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.
To be honest, Chloe didn't really know what being Draco Malfoy's pretend girlfriend meant. It was also harder because she couldn't just react, but had to do so in the way that she supposed Parkinson would. Bellatrix's lessons were really beginning to pay off. They made her think cunningly, made her process things in a way she never would've done so naturally, and Chloe realized that having studied under Bellatrix before taking on this task had given her an unfair advantage. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Lana for having to try this without any of Bellatrix's tutelage. No wonder the girl had failed!
A part of Chloe wondered about Lois and Lana, about what they were doing now, what they were learning. Lana didn't have the problems Chloe did so she doubted that Bellatrix would teach her the restraint she had Chloe, but there had to be something else Lana needed working on so as not to be a weak link and Bellatrix would sniff it out quickly.
Manners and culture were definitely Lois' biggest problem, and it really wasn't because the brunette couldn't learn them, but because she had absolutely no desire to do so. She'd always made her nose up at "ladies" and rules of any kind. The only person's rules she'd ever followed had been the Dark Lord's and it wasn't without question sometimes. She was a wild spirit and Chloe didn't blame Lucius' training on the fact that she hadn't been tamed. Lois would only allow herself to appear tamed, at best, and that was only once the joy of exasperating Lucius and his wife failed to outweigh the tedious lessons they were giving her.
Leaning back on the sofa, legs tucked under her, Chloe ignored the other Slytherins in the Common Room and instead went over the revision for the Defense Against the Dark Arts. This class caught her interest the most due to the fact that while under Lord Voldemort's tutelage she'd learnt all about the Dark Arts but never really how to counter them. This was an interesting flip of the coin, and her desire to learn, to be useful in some way, had her consuming the literature Pansy Parkinson always took for granted. It was why Chloe was reading the whole DADA textbook from the beginning even though the real Parkinson would have already read and known this information. To be honest, Chloe had already done this exact same thing with all of Parkinson's school texts so she'd know what the other girl should, but she hadn't paid as close attention to the other subjects as she did with this one.
Pulling a strand of dark hair behind her ear, the teenager went over an extremely interesting part of the text, committing it to memory. It was her utter interest in what she read that was to blame for her missing Draco's grand entrance, and the way the girls in the Common Room sat up a little straighter, preening for him. She licked her lips, nibbling on the bottom one for a second as she closed her eyes and repeated the sentence over and over again, her lips moving silently as she lodged that sentence deep within her mind.
The sofa dipped with the weight of someone sitting far too close to her. Her eyes flew open as she turned to tell whoever it was to back off... when she came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
The whole Common Room was deathly silent.
"We already studied all that." He rested his arm around her shoulders casually, as if this wasn't out of character at all, and leaned in as he peeked at what she was reading.
"I know that." She cleared her throat and returned her gaze to the book as well. "I'm just thinking that, with the study guide basically giving us a hint of what we're going to be having our exams on, it would be better if I brushed up on what we already learnt on the subject." The girl nearly froze when she felt Draco's fingers trail up and down the side of her neck in a lazy caress. "I-uh-with Buckteeth Granger always sixteen steps ahead of us and stealing our damned H-House Points I thought we should, I don't know-." She was forgetting what she was saying as his thumb pressed a little harder against her skin, causing her to shiver. "Uh—ummm."
Draco's grin was evil and amused as he leaned in closer, speaking softly into her ear, his breath tickling her loose strands of hair. "Parkinson isn't smart, Chlo."
She felt her body flush as she forced herself to keep from reacting, tried to think about how Parkinson would do this.
Parkinson was obsessed with Draco... so she'd probably be on cloud nine now and not having a minor heart attack and mental breakdown... and she probably wouldn't have gone all blank in the head and melted in the bones.
Confused as to her intense reactions to Draco of all people, Chloe fought with herself before calming down and snapping the book shut. She turned towards him with the smirk she'd seen in enough of Parkinson's pictures. Throwing the book over the back of her shoulder (innerly cringing at the disrespect to the book), she surged forwards and over him so that she straddled him as he leaned back against the sofa, his arms splayed out on either side of the neck-rest. His eyes were silvery blue, intrigued and challenging as he stared up at her.
Parkinson would be eating this up.
Parkinson wanted to be this man's wife.
Parkinson would use this opportunity to not only cement her position in his life, but send a message to the other girls who wanted him as well.
Parkinson would mark him as her own.
Draco's gaze was intent on her face, less amused yet still intense. His arms remained splayed out on either side as he obviously challenged her to take the next step.
Wetting her lips, Chloe's heart raced as her gaze lowered to his lips. She then looked up quickly and turned to glance at the students on her right who were watching them with wide-eyed shock. The blonde in raven-haired body let herself smirk the smirk she'd been studying and perfecting as she turned her gaze towards the students on her left as well.
Parkinson would gloat.
Parkinson would rub it in.
Parkinson would want everyone to witness this occasion.
Parkinson-Parkinson wouldn't hesitate this long.
Returning her gaze down to Draco, Chloe leaned forwards, molding her body to his, her hips sliding back slightly down his lap to accommodate her new position. Draco's hiss was a welcomed, unintended praise as he tightened his grip on the neck rest of the sofa.
The sound made her feel a little more at ease. It betrayed that she wasn't the only one affected or out of her depth. Still, Bellatrix had taught her about this, about how to use anticipation to bring a man to his knees, so she should technically have the upper hand, but Chloe hadn't ever had to use her knowledge on someone else before.
Hadn't wanted to.
And yet now a part of her now wanted to see if she could bring Draco to his knees.
Draco snickered at her, almost challengingly, almost as if he could read her thoughts.
Trying to ignore the many eyes on her, Chloe closed her own and pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead. Parkinson would have rushed it, pressed her mouth to Draco's, sloppily eager, but Chloe took her time. She kept her eyes closed, breathing in the soapy scent of his skin as she pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, taking her time. She tested the feel of him beneath her lips, alternating from closed mouth kisses to slightly opened ones, tasting flesh.
Draco's grip on the neck rest of the sofa tightened. She could feel it. Feel the tension in his body. Her lips travelled down the sides of his face slowly, alternating, before skipping his mouth all-together in a move that obviously annoyed him if the slight growl that escaped could be trusted.
She ignored him though, never having had the freedom or courage to do this with another guy before and reveling in it, in the sense of control. Her lips hovered right over his, hesitating once more, thinking back to the two other times her lips had touched his. There'd been healing involved in each one of them, intense pain, and a part of her associated kissing Draco with pain.
A part of her was surprisingly enough scared of it.
A snarl escaped Draco's lips as he surprised her by cupping the back of her neck and pulling her down, destroying the distance between them as their lips finally met.
There was no pain.
That was Chloe's first thought, and her last one.
All ability to think evaporated as his lips moved against hers and she responded in kind, running her fingers through his palest blonde locks and clenching tightly, swallowing his hiss and in turn whimpering when he tightened his hold on the back of her neck.
Draco's lips were as arrogant and assured as his attitude. He seemed to want to consume her completely, his grip on her neck a warning of his refusal to let go, to let her slide away. He kept her firmly in place with a hand and claimed her with his lips, marking his territory for all those to see.
Parkinson would probably be doing a lot of gloating right now, thinking about how the others would react.
Chloe could only afford a whimper, which he swallowed greedily, the girl feeling very much a disgrace to Bellatrix due to her inability to seduce and keep control over him.
Draco was very much the one in control here.
They both knew it.
Those watching knew it.
Chloe's knees were weak. Heat filled her body as it arched into his, coming alive in reaction to him and his touch, his kiss. She feared this intense, unexpected reaction, instinct demanding she pull away and hide, that she go over everything in her mind and categorize things...understand things.
Draco's hand tightened on her, his other reached around to hook his thumb in the back of her skirt. Both moves were warnings, both moves secured her to him, both moves made her body terribly hyperaware and tingly.
She could feel the effect was mutual.
"Five points from Slytherin for inappropriate behavior in the Common Room," a voice drawled.
Chloe and Draco released their hold on each other, gazes going to where Snape watched them with a raised eyebrow.
"Another five points since Miss Parkinson didn't seem to remember to attend her own detention."
The Slytherins groaned at having so many points deducted from their house, and yet didn't seem to have it in them to glare at the ones to blame, probably still reeling from what they'd just witnessed.
"If you're not too busy." Snape raised an eyebrow before turning, his robes flowing behind him, and stormed out of the Common Room.
Chloe gulped and pulled herself up from Draco hastily. Clearing her throat she willed that Parkinson-smirk to return on her face as her now brown eyes surveyed her fellow Slytherins. They were all still pretty much in shock, some of them even stared at her with parted lips. Unable to look at Draco, Chloe walked out after the professor, her head tilted up proudly.
The second the door closed up behind her all her mock bravery deflated and she slouched. Worrying her bottom lip she hurried to catch up with Snape, walking next to him.
He was silent, staring in front of him.
Sighing, Chloe folded her arms over her chest as she followed after him, not even trying to start a conversation while following him. It was only when she realized that they were not headed towards his office that she frowned and cleared her throat. "Where are we going?"
"You have been summoned." He stopped in front of an ugly statue and pulled its head down, causing a secret panel to open. "Follow me and be quiet."
A mixture of terror and guilt and eagerness filled her. The teenager followed Snape into the darkness, turning behind her to watch the wall close up behind her. For a moment everything was pitch black, and then Snape whispered a spell, the tip of his wand illuminating brightly, showing the passage before them.
Nodding, Chloe turned back towards him and kept close to his heels throughout the journey, wondering exactly where this tunnel led to, the answer which was soon to be given to her when they came up to a stone wall. Snape tapped it twice with his wand, whispering an incantation, and the wall disappeared to show an empty meadow.
Walking through onto the grass, Snape continued onwards before turning to her.
Gulping, Chloe took in a deep breath before hurrying out onto the dew-filled grass, staring around her at the moon-lit sky, eyes wide as she saw the vast nothingness around her.
Snape reached into his pocket and pulled something out, a Portkey.
It would seem their journey had yet to come to an end.
Having had some experience with these things and not quite liking them, Chloe grimaced. Still she didn't complain as she placed her hand on the portkey and let it take her away. There was a pull in her stomach and the world slid away, until finally she wasn't in the meadow anymore but in the withered garden of an estate she'd never seen before.
The light in the house beckoned them, and yet Chloe turned away from it, staring towards a large statue which was mostly covered in vines. She narrowed her eyes taking one step, two, towards it, drawn.
A shadow emerged from behind the statue, and she recognized that regal walk as he drew nearer.
Chloe eyes widened as she hurried towards him and fell to her knees, bowing her head. "My Lord!"