Title: Chloe Sullivan & The Slytherin PrincesSequel to: Draco Malfoy and the Legimens GlimpsesUniverse: 4th in the Fidelius SeriesFandoms: Smallville/Harry PotterRating: TDisclaimer: Don't ownSummary: 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.
"They're saying Lord Voldemort was behind the spider thingies attacking the school last night." Chloe still wasn't able to believe that as she paced Severus' chambers the next day, the potion she'd been making simmering, her nervous energy keeping her from actually sitting down and waiting. "It's utterly ridiculous. Deplorable. Slander. Defamation! He wouldn't do something like that. He wants Hogwarts, he wouldn't do anything to endanger it or its students." She was annoyed that Severus merely remained in his seat and didn't contribute anything to her tirade. "And even if for some reason he found it necessary to do something like that he would not have done it while I was in Hogwarts!"
Severus finally looked up from his texts. "It is true that he would be most... displeased... if something were to happen to you."
"See!" Chloe threw her hands in the air as she continued to pace. "He couldn't possibly be behind last night's attack! I bet you anything it's that damned Potter and his people doing it so that they can save the day and make people think that they're the heroes while we're the villains!" She turned to Severus and slammed her hands down on his desk. "Can you believe that that first year Gryffindor thought I'd leave him to be eaten by those mutated spiders just because he's a muggleborn? I would never-! These Order people have everyone thinking that we are monsters that kill children for crissake! Children!"
Severus watched her in that silent, intent way of his that made her wonder sometimes if he wasn't evaluating her soul.
"The little muggleborn Gryffindor thanked me for not leaving him to be eaten, Severus! Thanked me!" She collapsed onto her seat, feeling so tired. "We're not monsters. Why can't they see that?"
"Your potion, Miss Greengrass."
She jolted up and hurried to her cauldron, pulling it off of the fire and smiling as she gazed down at the bubbling liquid, taking a whiff of it. "It's ready."
Severus stood, his every movement always liquid, precise, calculated. He made his way to her side and gazed down critically at the potion before taking in a whiff, raising an eyebrow. "The color is slightly off but it smells about right."
She grinned up at him. "What do you smell?"
He raised an eyebrow. "That is none of your concern."
"When am I going to need to know how to make this modified version of the Amortentia potion?" Chloe frowned as she gazed down at the liquid. "Is this somehow related to my mission at the end of this semester? My 'exam' if you may.?
He raised an eyebrow. "You've only just successfully completed one exam. One wouldn't think you'd be so eager for another."
"I'm not eager. I'm curious. There's a difference Severus," she pointed out. "And you know that I never would have passed that test if I hadn't had Theodore there with me. The boy was brilliant. If he hadn't been so quick thinking and able-wanded I would have failed that test for sure."
"I wouldn't be too quick to praise Mr. Nott's performance so faithfully, as it was you who did the most important parts." Severus surprised her with the compliment, even if it was dished out in his dour way. "For being completely without magic you managed to accomplish more than half of what these young 'potentials' would have. If the spell placed on your magic hadn't been faulty and left you with that defect you wouldn't have needed Mr. Nott at all."
She sighed, pulling a strand behind her ear. "But I am defective, Severus, and while I more than make up for most things with my mind there are just some things a cunning plan can't do. I'm only lucky that there was that locked room otherwise I'd be dead right now. Those spider things would have had me for dinner."
Severus nodded. "I do see your point."
"I need someone within Slytherin as an ally, not just you. People will begin to wonder if I keep going to you. Pansy never liked you, not that she liked anyone but herself or Draco... but if I'm to realistically portray her..."
"I see your point," he repeated.
"So?" Chloe made a face. "Did you speak to Him last night about it? May I have a confidant here in Hogwarts?"
Severus waited a moment before folding his arms over his chest. "He had an interesting answer to that dilemma."
"What?" Chloe leaned forwards.
"He believes that the Order might have a suspicion that you are here and as such last night was an attempt of theirs...though he isn't sure what exactly their intention was," Severus mumbled, monotone. "And as you so expressed earlier, your safety is of the essence. If it wasn't for the fact that you are learning skills now that are of importance he would have taken you from here already. He wouldn't have allowed you to leave his side."
Chloe nodded, having known that.
His dark gaze went to the potion. "What do you smell?"
Confused by the change in subject, Chloe gave the potion a cautious whiff. "Different things."
"Amuse me." He folded his arms over his chest.
"Uhm... well... there's a papery scent, like that of parchment I guess, and there's a hint of a soapy scent too." She made up her face as she took another sniff, trying to figure out what the third scent was and why it seemed so familiar. "I can't make out what the third is. I know I've smelt it before but I don't know where." She looked up at him. "Why?"
"The color is slightly off, it's important to know if you've made this correctly otherwise you'll have to do it all over again," he replied blandly, pulling out his wand, and with a swish and a flick had a container dip into the warm liquid, a cork stopping the top as the container floated into his hands. "You shall need to test it."
She gulped and lowered her gaze on the liquid as he passed her the container. "On someone?"
He raised an eyebrow. "That is the idea."
"Who?" She squeaked, having suspected that she might have to use this potion for her 'end of semester mission' but not having guessed that she might have to use it now. "Will this even work? I am in Parkinson's form." She blinked. "Is that the reason it was modified?"
"Test it out," he repeated blandly.
"Did Lana have to do this?" Chloe wanted to know.
"Miss Rosier, though very capable with brewing potions, was barely able to remember to take them, much less administer them to others." Severus declared with a slight sneer. "When she returns I hope that Bellatrix has sorted out those...tendencies."
Chloe clasped the container and placed it in her pocket. "So all I have to do is make the person I want to... test it on... drink something with some drops of this in it or something like that, right?"
He nodded. "Report to me during our next meeting on how it went."
"You want me to do it now?" Chloe squeaked.
"You are dismissed." Severus waved her away.
Slipping the potion into her pocket, Chloe fretted as she tried to figure out who in the world she wanted to use as a test subject, and it didn't occur to her that Severus hadn't told her exactly what Voldemort's plans were concerning her safety in Hogwarts and having an ally.
To say that she was grateful that today was saturday and thus there were no classes was an understatement. The blonde in a brunette's body fretted the whole day away, trying to figure out who exactly to administer the potion to and how. She'd gone over every single candidate and yet couldn't come around to doing it. She'd chickened out, coming up with a million reasons why each and every one would be a HORRIBLE person to have infatuated with her, even if it was only for a couple of hours or days... depending on how long the dose would linger in their bodies. Still she knew that Severus would be waiting for her report and to know whether the Amortentia she'd made was usable... so there was no way around it. She had to hex someone into being in love with her. Great. Just great.
In the end she went the coward's way and left a goblet with pumpkin juice in the middle of the Common Room while no one was around, the taste of the Amortentia within hopefully masked by the taste of the juice itself.
She'd then hurried to her room and hid within on Pansy's bed, pulling out the scroll she always kept on her, seeing that Draco had written her.
Attn: Annoyingly Vague
Last night that bitch Parkinson broke my nose! She went completely mental for no reason, sputtering things about proposals, and then threw a book at me! I swear, women make no bloody sense! If she's so determined to marry me you'd think she'd have the sense to know that physical assault is NOT the way! I'm going to get her back for it and she's going to rue the day she ever met me.
I have to admit it though, despite everything, that was probably the only time I've actually felt some respect for the chit.
Also, the fact that she threw a book at me and not a curse was... quite interesting. It annoys me that I'm still quite intrigued by that move.
You've been a terrible correspondent lately.
Also, you are terrible at riddles. I still can't make sense of those senseless words.
If it's supposed to be so bloody important then make it clearer.
Draco Malfoy, Currently Plotting Revenge
Gulping, wondering what exactly Draco had planned for her, Chloe brought the quill to the scroll.
Attn: Currently Plotting
She BROKE it? What exactly did you do to make her that mad? And also, the fact that she used physical violence in lieu of magic shows some serious personal issues there. It's what you'd call a crime of passion. Maybe the book she was throwing at you had to do with the Etiquette of Pure Blood Marriage Proposals? Maybe there's something in that. You should most definitely check it out just in case this is all a terrible misunderstanding.
See? You're actually liking her better because of it!
No need for violence.
Yes, I must admit that I have been a terrible correspondent and for that I must apologize. I'm just trying to grow accustomed to certain circumstances and they've left me... feeling quite unlike myself. Hopefully I'll get into my new routine soon and I'll be able to entertain you better.
You're terrible at answering riddles.
Chloe Sullivan, Riddler Extraordinaire
She rolled back up the scroll and quill and placed it in the pocket of her robes before a loud sound from the Commons caught her attention.
The blonde stood and exited the dorm room, going towards the Commons and frowning when she saw Theodore holding his hand to his head.
"Theodore?" She called, worried. "Is everything all right?"
He turned towards her, before smiling. "Yes."
She blinked, shocked since Slytherins didn't exactly smile so openly to each other. They sneered.
"You're so beautiful."
Chloe's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was going on. "Oh no." Her gaze went to the now empty goblet and by the time she returned her gaze to Theodore and opened her mouth to apologize he was in front of her, arms going around her body and pulling her to him in a kiss.
The blonde squeaked into the kiss, not sure what to do or where to put her hands.
This was so wrong!
She hadn't expected Theodore would be the one to-!
This was all against his will!
The entrance to the dungeons slid open and Draco Malfoy entered, stopping when he saw what was going on. "You're such a slag, Parkinson."
Theodore let go of Chloe and turned his wand on Draco. "Take that back!"
Draco trained his own wand at Theodore in seconds. "I've been waiting for this."
"Wait! Don't! Stop it!" Chloe looked between them frantically. "Theodore, don't listen to him, okay? He's just mad because I broke his nose."
"No one insults you in my presence and gets away with it," Theodore snarled. "You are all things wonderful and sweet."
Draco barked out laughter. "Parkinson? Wonderful and sweet? Are you barmy?"
"I will not have you speak of her that way!" Theodore growled. "CRUCIO!"
Draco sneered. "CRUCIO!"
"STOP IT!" Chloe screamed, getting in between them and holding her hands out, the curses from each side hitting her at the same time, filling her with the intensity of their anger.
She doubted that people realized that their emotions came through to the one being Crucio'd. She could feel the anger and resentment both boys felt towards the other, and these emotions fueled their Crucios. Thankfully though, despite the fact that she was being hit with two different Crucios, the boys didn't have half of the anger or power that Bellatrix did, so while the pain ripped through her, Chloe was able to remain standing. Her knees were wobbling though.
"My love!" Theodore cried out in terror, rushing to her side and gathering her in his arms.
Draco was frozen, eyeing her in horror. "Why would you do that?"
Chloe held onto Theodore's robes, taking in a deep breath. The Crucios still circulated in her system like electricity yet their effect was already beginning to wear off. "Because I could handle it. You two idiots though? I doubt it."
Theodore swept her off of her feet, causing her to cry out in surprise at the unexpected move. "We must take you to the Infirmary."
"No!" Chloe shook her head. "I'm fine Theo. Really."
"What if I have hurt you?" Theo wailed. "How could I look into your beautiful eyes knowing that I made them flash with hurt? I don't deserve to live!"
She looked up at him and sighed. "We need to get that antidote in you. Right away. I can't deal with this until it wears off." She struggled to get down but Theodore wasn't letting go. "Theo!"
"No," he replied firmly.
She groaned. "Please!"
Draco looked between them before his eyes narrowed. "Really Nott, Parkinson is telling you she's okay. Are you calling her a liar?"
Theo's eyes flashed with horror. "Never!" His dark gaze went to Chloe. "I would never-!"
"I know!" Chloe wondered why in the world someone would want someone else this devoted to them. It was somewhat scary... and annoying. She much preferred Theodore the way he was normally, not this... this love-sick puppy. "Why don't we go visit Professor Snape?"
"Yes, why don't you?" Draco sneered. "He'll obviously have the antidote to whatever it is Nott is suffering from."
"There is no antidote to love!" Theodore assured in a spirited way.
"Of course there isn't." This time when she tried to get down he allowed her to, and Chloe gave Theodore an encouraging smile as she slid her arm around his waist. "Let's go."
He smiled down at her, blushing, as his arm encircled her shoulders. "To the ends of the world."
Oh dear god.
Chloe just nodded to Theodore's many declarations of love as she led him out of the dungeons, admittedly relieved Draco had stayed behind. It was embarrassing enough, having Theodore start sputtering to the portraits about her many beauties and marvelous ways. He even tried to stop a couple of third years to tell them about the 'joy of reciprocated affection', but Chloe managed to somehow keep him from going on too long with his revelation to them and mumbled to the confused third years that 'Malfoy' had jinxed 'Nott'. The Slytherins had sensed the tension between Theodore and Draco and quickly accepted this explanation, one muttering about how those two should remember they were fighting Gryffindor and not each other.
"And your skin really isn't so terribly pallid like everyone says." Theodore felt she needed to know as they strolled towards Severus' rooms.
"Thank you," Chloe sighed.
"And your nose really isn't puggish," he continued.
She brought a hand to her nose.
"And your tits aren't completely-."
"I get it!" She cried out, feeling insecure even though she knew that these observations were really towards Pansy's body and not her own.
By the time they finally made it to Severus' chambers Chloe was nearly in tears in desperation to have this enchantment removed from Theodore Nott. She didn't know what sort of insecure, desperate woman would use Amortentia on a man, but she not only pitied the woman-she quite detested her. This was horrible. This was inhumane. No one should have to suffer having someone behave the way Theodore was acting towards her. No one should enjoy it!
Severus raised an eyebrow as he opened the door to see Theodore with his arm proprietarily around Chloe. "Interesting."
"It's not interesting," she growled at him as she pushed into his chambers, dragging Theodore with her. "It worked. Now stop it."
"Why are we coming to Professor Snape's rooms?" Theodore frowned. "He doesn't have designs on you too, does he?"
"No." Chloe pulled away, taking in a deep breath. "Nott, you weren't supposed to drink that. I-I've been falling behind on my grades in McGonagall's class, you know how she's so biased for her House, and so to make extra credit Professor Snape let me do some extra curricular work. One of the potions I had to make was Amortentia."
Severus, who'd gone into the closet, came back out with a vial. "Drink this."
Theodore looked at the vial in disdain. "My love is not a fabrication of potions!"
"Prove it then." Chloe pinched the bridge of her nose. "If it's real then you drinking the Amortentia antidote won't do a thing."
Seeing the reason in that even in his deluded state, Theodore drank the potion, and then dropped the vial, coughing at the taste as the Amortentia wore off. He looked up, horror and embarrassment on his features before he turned and stormed out of the room, muttering darkly to himself.
Chloe took in a deep breath and sat down on Snape's chair. "What a relief." Her eyes opened. "I hope my final exam doesn't involve me having to go through something similar to that ever again."
Severus' lips twitched in evil amusement despite his emotionless face. "Many a teenaged witch would have salivated to be in your position."
"If a guy chooses to kiss me, I don't want a love potion to be the reason," she declared, making a face. "It's wrong. The kiss even tasted wrong because I knew that he really didn't want to."
"What high morals." Severus seemed to be mocking her.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I have Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow. How am I supposed to get through that class without any magical abilities to speak of?"
He folded his arms over his chest. "You shall have to tell me exactly how during tomorrow's detention."
"You're no help, Severus," she complained, pushing up from her seat. "10 points from Slytherin."
He snorted. "I am not in Slytherin. You cannot deduct points from me."
"Of course you're in Slytherin," she countered with a wink. "You're its Crown Prince."
And with that she left his chambers, already trying to figure out just how she was going to get through this mission without being discovered.