowed on her. "Is everything okay in here?"
She nodded, not sure how Pansy would react in this situation. "Are the spider thingies dealt with?"
His gaze narrowed further. "Yes, the Acromantulas have been taken care of and are no longer a threat."
"Good." She cleared her throat, awkward in her ignorance of how to handle the situation. So in lieu of something to say she brushed past Harry Potter, shivering as her shoulder touched the shoulder of the boy leader who would have her, Lois and Lana killed if he only knew... Images raced acrossed her mind and she hissed as she brought a hand to her forehead. They were too quick for her to see anything, to make anything out. And then the images, and the pain, were gone.
Shaking her head, Chloe brought her hand from her forehead and surveyed the damage and destruction left behind in the wake of the battle with the spider things. She hugged herself and ignored Potter and the First Years as she made her way towards Severus' chambers for her fourth Potions lesson. It shook her to realize just how close she'd come to death and how powerless she'd been to do protect herself. That just wouldn't do. She needed to talk to Severus about this. He needed to see that an exception had to be made due to her inability to use magic.
She needed an ally within Hogwarts other than him.
She needed a student who knew about her and who could help, not only protect her, but assist her.
Determined, she walked on towards Serverus' private chambers.