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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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A/N: I might be having internet trouble within the next week or so. If I don't update as often as I was, don't worry, I should be back, and I have NOT abandoned this story! I still have a least 2 more chapters after this that I have written.
Review Responses:
Staar: Yes! He finally kissed her!!! And it's hard to get Snape to trust anyone. For one he's a Slytherin, they tend not to trust people, and two, it's Snape, he has perfect reasonings not to trust anyone. Also, Snape doesn't know that the potion may save his life. Perhaps that event might not even take place, if Dahlia is successful.
Misha_Black: Wasn't it? He can be so cute sometimes, hehe. Oh good! I know people read and hardly review, but it's nice to know I still have kept a reader. I was getting worried that perhaps I lost a few, lol :) I am soooo happy that my story made you happy enough so you can go to bed comfortably :)
Warnings for this chapter: Semi Dark, Creepy, and Graphic.

Chapter 38-
It was just a simple kiss; over before she knew it. It had been so quick that she hadn't even had time to partake, but it was enough to leave Dahlia in a daze. Her lips slightly tingled from where Draco's touch had just left.
Dahlia backed away from him, putting distance between them, her breathing had became heavy. They exchanged shy smiles before she chuckled. "How could you kiss the lips of a tainted girl?" She asked mockingly.
"Easily, it appears." He replied quietly.
"So, um...what about your family and all that other stuff you said the other day? You had my support. Did you realize that? I understood your situation. Completely."
Draco nodded. "You're right." He grumbled. "What in the bloody hell was I thinking?" He turned around from her abruptly.
"You can't continue this. It has to end here."
"Does it really?" He asked, without looking at her, seemingly on the fence on what he should do.
"Well, if you're going to have a wife planned shortly- yes. And if you want to honour your family's name-" she stopped when he turned around, eyes narrowed at her.
They spoke no words for several moments until Draco said, "My father... he knows..."
"About what?"
"About you, and my... well, whatever this is; crush?"
"That didn't go over well, did it?"
"Better than you would think." A smile on his face. "You know what he told me? He said not to display my affection in public. Do you know what that really means?"
"That we can't do this again." Dahlia told him reasonably.
Draco swept toward her, his eyes sparkling, shifting back and forth from each one of hers. "To a Slytherin, it means just the opposite. A Slytherin just wouldn't be a Slytherin if he didn't have a secret. Wouldn't you agree?"
Dahlia couldn't stop herself from grinning at his deceitfulness. "You are such a bad boy, Draco. There's a reason I sure love the House of Snakes. You must be very specific with them."
* / *
Draco Malfoy could act really well.
When they were around other people, Draco did as he had always done, pretending as if nothing secretive was occurring between the two of them. But if he met up with Dahlia privately, be it on purpose, or just coincidental, his lips stretched into an adoring smile, and Dahlia would return it. Dahlia would enjoy this while she could. It would have to stop once his future wife was decided. He'd have to honour that, and she would too, but why not enjoy just a moment's bliss while it knocked on her door for a visit?
Draco hadn't kissed Dahlia since that day. Dahlia wasn't sure if he was being shy, or just trying not to overwhelm the both of them; their friendship was worth much more than just moment of passion. She thought about it a lot though, often touching her lips with her fingers, wishing for his warm touch again.
Dahlia noticed that Pansy Parkinson had been slinking around Draco lately, practically begging for his attention. It made Dahlia happy to see that he was brushing her off. Unfortunately, Dahlia knew that was only making the situation worse, increasing Pansy's want for the blonde.
God, Dahlia hoped he'd get a much better girl than that one. She shuddered at the thought of Pansy kissing Draco. It was a torturous thought, making her purse her lips in disturbance.
"Hey, listen to this," Hermione spoke to the group a few days later. They were sitting in a classroom studying for that year's exams, hundreds of books piled atop of the table. "Salazar Slytherin could speak to snakes." She informed them, intrigued by the thought.
"You didn't know?" Draco asked. "Parseltongue it's called."
"Very rare 'gift' to have." Ron said through a mouthful of a licorice wand. "It's rumored that anyone who has had the ability was a dark wizard."
Harry's mouth dropped. "It-it can't be true." He insisted. "Someone good must have been able to speak to snakes."
"My father said only the actual heirs of Slytherin can speak parseltongue, which is why it's so rare to have. The bloodline is extinct." Draco said.
"Heir of Slytherin?" Dahlia intstantly had a horrid feeling. Could Harry truly be the Heir of Slytherin? Had Tom Riddle reprocreated much as he had been against the idea? And if so, had he known it and just acted differently? If he knew, why would Voldemort want to kill his own kin?
"You can't always believe rumors." Dahlia said for Harry's benefit who looked troublesome, likely thinking that he was going to become some dark wizard because of his ability to speak with snakes.
Draco shrugged, flipping a page to his History book. "They aren't always fabricated."
"No, but a lot are." She told him firmly.
Draco lifted his head to look at Dahlia, narrowing his eyes in cogitation. "You're certainly defending the idea a bit too irrationally." He drawled.
"People are quick to judge, all because of a gift or a flaw someone has. You can not make a proper judgement on a person merely by what talent or power they have."
Draco looked like he didn't believe her. He set his quill down smoothly and folded his hands on top of the table. "What are you hiding, Lia?" He asked.
"Nothing." She said immediately.
"You seem so persistent on this subject." He argued. "Are you more Slytherin than we thought, hmm? Is that why you have a cute little snake for a pet? Why you master the potions with snake teeth?"
Dahlia couldn't look away from his shining grey eyes. He was fascinated with the idea of her talking to snakes. She knew he was just teasing her, but. The way the others looked at her, awaiting an answer, made her uneasy.
"She can't talk to snakes." Harry said with finality to his voice. "And it's not evil to talk to them."
Hermione didn't look like she agreed with Harry, she stared at Dahlia, like she was a poisonous snake ready to strike. Likely swirling Dahlia's wandless magic gift around in her head.
Dahlia wasn't evil! She wasn't bad! She was good!
A woman fought for her life, struggling through a gag as she attempted to breath. Her hands were stuck to her body in some sort of bind.
Dahlia cried out and removed the butcher knife that stuck straight out of the woman's neck. She screamed as blood gushed out and the woman sputtered, choking on her blood.
"Mummy!" Tears poured from Dahlia's eyes. She dropped the knife and tried to stop the flow with her hands. "Please don't die, Mummy!" she wailed. The woman strained to say something back but couldn't get it out in time, then her body went still.
"I won't tell the world what you did." The green haired man whispered above Dahlia.
She trembled next to the dead woman, whose glassy, green eyes lifelessly stared back at her, haunting her. The stab wound on her neck was still erupting with blood. Dahlia had been too weak to heal it. Too young. Too little. Too helpless.
"No!" Dahlia crawled away from the corpse, her bloody hands leaving behind hand prints on the wood flooring beneath her.
"I won't tell the world that you're evil." The green hair man assured her. "It was just an accident, right, my dear?"
"I didn't-"
"Now, don't lie, child." He scolded gently. "You're old enough to know better than that."
Dahlia shook her head violently. "I didn't hurt Mummy!" She screamed. "I didn't!"
"You were the only one here." He told her. "And I saw you holding the knife."
"No!" The child cried. "I didn't!"
The green haired man knelt beside her. "Just barely eight years old..." He mused to himself. "You are going to be someone grand one day, you can bet on that."
"Mummy...!" She sobbed, her eyes leaving his to look back at her mother.
"You don't need that whore anymore, Dahlia. I'm here for you now." He encased her hands into his and the blood washed away. "I'm all you'll ever need." He picked her up into his arms. "Stop crying now, it'll be alright. We'll pick your mother flowers for her final goodbye, would you like that, my evil little one?" He asked sweetly.
"I am not evil!" Dahlia shrieked, standing up and gathering her books. "I am good!" She frantically whispered to herself, hurrying out of the room, not noticing that the group had gotten up to do the same.
"Lia!" Harry called, chasing after her. "Stop!" He paused at the bathroom she had slipped in. Draco brushed passed him, and went in as if he did it every day.
"What are you doing?" Harry hissed, after sticking his head inside of the bathroom.
"Don't be a chicken, Harry, get in here!"
"Oh, are we having a party?" Myrtle sang out happily as the whole group piled in. She frowned when she noticed Dahlia sitting on the edge of a wash tub, whispering four words in repetition. "Oh, what's wrong?" She asked alarmingly. "What happened?"
"Draco accused her of speaking to snakes." Harry said bitterly, shooting a glare at the blond.
"Well, I was only playing!" Draco demanded. "She normally doesn't take what I say so seriously." He said. "You know that!"
"He's right, Harry." Hermione agreed, chewing her lower lip.
"I am not evil." Dahlia whispered to herself.
"She's completely gone mad!" Ron exclaimed.
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