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30th-Oct-2014 10:41 am
Chloe Sullivan and the Slytherin Princes

Title: Chloe Sullivan & The Slytherin Princes
Sequel to: Draco Malfoy and the Legimens Glimpses
Universe: 4th in the Fidelius Series
Fandoms: Smallville/Harry Potter
Rating: T
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.

"Where were you?"

Chloe entered the Commons to find Draco seated upon his "throne", a very sour expression on his face. "Something tells me that you and Blaise didn't have a nice conversation." She sat on the armrest of his "throne" and gazed down at him. "Is everything okay?"

A muscle jumped in his cheek. "He's pressing for information on Lana. I said you contacted me but didn't say anything about her, which means that she has to be fine or you would've bored me with the news otherwise."

"Smart," she complimented.

"He's backed off." Draco let out an aggravated breath. "You're failing your mission, by the way."

She blinked and turned to look at him. "Does Blaise suspect?"

"What? No." Draco sneered. "You have admirers. You need to stop that."

Chloe blinked in confusion. "Who exactly are you complaining about?"

"The idiots I play Quidditch with."

"Your teammates," she clarified.

"Those exact idiots." Draco glared. "You're seducing them."

She burst out in laughter. "I am not!"

"Just... don't be so appealing around them," Draco grumbled. "Parkinson was never appealing. Or witty. Or cheekily flirty. Or... Or... She was boring, okay? People are going to get suspicious."

"So what exactly are you telling me?" Chloe was genuinely confused. "Should I not jump you anymore?"

"I am not saying that." His glare intensified. "Stop flirting with everyone else. Parkinson only has eyes for me."

"But I am not flirting with anyone!"

Draco snorted. "Please."

"No I'm not!" Her eyes widened.

"Parkinson dotes on me. She doesn't notice any other boy. I am the center of her world."

A muscle jumped in her seat. "You are so full of it."

"It's the truth and you know it if you really interrogated her like you say you did."

She opened her mouth and then closed it.

"I am doing you a favor, remember that." His voice was a snarl. "If you don't have the commitment to see this through-!"

"Oh, just shut up already!" Chloe eased herself down onto his lap once more and tugged him down to kiss her, hard.

He didn't need any urging. His hands gripped her face and held her still as his mouth plundered hers, the feeling of him teasing her bottom lip caused her to whimper into his mouth and shift on his lap so she could kiss him better. He was angry, she could taste that on his lips, and the deepness of that anger surprised her. But she lost all thought when he whimpered her name, her name, against her lips and took the kiss deeper.

She slipped so that she straddled his hips, her knees pressing deep into the cushion of his throne as she tilted his head backwards so she could kiss him deeper. With his throat elongated, his head tilted back, he almost seemed vulnerable to her, and she enjoyed the sensation as she loomed over him and kissed him harder. Her hands slid from his jaw to his hair and gripped hard.

Something inside of her coiled in pleasure, and while a part of her knew she was doing this to play Girlfriend!Parkinson, another part was lost in the feeling, the pleasure, the need, and kissed him with growing urgency. Chloe was kissing him, not pretend!Pansy.

The sound of someone yelling drew them apart, Chloe's gaze on his darkened silvers.

"Draco! Come play with us!" Someone yelled.

"You too, Parkinson!"

Chloe's heart skipped a beat at the look on his face. Shaken, she turned to the others but Draco grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back in for a steamy kiss that left her tingling all over as he gave everyone the two finger backwards V salute, which she'd learnt was the British equivalent of flipping the bird.

The students snickered.

Chloe pulled away enough to breathe, her eyes on his as she breathed heavily, her voice soft. "So, do you think they believe Parkinson still only has eyes for you?"

Draco cleared his throat. "We should be thorough, just in case there's any sort of doubt lingering in their minds."

Her lips curled and she surged forwards to kiss him.

The rest of the evening was a blur and tasted of Draco Malfoy.

She'd stolen some of the modified Amortentia she'd made for Snape and hoped he wouldn't notice that there was a good amount missing from the large container. She'd put the potion into some chocolates which rested in a pocket in her robes. It would be easy to administer it like this. She'd also gotten the antidote so that she could give it to their victim after they'd gotten all they needed. Draco, for his part, produced some of Lavender Brown's hair and a Gryffindor uniform. Chloe decided not to ask him where he'd gotten them from. She also didn't ask who had Lavender or where she was being kept until this was over.

She'd waited for her current batch of Polyjuice to wear off, and then took the vial with Lavender's hair. Unlike with Pansy (in which the potion was bitter and filled with the taste of resentment) Lavender's tasted of sugar and sunlight. It was such a difference that it shocked Chloe.

Draco's eyebrow rose. "Ready for this?"

She played with her dirty blonde hair as she stared at herself in the mirror before she turned to him. "How do I look?"

He eyed her up and down. "Like bloody Lavender Brown."

Rolling her eyes, Chloe flipped the dirty blonde curls behind her shoulder as she moved towards the door. "You should leave afterwards. We shouldn't be seen together."

"Ashamed of a dalliance with a Slytherin, how Gryffindor of you."

Ignoring him, Chloe moved to the door and took in a deep breath as she left the bathroom. The girl was in the process of trying to figure out how to find the Gryffindor Common Room and get inside considering it was password protected, when Parvati Patil, Lavender's equally giggly best friend, found her.

"Lav, you will not believe what is happening in the Commons!" Parvati grabbed her hand and yanked Chloe behind her, the girl not sure to what she owed this incredibly luck but went along with it anyway as they hurried up to the seventh floor of Hogwarts Castle. They stopped in front of a portrait of a fat lady, who ignored them in favor of singing opera, poorly.

"Flibbertigibbet!" Parvati tried for the hundredth time.

"Oh, just go in!" The Fat Lady harrumphed. "You're ruining my solo!"

The portrait swung open to reveal a circular hole which led to the Common Room.

As she entered the Gryffindor Tower, Chloe compared it against the Slytherin Dungeons and could feel Dumbledore's favoritism like a slap to the face.

The Slytherin Dungeons were just what they were called, dungeons. They were furnished with greenish lamps and chairs. The dungeons extended partway under the lake and gave the light in the rooms a green tinge. Often the giant squid appeared at the windows, and sometimes more interesting creatures could be seen. The sound of swishing water was incredibly relaxing at night. The Common Room had a lot of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas, along with skulls and dark wood cupboards. It was decorated with tapestries which featured the adventures of medieval Slytherins. Considering that its password changed every fortnight (like with every House) the new password was posted on the noticeboard. While it had a grand atmosphere, it was undoubtedly a cold one.

In contrast, the Gryffindor Common Room, Gryffindor Tower in a whole, was bright and sunny and an incredibly warm and inviting place to be. It was someplace where the students could relax after a long day of studying. It was full of squashy armchairs, tables, and a bulletin board where school notices, ads, and lost posters were posted. A window looked out onto the ground of the school, and a large fireplace dominated one wall. And speaking of the walls, they were decorated with scarlet tapestries which depicted witches and wizards, but also various animals.

With the stark differences between the Houses shown to her, she felt her hatred for Albus Dumbledore grow.

"Look!" Parvati drew Chloe out of her dark thoughts.

The Slytherin in Gryffindor clothing didn't notice whatever it was that Parvati thought she might want to see, all she had eyes for were the trio of teenagers arguing.

"I don't understand you!" Harry Potter threw his hands up. "Why are you against this?"

"You know very well!" Ron Weasley glared at him. "You know what we need to do!"

"This isn't your choice to make, Ron." Hermione took in a deep breath.

"Why is it always his choice?" Ron pointed at Harry angrily as he glared at Hermione. "Because he's the Bloody Almighty Boy-Who-Lived?"

Chloe watched Harry Potter storm off, Hermione Granger hurrying behind him after sending Ronald Weasley a scolding, disappointed look.

Ron stared after them and shook his head angrily as he threw himself onto a sofa, darkness in his expression.

It would seem there was trouble in paradise.

And it seemed to be something that happened regularly, because the other students ignored the situation.

Smile tilting her lips, Chloe ran her fingers through Lavender's dirty blonde curls, forced her smile to be less cunning and more open as she hurried over to him. "They shouldn't have said those things to you."

Ron looked up at her in surprise. "Hello, Lavender."

She sat down next to him and placed her hand on his, remembering Bellatrix's lessons as she stared up into his eyes to fake a connection. "They don't appreciate all that you do for them."

Ron shrugged and looked away. "What do I contribute, really? Harry's the all-powerful wizard and Hermione's the all-knowing witch. Me? I'm just the bumbling idiot that chases after them and can never hope to actually catch up with them unless they slow down to let me."

There was genuine pain in his words, and Chloe found herself squeezing his hand and fighting a true desire to actually comfort him. She understood all-too well being in the shadow of those you loved the most. "Would you like to take a walk?"

He looked up at her in surprise. "Where?"

"Anywhere with fresh air." She grinned and got up, using her grip on his hand to pull him up with her. "Come on. According to Professor Trelawney the moon tonight is supposed to be unforgettable."

"Why do you like that quack so much?" Ron nevertheless let Chloe (or, well, Lavender) lead him out of the Commons and through the hallway. "You know she's barmy, right?"

"Professor Trelawney is highly gifted, we can all only hope to one day be as enlightened as she is." Chloe walked passed Draco as he talked to Goyle, and ignored his narrowed gaze, since this wasn't a part of the plan. "Besides," she turned to grin up at Ron as she squeezed his hand, "we're not here to talk about me, we're going to talk about you."

"Why do you want to talk to me all of a sudden?" Ron eyed her curiously.

"Who says it was all of a sudden?" Chloe asked in a flirty tone.

He blinked and turned pink to the tips of his ears as he looked away. "Oh."

They finally made it out of the castle and unto Hogwarts grounds, the moon large and beautiful above them. "Isn't it breathtaking?"

Ron looked up at the sky, not terribly impressed. "It's the moon."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "You are no romantic, Ronald Weasley."

He flushed darker and looked up at the moon, really looked. "I, uh, guess I can see why you'd think it pretty."

Lips curved in an amused smile, Chloe laughed. "Okay, let me give you an inside look into a girl's mind... or, well, most girls' minds." She didn't know why she was doing this, why she wasn't giving him the chocolates. "Girls like moonlit strolls, flowers, chocolates, and some girls like sonnets written about them. I am not one of the girls who like sonnets because, let's be honest, Lord Byron is dead and gone."

"Lord Byron?" Ron blinked. "Who is that?"

Right. He'd been a muggle. "He was a muggle poet."

"I didn't know you knew about muggle things." Ron sent her a surprised look. "Most Purebloods don't."

Chloe used the same explanation she had with Riley. "You shouldn't be ignorant about anyone or anything, ever."

Ron's eyes widened.

She tilted her head at him curiously. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh-yeah." Ron cleared his throat and looked away. "Uh, my, uh, my dad is fascinated with all things muggle."

She grinned. "He must love Hermione."

Ron made an odd face. "He wants me or one of my brothers to marry her one day." He then paused and looked surprised at himself for something.

"I see." She sent him a sidelong gaze. "Can I show you something? You probably already know about it, but I still want to take you there."

He looked extremely hesitant, but gulped and nodded. "Sure."

Grin growing, Chloe tugged on his hand as they began to make their way through the courtyard and out towards the lake. She kept the conversation going as they traversed the grassy hills. "Why do muggle things interest your father?"

Ron sent her a weary look. "If you're insinuating that he's a Blood Traitor-."

"I hate that word." That was out before she could stop herself.

Ron's eyes widened in surprise. "Why?"

She realized she really couldn't answer that question without giving things away. "Well, I might be called a Blood Traitor if I explain, so I'd rather not."

Some of Ron's weariness visibly turned to curiosity.

"We're here!" Chloe grinned as she pointed towards a small, circular grove of trees. "Come on, it's inside there." She placed her finger to her mouth in a "be silent" move and dragged Ron into the grove. It was dark, but when he raised his wand, probably to whisper a lighting charm, she pushed his hand down and then looked up.

Ron's eyes were narrowed, and his body tense, but he looked up as well nonetheless, and then all of his tension seeped out of his body. "Bloody hell."

The sound of his voice caused the creatures surrounding them, nesting in the trees, to flutter worriedly.

Chloe covered his mouth with her hand to keep him from frightening them away. She then motioned to the grass and laid down.

Ron eyed her before he followed suit and (while still keeping his wand in his hand) gazed up above them.

She stared up at the enclosed grove with the tiny firefly-like creatures which glowed multiple different colors all around them. She'd discovered this place while trying to get away from the darkness of the dungeons, and she'd found the solitude and comfort she'd needed here.

Ron stayed silent and watched as the creatures, slowly getting used to their presence, began to dance around in the air in beautiful harmony.

Chloe forgot why she'd brought Ronald Weasley here, or that he was an enemy and best friends with Dumbledore's greatest warrior: Harry Potter.

She didn't know how long they stared there, but she felt all tension disappear from Ron as he pocketed his wand, and cushioned his arms behind his head. He chuckled softly and kept his brown gaze on the lit dance above them.

Two lights accidentally bumped into each other, and the insects circled each other, clearly in a huff.

Chloe and Ron turned to look at each other and laughed softly before they returned their gaze above them.

Outstretching her hand, Chloe waited for one of the insects to brave flying around her before landing on her finger.

Ron's eyes widened in shock and he sat up to get a better look, scaring the creature into flying away. "Sorry."

"It's okay. They'll come back." She grabbed his hand and outstretched it, palm-up.

"I don't-." And yet Ron's eyes widened as another light circled before landing on his palm. "Wow." And then another joined, and another, and another, and then they were dancing over his palm. "This is bloody amazing!" Ron turned to face her, eyes wide and grin large.

"Glad to see you're in better spirits." Chloe let go of his hand and lifted her own palm, and soon she too had a large group dancing around her.

Ron's gaze rested on her. "Why did you bring me here? Why did you show me this?"

She took in a deep breath. "I don't know."

He tilted his head as he eyed her, clearly conflicted over something.

Suddenly two bodies burst into the grove, wands out, yelling something Chloe couldn't hear in the commotion.

The abrupt movement scared her and Ron, and terrified the creatures, who shrieked audibly and raced up and out of the grove.

Chloe's eyes widened as she stared at the business ends of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger's wands.

"What the devil are you doing?" Ron hurriedly sat up and brushed his hands over his trousers.

"We saw lights-we were worried." Harry Potter hesitated before he lowered his wand, green eyes on Chloe. "Sorry for scaring you."

She was terrified, this was the boy who would probably be her assassin. "You scared away the insects."

"Insects?" Hermione looked around her curiosly. "What insects?"

"They were little glowing balls, almost like fairies but not." Ron glared at his friends. "You scared them away."

Harry and Hermione shared looks.

Ron turned to Chloe. "Thank you."

She wasn't exactly sure what he was thanking her for, but grinned up at him nonetheless because Lavender Brown grinned, and giggled. The blonde realized she hadn't giggled much while impersonating Lavender, and that made her uneasy, but she figured that it really didn't matter. Harry Potter had a map which told him who was on Hogwarts grounds, and he knew that she wasn't Lavender Brown. That was the only explanation for how they'd found her and Ron so quickly and why they'd come in wands ablazing.

The realization that they knew who she said she was, and where she was at every moment of the day and night, left her breathless in terror, but they didn't seem to realize that she knew about them, and they didn't seem about to do anything. That was good. That gave her an advantage in this little game of intrigue they were indulging in.

Standing as well, Chloe latched onto Ron's arm, surprising the threesome. "Walk me back, Ron."

His gaze went to his friends before he looked down at her and nodded with a small smile. "Sure Lavender."

As she let him lead her back to the castle, Chloe giggled and acted as Lavender-ish as she could. The box of chocolates in her cloak's pocket weighed heavily and she found herself relieved that she hadn't had to resort to using the Amortentia. She really hadn't enjoyed it when she'd used it on Theodore.

"You're not coming to the Commons?" Hermione asked when they reached the Great Hall.

Harry eyed Chloe silently, as he had throughout the whole walk.

He unnerved her so horribly.

"No thanks, I've got to talk to Professor Trelawney about the appearance of a manticore in my divination ball." She grinned as best as she could. "See you guys back at the Commons later!" And with that she squeezed Ron's arm (which she hadn't let go of as yet) and gave a little wave before hurrying down the hall away from them.

Behind her she could hear whispered conversation but she didn't care, her heart throbbing painfully in her chest. She needed to find Draco, urgently. She couldn't stay in Hogwarts any longer.

She wasn't sure where to find Draco, but she didn't have to search for him long. As she turned a corner she was grabbed and thrown hard against the wall, Draco Malfoy glaring at her.

"What the bloody hell do you think you were doing going off alone with that wanker?" Draco slammed his hands against the wall on either side of her head, his icy blues were silver with rage. "Where did you go? I couldn't follow because of damned Goyle!"

"I-," Chloe's eyes widened when she heard voices coming towards them. They were Slytherin voices and she was in her Gryffindor disguise.

Draco gave a little growl before he turned to her. "Play along."

"Huh?" The girl looked up at him in confusion.

His face transformed into a sneer as he looked down at her. "You're not smart to go scampering on your own."

An eyebrow raised until she got what he was doing. "Y-you don't s-scare me Malfoy!"

And that was what the Second Year Slytherins walked in on.

"Want a taste of the dark side?" Draco leaned in closer.

She wasn't prepared for his kiss, and her eyes widened when he did. For a split second she forgot that she was supposed to be Lavender and just wanted to pull him closer, but thankfully she remembered and pushed him off of her with a little cry (pretending to see the Seconds Years only then) and dashed away. Thankfully she did so in the direction of Severus' chambers. The Second Years praised Draco behind her.

Chloe banged on Snape's door.

Professor Snape answered it quickly and glared at her menacingly. "There better be a good reason for this visit, Miss Brown, or I will take off so many points from Gryffindor that-."

Chloe pushed into the room and closed the door behind him. "It's me."

He raised an eyebrow in question before those eyes widened as he understood. "Miss Greengrass?"

"I have to get out of here, Severus." She clutched at her chest. "Potter has a map that tells him who is on Hogwarts grounds and where they are." Her eyes were wide in fear. "He knows about me. I don't know why he hasn't attacked yet, but he knows."

Severus' eyes narrowed and he hissed something under his breath before he reached for his cloak. "We have to spirit you out of the castle, now."

"Why aren't you asking more about the map?" Chloe asked in confusion.

"It isn't the first time I've heard about this map." Severus' face twisted in almost pain. "Li-someone I knew once, a very long time ago, told me something about this, but I didn't believe that such a thing could truly exist. And then so many years passed I couldn't fathom it was still here." He narrowed his eyes. "You must leave Hogwarts, now."

"But Draco-." Chloe's eyes widened.

"Mr Malfoy's assistance is no longer needed." Severus grabbed her arm.

"But I-." She hadn't said goodbye. She didn't even have her Sweetheart Scroll with her. How could she converse with Draco if she didn't have her Sweetheart Scroll? "I need to get-."

"We need to go. Now." Severus' voice was final. "I will tell Mr Malfoy of the switch when I come back with the true Ms Parkinson. But we need to go, now."

She didn't want to. She wanted to tell Draco herself. She wanted-she wanted-.

But in the end, what she wanted didn't matter. It never had.

The girl lowered her head and followed as the Potions Master stepped out of his room.

Even as she followed him towards the secret exit, Chloe kept looking back, hoping against hope that Draco would've known she'd come here, that he'd have come after her.

That she could say goodbye.

But in the end it wasn't meant to be, and Chloe left Hogwarts without seeing Draco Malfoy.

30th-Oct-2014 04:53 pm (UTC)
No! Please say goodbye to Draco! Or at least get your scroll!

Draco is gonna be one pissed off dude when he learns she left without saying goodbye. And even more so without her scroll. I hope he's able to track her down again.

Harry definitely knows that Pansy is not Pansy. He is definitely intrigued by Chloe. And if my guess proves true, the name appearing on the Marauders Map is not Chloe Greengrass but Chloe Potter. :-)

I can't wait for the next chapter but at the same time I'm dreading it too coz it's the last chapter.
31st-Oct-2014 04:47 am (UTC)
Oh, Draco is definitely not a happy camper when he finds out - especially HOW he finds out!

It definitely isn't a s spoiler now, so I can confirm that Potter knows that Pansy isn't Pansy... But that's all I'll say for now! :p
30th-Oct-2014 07:11 pm (UTC)
nooo.. draco is finally so jealous, even he can't deny that he likes chloe and than that..... why?

chloe is really too nice, and now she bewitched ron too ;)

31st-Oct-2014 04:47 am (UTC)
Because... I am evil... and Harry Potter isn't as oblivious as everyone thinks! lol
30th-Oct-2014 09:31 pm (UTC) - Pitchfork Time!
That's it Potter, it's chow time for the werewolves! Not even your invisibility cloak can save you.

The sweetheart scroll! NOoo! Nuh-uh. Refresh screen. How do you unread this?

Spirit away is appropriate. My spirit went bye bye. It's 5 o'clock somewhere, I'm dipping into butterbeer till this ending changes. Woe to the trick-or-treaters that darken my doorway tomorrow especially those that bare the lightening mark.

J/k but for real, can you please please pretty pretty please rescue the smoochies or atleast have Draco literally tighten the screws on Potter. There are some torture devices in Hogwarts that need to be demonstrated for the class .
31st-Oct-2014 04:49 am (UTC) - Re: Pitchfork Time!
hahaha! I died laughing at the first/third lines in this review! (poor HP trick or treaters!)

You can't unread it. It's burned into your retinas! *mwahahahahahaha!*

2nd-Nov-2014 11:19 pm (UTC)
Draco is gonna be pissed off when he learns she left without saying goodbye.
Ohh noo! She left her sweetheart scroll behind!

DARK LORD will not be pleased with Chloe when he sees her clothes.

It's getting better each chapter!!!
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