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If Ever The Truth	By : isathiel Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lucius Malfoy sat in The Three Broomsticks, his head bent down over an empty mug. He'd been sitting there for the better part of the morning, as the mugs lining the table showed. He smiled at a pretty witch that passed him, then looked up towards the bar. He caught Madam Rosmerta's attention, and indicated he wanted another mug of mead.
Madam Rosmerta nodded, and briefly turned away from the table where she was taking an order.
"Aini," she called. "Mr Malfoy wants another mulled mead."
A young girl came downstairs. A beautiful young girl. He watched her prepare his drink, and then watched her bring it to him. She placed the mug on the table, then reached for the empty mugs. He couldn't help himself. He grabbed her wrist, preventing her from leaving. She looked surprised, but didn't fight him off.

"How come I've never seen you before?" he asked her, looking her over.
She slid into the seat opposite him.
"Because this is the first winter I've spent with my Aunt." Aini explained. "My parents are on holiday and they aren't going to be back by the time term starts."
He watched her as she said this, as she tucked her long black hair behind her ear. They framed a face with the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen.
"Hogwarts?" Lucius asked, and placed his hand over hers.
"Yes," Aini replied." I'm in sixth year."

Madam Rosmerta came over then, her eyes on Mr Malfoy. Watching him carefully, she spoke to Aini.
"You'd better make your way up the school now. The train has almost arrived."
"Okay." Aini replied, and stood up. "I'll just go and get my belongings, and I'll make my way up."
She ran up the stairs, and returned equally as quickly with her belongings. She made her way to Madam Rosmerta, gave her a hug, and made her way towards the door.
"Wait!" Lucius exclaimed, and hurried over to Aini.
She turned to face him.
"Can I walk with you?" Lucius asked.
"Well, okay." Aini replied, a confused expression on her face.
"I'm going that way, anyway." Lucius said, as they went outside. It was snowing, and Aini pulled her scarf around her neck. She pulled out another scarf, and offered in to Mr Malfoy.
"Thank you." He said, fumbling with it as he put it around his neck.
"So, why are you going this way?" Aini asked. With a wave of her wand, her trunk followed behind her as if it were a feather.
"Because my wife is teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts this year."
Aini nearly stopped walking in surprise.
"Really?!" she asked, trying to hide the surprise in her voice. "I didn't think she'd—"
"Yes?" Lucius asked.
"I don't know. Be the teaching type." Aini offered, blushing.
"Well, you'll have to wait and see." Lucius said, somewhat shortly.
"Don't you approve?" Aini asked.
"No I don't, young lady." Lucius said, as if he were scolding Aini. He turned to look at her.
"Me? Young?" Aini couldn't help say. "I'm 16."
"Otherwise known as young." Lucius replied, somewhat flirtatiously.
"Mr Malfoy, I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Aini observed, hastening her steps as she turned a corner. Hogwarts was now in her view.
As they neared the steps, Lucius reached for Aini's hand.
"Aini—" he began.
"I think it might be better if you called me Miss Benson." Aini said, looking around hastily. She tried to pull her hand away.
"Miss Benson—" Lucius said, now sounding a bit weary.
"You sound tired, Mr Malfoy." Aini said, trying to fight the sympathy she was feeling for him.
She started to make her way up the steps. He followed her, but stumbled.
"Oh, what the hell," she said to herself quietly. "Come on, Mr Malfoy." Aini said, and she helped him up the stairs.

***

It was a nice sunny day as the Hogwarts Express made its way through the English countryside.
Harry and Ron were sitting around a pile of chocolate frogs and talking. Hermione was by the window watching the trees rush past, curled up in a corner, Harry's quidditch robes under her head as a makeshift pillow.
"You know," Harry started. "I can't believe this is our second last year."
"Harry, it's too early to be talking like that. We still have plenty of time. Save it for next year." Ron said, then smiled slyly. "You know what I can't believe?"
"What?" asked Harry, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate.
"That they made you a prefect." Ron joked, and ducked out of the way of Harry' wand.
"Be careful, Ron, or you'll find yourself hit with an Eminus charm." Harry said, but placed his wand back into his bag.
"An Eminus charm? " Ron asked, and looked over at Hermione.
"Hermione—" Ron began. She turned to look at him, shook her head, and smiled at Harry.
"I wonder who the Slytherin prefects are." Hermione said.
She waved her wand, and a chocolate frog flew through the air and landed neatly in front of her.
"Let's see." Harry said, smiling wickedly. "Malfoy, perhaps?"
Hermione scoffed.
"I don't think so. They need people they can trust."

"Hermione, how do you spell Eminus?" Ron asked at that point, looking up from the book that rested on his lap. He looked at Hermione, then at Harry, and saw that both were trying to hide smiles.
Not saying a word, Ron quietly put the book back on the pile sitting next to him, and began on another chocolate frog.
"As long as it's not that Millicent Bulstrode, I'm happy." Hermione said through a mouthful of chocolate.

"Fancy a game of Exploding Snap?" Ron asked Harry, as he placed a pile of cards from the chocolate frogs into his trunk.
"Sure." Harry said, and put his cards away. Hermione sat under the window, and watched them play.
***

"Good evening, students." Dumbledore stood at the head of the Great Hall, looking over each table.
"And so another year begins—."
Harry was half listening to Dumbledore's speech. He looked around at all four tables, then looked at the teacher's table. There was a new face at the table, sitting next to Professor Snape. A woman, with long blonde hair. She looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't put his finger on it.
He elbowed Hermione, and nodded his head in the direction of the woman. Her mouth dropped open.
"I don't believe it!" Hermione exclaimed, and shook her head several times in quick succession. She looked back.
"But it is!" she said loudly, catching Ron's attention.
"Who?" asked Ron indignantly.
"It's—" Hermione began, but there was no need. Her words trailed off as Lucius Malfoy sat next to the woman.
"Of course." Harry said, just realizing. "But why—"
"The three of them?!" Ron exclaimed. "One Malfoy is bad enough. But three?!"
Harry waved his hand in an attempt to quieten Ron.
"Listen." Harry said, and turned to look at Dumbledore."

"And this year, we have a new addition to the teaching staff. Please welcome, our sixth Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Narcissa Malfoy."
There was applause from the Slytherin table, but not from anywhere else.
Harry smiled at this. Normally it was the other way around.
Ron was shaking his head, as Hermione had done a few minutes ago.
"Her?" he kept spluttering. "Our teacher?"
Harry nodded.
"I wonder why her?" Hermione asked.

At that moment, Dumbledore waved his hands, and the tables were filled with food. Ron filled his plate with roast chicken.

"Maybe it's because Mr Malfoy can't get another job." Ron said spitefully through mouthfuls of chicken. "That's what Dad said, anyway. He said Mr Malfoy's been at The Three Broomsticks a lot, keeping Madam Rosmerta in business."

Aini smiled to herself, but was seen doing so by Harry.
"Aini, do you know something?" Harry asked.
"Well, no." Aini said, perhaps a little too quickly.
Harry didn't question her any further, mainly due to the fact that Dumbledore was again standing at the front of the Hall. The noise in the Hall died down.

"Now that you have all eaten, I have one more announcement to make," Dumbledore paused, smiling at the impatient students in front of him.
"Most of you will know Fred and George Weasley, and the jokers that they are. Well, I am pleased to announce that they have successfully opened their own joke shop." Dumbledore paused, as everyone cheered.
"So, we will be celebrating their success with a party to be held in the Great Hall at Christmas time. On that note, I once again welcome you all back, and trust that you will have a good year. Prefects, please lead your houses to the dormitories."

Students began to file out the door.
"Come on, Aini. Looks like our prefect duties are beginning." Harry said, and together they hurried to the front of the new first years.
"Can you believe it?" Harry asked. "About Fred and George?"
"I never even knew anything about it," Aini replied. "I'm happy for them."
"I wonder what Mrs Weasley thinks?" Harry said thoughtfully, as they came to a stop at the entrance to the Common Room.
"Maybe she's gotten used to the idea." Aini replied.
"Congratulations on prefect, Harry. You too, Aini." The painting of the Fat Lady smiled. "Password?"
"Thank you. Ignis Eminus." Aini said, and the painting swung open.

The older students made their way upstairs, leaving Harry, Aini, and the first years behind.
"Welcome to Gryffindor, first years." Harry said, trying not to notice them gaping at his forehead. Quite some time had passed, and still people stared.
"Boys, your dormitory is downstairs on the left. Girls, the same on the right. That's about all you need to know for this night. Should you have any questions, feel free to ask us. Good night." Harry said, and led the boys to the dormitory.
Aini led the new Gryffindor girls into their dormitory.

She waited until they were all in bed, then turned to leave the dormitory.
"Aini?" a voice called.
"Yes, Abby?" Aini asked, and sat on the edge of the girl's bed.
"Is it true that there are ghosts here?" Abby asked.
"Well— yes." Aini said. "But they're not scary. They won't hurt you."
Aini placed her hand over the young girl's.
"Try and get some sleep. If you need me, I'm not far away." Aini said, then stood up slowly. She paused briefly at the door, then made her way to her own dormitory.

"What took you so long?" Hermione's voice said in the darkness.
"One of the first years asked me about the ghosts." Aini explained, as she hung her robes over a chair. She then changed into a pair of cow-spot pyjamas and climbed into her own bed.
"It seems so long ago that we were first years, doesn't it?" Aini asked.
"It does. Soon our own children will be first years." Hermione said.
"Children? I need a guy first." Aini replied, and pulled the covers up around herself. Hermione knew what Aini was thinking.
"I know it's such a Muggle thing to say, but it will happen when you least expect it. I mean, I would never have imagined Viktor would be interested in little old me," Hermione said.
"I hope so," Aini said.
"You know what my Dad once said to me?" Hermione asked, lowering her voice so that only Aini could hear.
"That when it comes to guys, they know it's the right girl when they realise they want to wake up with her in the morning, not just sleep with her at night."
"Hermione!" Aini exclaimed. " I wasn't expecting to hear something like that from you."
"But it's true," Hermione continued.
"Does that mean—" Aini began, not finishing her sentence.
"Good night, Aini," Hermione said. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Hermione," Aini said, and paused briefly. "But when—"
"Last summer. When I was there." Hermione said, a dreamy look in her eyes. "But please don't tell the other two, okay?"
"I promise," Aini answered. "Sweet dreams."
"You too," Hermione said in reply.
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