His hand tilted her face upwards, and as her eyes met his Chloe could feel the tug as Lord Voldemort entered her mind. As always it was very physical, the blonde able to feel it every time he strode to a door and opened it to a new memory, again and again. Flashes of her memories raced by until he reached the altercation with Draco in the bathroom, and then he went through everything after it up to the kiss. It was then that he let go of her chin and her mind, eyeing her in silence.
Chloe kept her head lowered, knowing that she'd gone against his wishes and feeling horribly guilty for it, but… "It was necessary, My Lord."
He continued to eye her in silence.
"I need an ally." She raised her gaze to him, willing him to see the truth in her eyes. "I know that you do not trust Draco because he and I were… tolerant… of each other before my blood status was discovered, but that's the reason why I can trust him. I know I can. And not only will he never tell that I'm there, but he'll assist me."
"For a price," Lord Voldemort reminded with a hiss.
"Whatever the price, it will never affect you My Lord," she reminded, knowing he'd seen that part as well as she stood, staring into those scarlet eyes. "Whatever the price I pay, it will be worth it if it means I am better able to serve you."
He eyed her before a twisted smile ghosted over his features and he reached out to her. "My faithful child."
She placed her hand in his, so relieved that he knew that she hadn't betrayed him, that everything she did was in an effort to pass his tests and be worthy of the tenderness he showed her.
"Severus." Lord Voldemort turned to the Potions Master. "You are right. She is cunning. And ready." He nodded to the man. "As expected she has chosen and secured her own ally." His gaze returned to Chloe. "I must admit though that I expected you to choose Nott, you have proven a good pairing in the past."
"Nott didn't recognize the me hidden in Pansy's form, even when I took a Crucio for him," Chloe admitted softly. "Draco did. He was worthy."
"I can see your point," her Lord declared as he looped her arm around his and led her around the abandoned, overgrown remains of what had once been a beautiful garden. "How are you finding Hogwarts?"
"Interesting," she admitted, still a little nervous yet brushing it off now that he seemed to have forgiven her and pushed aside the issue. "Dumbledore terrifies me. Harry Potter… he makes me uneasy."
"With good reason. Dumbledore is a madman and Harry Potter a very dangerous person indeed."
"I've been dreaming of Potter and I didn't realize it," Chloe admitted softly, noticing the way his body tensed slightly at this revelation. "I never know exactly what it is that I'm seeing, it's too fuzzy, but I know it's Potter and death and pain and suffering." She shivered. "I want nothing to do with him."
"Stay far away from him," Voldemort ordered. "And if you feel you are in danger, I will have you pulled out of there immediately."
"I'm not in danger." She smiled up at him, knowing this man could not be the monster the Order liked to make everyone believe he was. "I am relieved that you are not angry with me."
"I am not pleased that you are in need of protection."
She tilted her head downwards. "Sometimes I feel like such a waste." She looked back up at him. "I can memorize all the wandworking spells that exist, but I will never be able to actually perform them."
"Everyone has their own special talents that can be used." Lord Voldemort didn't sound too worried. He never did. "Severus says that you are a natural at potions."
She chuckled darkly. "I'm sure he didn't use those words."
"Of course not, this is Severus," the Dark Lord smirked before he reached out, gripped her chin tightly and brought her gaze back up to him. "Remember that even if wandwork is out of your reach, you are important. All three of you are."
She nodded slowly. "I know."
His grip tightened. "I do not give out compliments just to ease self-doubt. Remember that."
Her smile grew a little. "I will."
"Good." He cleared his throat. "What is that clinking sound? Everytime your robes rustle they distract me."
"Oh!" Chloe's eyes widened as she pulled out the two vials of the modified Polyjuice Potion. "I'm finding that the Polyjuice is wearing off a lot quicker than it's supposed to, especially since this version of it is supposed to last up to two days at best. Because of that I keep a couple of extra bottles with me for whenever I feel the shift start to happen. That way I will have less chances of getting caught like Lana did."
He reached for one of the vials and eyed it in the moonlight. "The effects are wearing off quicker?"
"Yes, and it's not the same time each time either." Chloe made a face. "Once it only lasted 30 minutes." At the Dark Lord's surprised concern she grinned. "I took one of these immediately and no one noticed anything. I'm prepared."
"30 minutes." The Dark Lord frowned. "Have you told Severus about this?"
She nodded. "At first he thought it was a bad brew, but it's happened with each and every brew that I take." She leaned in closer. "I think my body is purifying the potion out of my system, almost like a side-effect of my healing ability. It sees the potion as a foreign element and works hard to get rid of it from my system."
He nodded silently and continued to walk her around the garden before he stopped and motioned with his hand to a bench where someone sat.
Chloe's eyes widened as she recognized the figure. "Daddy?"
Gabriel Greengrass stood. "Chloe."
Chloe turned to Voldemort and kissed his hand. "Thank you!" And with that she slipped away from him and raced to her father, crying in happiness as he caught her in his arms, holding her tightly to him. "I've missed you so much!"
"And I you, my child," he whispered into her hair, pressing kisses to her crown. "I have been worried about you."
"And I of you." She held on tightly. "I'm so happy to see you again-I didn't know when I'd be able to-."
"I hear this is a reward for passing your first test." Gabriel finally pulled away enough to smile proudly into her face. "Do you know how proud this makes me? Your uncle is drinking more now that Lois hasn't passed hers, and Nell is about to pull her hair out because Lana failed hers, but you have passed." He smiled. "My bright, beautiful girl."
"I was lucky to have Bellatrix as my first tutor, everything she taught me helped me pass the test. I couldn't have done it without her," the blonde admitted, blushing happily from his praise. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, busy reintegrating myself in the fight." Gabe sat her down next to him as Severus and Lord Voldemort walked away together, talking. "I heard there was an attack at Hogwarts?"
"Giant spiders." She nodded. "But everything's fine, and now that Draco knows-."
"Lucius' boy?" Gabe frowned. "Darling, the Dark Lord-."
"He knows, and while Draco wouldn't be his first choice he has given his blessing," Chloe assured, reaching out and holding her father's hand.
Out of hearing, Voldemort and Severus spoke, the vial of Polyjuice Potion held up between them.
"Do your best, Chloe. Prove yourself." Her father brought her attention back to him as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I will make you proud," she promised.
"You always have," he whispered before sighing. "I have to go now. I'm in the middle of…well…you can understand if I cannot say."
Chloe nodded, gulping back the desire to beg him for five minutes more, reaching out and hugging her father tightly. "Be safe."
"You too." His voice wavered as he hugged her and pressed a kiss to the side of her face before standing and helping her up. He drew her close, whispered for her to prove herself to their Dark Lord, and then stepped back before he Apparated.
Chloe stood where she was, staring at the empty space in front of her, missing her father so much more than before. Tears stung at her eyes but she wiped them away and cleared her throat, refusing to be anything but strong.
"It is time to return," Severus murmured behind her.
Chloe twirled on her heel, finding Severus and the Dark Lord behind her. The blonde reached for Her Dark Lord's hand and pressed a reverential kiss to it in gratitude. There was no way a man who was this kind to someone like her would be capable of the evil the Order said he was. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't a soulless beast. He was generous, and every kind act he bestowed upon her made her see it more and more.
The Dark Lord shifted his hand in hers to lift her chin and gaze to him. "Did you enjoy your reward?"
"Yes My Lord." She smiled up at him, so grateful.
He nodded. "Go now, before you are missed."
"Thank you," she whispered before turning and hurrying after Severus. They used the portkey, returned to the meadow, and then entered the tunnel once more, finally emerging into the castle. Severus made his way to his chambers without a word of goodbye, and Chloe headed towards the dungeons. Deep within her warred a mixture of feelings, mostly happiness and sadness. She was so happy she'd gotten to see her father and knew that he was alive and well, and yet it'd also made her miss him even more.
"You've been gone long," a voice declared opposite the entrance to the dungeons. Draco leaned in the shadows, arms folded over his chest. "Makes me wonder what exactly my godfather makes you do during your little detentions."
Chloe jumped, hand to her heart, not having sensed him, and scolded herself for letting her guard down so much. She gazed up at him and didn't even think it through. She two five determined steps towards him and threw her arms around his body as she hid her face in his robes and ordered herself not to cry.
He froze, his hands out at his sides, almost as if he wasn't sure exactly what to do with them. "The bloody hell?"
She didn't answer, just held on.
"Not that I care…" he cleared his throat uncomfortably before resting his hands on her shoulders. "But, uh, what happened?"
As Chloe pulled away to answer she felt the tell-tale tingling of her body as the Polyjuice potion began to wear off.
Around the corner two boys laughed as they drew close.
Draco looked up, cursed, and then used his hands on her shoulders to swing Chloe around into the wall, bringing his mouth to hers as he kissed her, using his body to hide her as he curled in around her.
Chloe gasped into his kiss, eyes flying open wide as she clutched at his robes in shock. He hunched down slightly and the hand behind her neck tilted her face up towards him as he kissed her deeper. She didn't know why fact that he was kissing her and not 'Pansy' made a difference, but it it. While his kiss had shocked her before, now her heart raced and her blood boiled. Before she even realized what she was doing the blonde had closed her eyes and used her grip to pull him into her, deepening the kiss.
The boys stumbled onto them, sniggering about Draco being "the man" and how "Parkinson didn't know what she had coming", while also wondering which blonde Slytherin Draco was making out with right now. They whispered to themselves as they continued down the hall, gave the password, and then entered the dungeons, still snickering.
Chloe didn't notice any of this though, her mind having gone as her hands clutched tightly as Draco, keeping him hard against her. If he ever used this against her she'd tell him that she was making sure that there weren't other people around… and remind him that many of these portraits had eyes and were faithful to Dumbledore. She'd say she was keeping up an act. She'd say she was acting. She'd say…
A whimper escaped her lips as Draco's thigh insinuated itself between hers, the platinum blonde pushing harder against her, pinning her to the wall, both of his palms flat on each side of her head.
Something burned in the pit of her stomach, something wild and aggressive and hungry.
More voices could be heard approaching, causing the blonde to realize that they'd missed a golden opportunity to escape once the boys had disappeared.
A couple of girls laughed, one talking. It sounded like Astoria.
Chloe froze, eyes flying open, not exactly sure why she was more terrified of being found out by the girls.
Draco leaned in closer, if possible, moving his head in such a way as to cover her better, his hands digging deep into her hair and clenching tightly as his mouth plundered hers.
Gasps of scandal could be heard behind them.
Chloe didn't care half as much as she had moments ago, all she really cared about was staying standing, her knees shaking and feeling all gooey.
There was giggles and scandalized whispers as the girls hurried away down the hall, Astoria laughingly wondering if they should tell Pansy or just let her continue fooling herself.
Body horribly warm, breath wet, voice a moan, Chloe finally managed to gather the desire to push Draco away enough to breathe when the girls disappeared into the dungeons. "I-I need-." She reached into her pocket and took advantage of his body shielding her from any gaze as she downed the Polyjuice potion. Immediately her insides started writhing as though she'd swallowed live snakes, making her queasy and sure she'd be sick as a burning sensation spread rapidly from her stomach to the ends of her fingers and toes. She dropped the container the potion had been in and the glass shattered as a horrible melting feeling took over, the skin all over her body bubbling like hot wax as the transformation began. The taste and color of the Polyjuice potion was different depending on the person being turned into, thus her little riddle, and Pansy tasted of pure bitterness that left a bad taste in Chloe's mouth long after the transformation had taken root.
Once she knew she was Pansy again, Chloe slipped out under his arm and ran away, unable to believe that this had happened.
She raced to her bathroom and turned to gaze at her reflection with a gulp. Her lips were swollen, her hair and clothes messy, her eyes shiny. Draco Malfoy shouldn't be able to get this sort of reaction out of her! He was the biggest, more arrogant prat that ever existed! He'd also never let her live this down! She'd never see the end of that sneer!
The hell had come over her?
Her fingers rose to her lips, reliving those kisses, those hands in her hair, that body against hers.
Chloe's free hand clenched as she gave a little whimper, her body tingling all over.
This was Draco.
Mr Old Houses of Malfoy and Black!
He should not be able to render her unable to think with just a press of his lips against hers!
It was ridiculous!
It had to be the fact that she'd been emotionally vulnerable at the time, and with the adrenaline and fear of getting caught…yes…that had to be it.
It had to be it!
Shaking her head, convincing herself with each shake, Chloe's now brown eyes rose to her reflection-or Parkinson's.
She sighed, still completely unused to this other person whenever she looked in the mirror, and yet this was who she was right now, and she would be this person until the Dark Lord wanted her elsewhere, maybe as someone else completely.
Bellatrix's teachings in her ear, Chloe forced her lips into Pansy's smirk as she flicked her dead straight dark hair and stormed out of the bathroom. She knew that after the little display with Draco outside others would be giggling and whispering to themselves thinking that Draco was already cheating on Pansy, and she'd have to figure out her game plan. How would Pansy deal with that sort of situation?
Those questions kept her busy as she made her way back to the dungeons, the Common Room going quiet (some girls giggling) the second she did.
Draco was sprawled out on his throne, clearly not listening to whatever it was that Crabbe and Goyle were telling him. He looked up when he saw her, a smirk curling his lips as he motioned her towards him with his finger.
Silence reigned in the room as Chloe made her way towards him, fighting annoyance at being summoned like a dog. "Yeah, Drakie-poo?"
A look of utter distaste crossed his face before he smirked at her. "Crabbe and Goyle were just telling me the most interesting thing."
She highly doubted that. "Oh?"
"Why don't you join us?" He was obviously suffering their company and wanted her to suffer alongside him. "Darling." He added, almost as if as an afterthought.
"Oh, I'd love to baby, but there's no where to sit." She gave him a little "how bad is that?" shrug, turning to leave.
Draco's hand reached out and grabbed her around her wrist, pulling the unsuspecting girl down onto the throne on the triangle between his legs, chuckling at her little shriek as she flailed ungracefully. "There you go honey." His grin was evil. "Now you can stay and listen."
"You're too kind," she mumbled before realizing that Pansy would be eating this all up and not acting all resentful.
Confused looks were on the faces of those around them. Obviously the others had expected some sort of confrontation and weren't sure why it hadn't happened.
Draco leaned against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder as his arms went around her hips, basically trapping her in place. "Go on Goyle."
Goyle closed his mug and cleared his throat, beginning to once more explain whatever he'd been saying.
Crabbe just continued staring at them with his mouth wide open.
Chloe had to admit, seeing them like this was amusing…but what wasn't amusing was when Draco began to rub his nose softly against the curve of her neck, breathing in her scent. The blonde in raven-haired body felt a jolt of something sear through her body at this, her hands going to his thighs and clasping them tightly. It didn't seem to deter Draco any bit, the platinum blonde having obviously grown completely bored with Goyle's conversation and was distracting himself with her body. She could feel him breathing in her scent as he trailed his nose against her skin, his thighs pressing harder against hers.
Goyle began moving his hands around enthusiastically, deep in his story.
Crabbe just continued to gawk openly at them.
Chloe dug her fingers into Draco's thighs in desperation, that tingling sensation growing unbearable.
Draco was obviously getting back at her for the Drakie-poo comment in front of everyone…the evil little cockroach!
Almost as if he could sense her annoyance, Draco chuckled against her shoulder, giving it a little nip with his teeth.
Something nearly exploded within her, and Chloe gave a little jolt, eyes widening not only at Draco's little hiss behind her, but at what she'd rubbed against when she'd jerked.
Draco was-he-oh dear god in a mankini.
"I mean, it's just so big and hard!" Goyle exclaimed about whatever the hell he was talking about.
Chloe gulped, not needing to look around the room to know that they were being observed like a hawk. She forced herself to relax into Draco's hold, to lean into it, to pretend to not feel his… uh... as she gazed at her fingernails in feigned indifference, as if this was something normal and she wasn't having a little mental breakdown.
"I mean, it was completely driving me bonkers!" Goyle chuckled. "It was just there for Salazar's sake! It wasn't like I could just, uh, pretend it wasn't!"
It was hard following this story, and the blonde wondered exactly what Goyle was talking about.
"It, uh, um, was somewhat odd." Crabbe finally managed to stop gawking enough to interject a comment into the conversation. "I mean, bloody idiot is always messing up, but it was big time this time."
"I'm still trying to figure out why you think that Longbottom's potion turning his nose into an elephant trunk with a mind of its own would be something I'm interested in," Draco muttered, fingers trailing up and down her upper thigh in a bored manner. "Especially since I was there."
"It's just that I noticed something pec-pic-odd." Goyle tried for a smaller word. "When Longbottom's trunk was flying around it hit this parchment on Potty and Weasel's desk and I saw a glimpse of it before they caught it again. It was a map and it looked like it was of Hogwarts."
Chloe narrowed her eyes, tense, wondering exactly what Potter and his little minions were doing with a map of Hogwarts. "Are you sure of this?"
"Yuh." Goyle nodded.
"And it had names of people in Hogwarts, and the names were moving." Crabbe nodded as well. "It was so weird. They're obviously weirder than we thought."
Draco tensed behind her.
Chloe tensed as well.
Oh dear gods.
What if Potter had a map which told him who was in Hogwarts and where they were? Would that same map tell him if she was pretending to be Pansy Parkinson? Was that why he seemed to be watching her? Or why he'd been there the night of the attack of the spiders? Were they onto her and trying to kill her?
The thought sobered her up and she leaned hard against Draco, subconsciously searching for comfort.
His grip on her tightened.
For this moment in time, Harry Potter scared her more than Dumbledore.