Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

If Ever The Truth	By : isathiel Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
"Miss Benson, I strongly suggest you start paying attention to what it is you are doing, before you blow us all up. Potions are not to be taken lightly."
Snape's voice cut into Aini's daydream, and she looked down to see aconite in her hand as opposed to the powdered root of asphodel they were meant to be using.
"Sorry, Professor, I just got—"
But Hermione interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.
"Here," she said, handing Aini the jar, with a questioning look on her face.
"Thanks," Aini replied, then, unable to stop herself, she yawned.
Aini looked at her potions book, then added the asphodel to the Potion. She yawned again. At this point, Harry nudged her.
"You'd better not let him see you doing that," Harry whispered to her, then quickly turned his attention back to his potion as Snape turned to look towards them.
"Five points from Gryffindor," Aini said quietly to Harry, who nodded in agreement.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Benson. Mock me again, and it'll be twenty." Snape said almost immediately, then came over to where Aini was sitting. He looked at her Potion.
"How much asphodel did you add, Miss Benson?" Snape asked icily.
"The right amount," Aini replied, equally as coldly.
She heard Hermione take a deep breath, and the rest of the class went quiet.
Snape's black eyes glinted dangerously as he looked at her.
"Very well, Miss Benson," Snape said, then went to look at some of the Slytherins' Potions. He looked back at her.
"Detention. Tonight." Snape said, as the Slytherins all began whispering amongst themselves, no doubt finding Aini's detention amusing.
"I don't care. He's a—" Aini began.
"Unless you want a week's worth of detention, Miss Benson—"
Snape was once again standing in front of Aini's desk. He then raised his voice so the whole class could hear. But, he didn't say anything about her.
"For homework, half a roll of parchment on each ingredient from today's potion. By Friday." Snape went back to his desk as the class began to pack their bags.
"Miss Benson. Stay behind." Snape said curtly, as the Slytherins filed out, smirking at Aini.
"Have fun, Mudblood," Draco said, as he pushed his way abruptly past her.
"He's not worth it," Hermione said, although Aini could tell she was annoyed. "Want me to wait for you?"
"I think I might be a little while. I'll meet you back at the common room." Aini replied. "You'd better go, before he gives you a detention for daring to breathe."
"I'll get a start on the homework," Hermione replied. "Good luck."
"Thanks," Aini replied.
"Miss Granger, are you after a detention yourself?" Snape asked impatiently.
Hermione shook her head.
"Then leave," Snape said, looking disdainfully at her. With a quick smile at Aini, she left quickly, closing the door behind her.
"Well, well, well. Miss Benson," Snape said slowly, drawing out each syllable. Aini stood alongside Snape's desk.
"Professor Malfoy needs someone to help her prepare for her next lesson." Snape said. "You can go tonight."
Aini picked up her bag, and headed towards the door.
"Not just yet, Miss Benson." Snape said. "First I have to inform Professor Malfoy."
He reached for a jar, and threw something into the fire.
"Professor Malfoy," he said, and within seconds her head was atop the flames.
"Greetings, Severus."
He ignored her friendly greeting.
"This is Miss Benson," Snape waved a hand at Aini. "She will be helping you tonight by means of fulfilling her detention.
"Miss Benson." Narcissa said, "Come to my office after dinner, and I'll explain what we need to do then."
Aini nodded.
Narcissa's head disappeared from the flames.
"You may go now, Miss Benson." Snape said, and he waved his hand at the door, which flew open. Aini hurried out of the room without so much as backward glance.

***

"Is it bad?" Hermione asked, as Aini sat down opposite her.
"I have to help Professor Malfoy prepare for our next lesson." Aini replied.
"It could be worse, you know. At least it's not with Filch, or even Snape himself." Hermione said.
Aini curled up into the armchair, and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. In her mind's eye, she could see Mr Malfoy kissing her once again, amongst other things. Aini smiled to herself, that small innocent grin that she was used to seeing when she looked at herself in a mirror.
"Damn Snape," Ron said, looking up from his potions book. "This homework is going to take forever."
Aini looked up at Ron.
"You know, that's probably my fault, that homework. Sorry about that, Ron." Aini said.
"You can't help being a Gryffindor, Aini." Ron said in reply.
"How about we each do a couple of the ingredients, then put them all together and hand them in?" Harry suggested, also looking at his potions book.
Only Hermione looked doubtful.
"Snape might find out, you know." Hermione said.
"Perhaps," Ron said. "But you want to do it, Hermione. I know you do."
"Great," Harry said, and smiled at the silent Hermione. "There are nine ingredients."
"I'll do three," Aini said at once. "Maybe it'll redeem me in Snape's eyes."
"Yeah, right." Hermione said. "The fact that you're a Gryffindor is against you."
Harry closed his Potions book.
"But first, I think we should go and have some lunch. We have History of Magic next."

***

Aini once again made her way down to the hall to Professor Malfoy's office. She could feel her face starting to burn as she remembered what had happened there last time.
Aini could see the door was open as she neared Professor Malfoy's office. She peeked around the door, and saw Professor Malfoy sitting at the desk. There was no sign of Mr Malfoy. Aini was somewhat relieved at this. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good evening, Miss Benson." Narcissa said, looking up. "Please, come in."
She motioned at the chair in front of her desk.
Aini walked in and sat down, looking about the room.
"So, Miss Benson. Being insubordinate to good old Snape, were we?" Narcissa asked, smiling at Aini.
"He just really annoys me all of the time," Aini said, then quickly looked at the ground. "But don't tell him I said that."
"I think Snape might already suspect you don't like him," Narcissa replied. "You're in Gryffindor, aren't you?"
Aini nodded.
"Well, Snape has plenty of reasons to dislike Gryffindors, let me tell you that." Narcissa said.
"Like what?" Aini couldn't help asking. But Narcissa shook her head.
"If Snape knew that you knew, well, I think you'd find yourself in detention quite a bit."
Narcissa stood up. Aini followed her to the door.
"I think it's time we got this detention underway," Narcissa said. "Besides, Lucius will be waiting for us."
Aini almost stopped walking at the mention of Lucius' name.
"What are we doing?" Aini asked, as the now familiar red flush crept slowly up her cheeks. It was dark, so thankfully Professor Malfoy couldn't see her.
"We're dealing with Elementals," Narcissa said, leading the way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"With what?" Aini asked. "I've never heard of them."
"Elementals. They come to you at night in your dreams. You think they are part of your dream, but they're not. They can project themselves into your dream, and can make you do things you wouldn't normally do." Narcissa explained.
"How did you get them?" Aini asked.
"There's a spell you can cast to remove them from a dream. However, you obviously can't cast the spell on yourself, so you have to cast it on someone else." Narcissa said. "What you will see in the classroom is how they look when you cast the spell."
"How are we preparing them?" Aini asked.
"Well, before I can show them to the class, they need to be dressed," Narcissa said.
"Dressed?" Aini questioned. "What do they look like?"
"Right now, they look human. In a dream, they tend to take the form of what you desire. They tend to take the form of someone you're close to, or wish would love you, as you're more likely to do what that person says. Sometimes they're harmless, but other times they like to cause trouble."
"I can't say I've ever had one," Aini said, trying to remember some of her dreams, but not remembering any.
"You're probably too young to desire someone," Narcissa said, then smiled at Aini.
"I guess," Aini said, although her thoughts turned to Lucius. She shook her head.

"You know, at least Snape picked a girl to help me. I don't suppose a boy would have much fashion sense," Narcissa said, smiling.
"Because this school uniform is so fashionable," Aini said to Narcissa.
"I know what you mean," Narcissa replied. "You know, when I was a student at this school, and let me tell you, that seems ages ago, I would never wear my uniform under my robes. I put a bewitching spell on them so that anyone who happened to see my clothes would see a school uniform."
"That's brilliant. I have to try it," Aini said excitedly. "Did anyone ever find out?"
"Only Lucius," Narcissa said. "He caught me casting the spell one day, and everyday he would wonder what I was wearing underneath."
"Is that how you got together?" Aini asked, in spite of herself. She looked at Narcissa.
"I don't think that's for your innocent ears," Narcissa said, but the look on her face said it all.
"No more questions," Narcissa said, but not unkindly. In fact, there was a small twinkle in her eye. Aini didn't ask any more questions, mainly due to the fact that they reached the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and made their way inside.

At the head of the classroom stood three human-like figures. They all looked female, and had long hair that reached their waist. They reminded her of Veela, in a way. They didn't looked the same, especially as each one had a different hair colour.
At the other end of the classroom, seated at the desk, was Mr Malfoy. Aini held his gaze briefly, then turned towards the Elementals.
"They remind me of Veela," Aini said hastily, voicing her last thought.
"Veela are harmless compared to these," Narcissa said. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Just need to get something from Madam Pomfrey's office."
She made her exit, closing the door behind her.

The door had barely closed, and Lucius was in front of her like a flash.
"Narcissa tells me you were being insubordinate in Snape's class," Lucius spoke quietly, stepping closer.
"Yes, well—." Aini began, but was silenced as Lucius pulled her to him, lips inches from hers. His hand moved down to the small of her back, holding her close to him. Her arms instinctly went around his neck, inviting him kiss her.
He needed no more invitation. His lips met hers, and he kissed her slowly, but with urgency.
His other hand reached for the first button on her school shirt, which he undid deftly. Moving away from her slightly, he looked into her eyes, then at the table next to them. She also looked.
"No—" she said, but still she held him to her. "Your wife—"
She spoke in low tones, quite different to how she normally sounded.
"She's not here," Lucius said, undoing another button.
"She'll be back soon—" Aini said, but the thought was slowly fading from her mind as his hand moved slowly up her shirt.
"Madam Pomfrey's office is far," Lucius said, his voice matching the low tones of hers. He slowly began moving her towards the table, until she was backed up against it.
"Not here—" she stammered, as Lucius slowly removed his robes, casting them aside.
"You won't even know where you are—" Lucius whispered into her ear, as his kisses began to move down from her mouth. He sat her on the table, and stood between her legs. He kissed her once again on the lips.
"I can't— here—" Aini stammered once more, her hands moving down his back. "I'm meant to be on detention."
"I can punish you, if that is your desire," Lucius whispered huskily to her, the hand on her waist inching lower.
"Desire—" Aini repeated after him. Her head tilted back as he kissed her neck.
She looked at him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her.
"Not here," she said, the words hard to say. His hands were still holding her around her waist, and she could feel a strength in those hands, promising her great things.
"When?" he asked, as she moved slowly off the table. But before she could answer, the door to the Defence Against the Dark Arts creaked open. Professor Malfoy had returned.

***

For Aini, those few hours of detention had been some of the longest she had ever had in her life. When Professor Malfoy had returned from Madam Pomfrey's office, they had begun to dress the Elementals. Aini had tried to keep her mind on the task, but it was difficult. Occasionally, she'd sneak glances at Mr Malfoy, and on every occasion he'd be looking at her.
Aini was somewhat relieved when Professor Malfoy told her she could return to her common room. In her thoughts all detention had been Mr Malfoy, and how he had touched her. Bidding Professor Malfoy good night, she hurried from the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, hastily closing the door behind her.

Back in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, there was a tense atmosphere. Lucius sat at the desk, while Narcissa stood next to the Elementals.
"What is it?" Lucius asked, when it was clear that Narcissa would not leave.
"What did you say to Miss Benson while I was gone?" Narcissa asked.
"Why do you ask?" Lucius replied.
"She literally ran from the room just now. I can only assume it had something to do with you."
Lucius didn't reply. He stood up and went to leave the room, then turned to face Narcissa.
"You mean like you run from me all the time? You should know better then me." Lucius said sharply. He shook his head slightly, then left the room.

Narcissa watched him leave, then crossed the room to her desk. As she stood there, she was thankful she was alone, for she wanted no one to see her tears.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

If Ever The Truth