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Elevenses Would be SO Much Better Served at Night
Author's Note 11/5/07: School has been kicking my ass. I'm sorry for the lack of updates, and I AM working on more chapters, but they'll be a little longer in coming. There will be no update this week either, and maybe not next week. There will be an update by the 25th of November (My birthday! Yay!) Thanks for being patient.
AN: Okay, because tomorrow is going to be SO hectic (I've got TWO different performances I have to memorize and present well, so I have to get up early, then I am for some ungodly reason going to a Wizard Rock concert in Austin and won't get back to my dorm until 4am... and I have class at 8:30... aiaiaiee...
Well, anyway, the result is an early update for you guys. And perhaps a heads up for anyone else who will be there. Yay. *Imperio!* Now read. Then comment. Bwahahahahaha.....
Chapter Eleven: Elevenses Would be SO Much Better Served at Night
Halle focused on her classes for the rest of the day, and did as much homework as she could in various snippets of time she would usually use for talking, sketching or daydreaming. She knew that she'd have no time after dinner to complete anything, so she worked through most of her lunch and used her free period like never before.
Hermione had taken note and praised her for being so studious, and Halle had not had the time or motivation to correct her, though she felt bad for Ron as his girlfriend turned to berate him for not doing the same.
~*~
After dinner Halle followed Ginny out of the Great Hall.
“Gin?” she asked as soon as they were out of the sight of anyone coming through the doors. “I need a favor.”
“Is it that thing we talked about during the summer?” the redhead asked, turning around.
“Yeah.”
“Alright. When do you need to be out?”
“From about now to ten, I think.”
Ginny nodded. “Okay. I can do it. One thing, though; can I borrow your cloak? It'd make things easier."
“Sure thing,” Halle replied. While very dear to her, the Invisibility Cloak had lost its functional value. “Just... be careful with it, okay?”
“Cross my heart. Now go on, I'll take care of it for you.”
Halle thanked her and ran off. She'd chosen a disused classroom in Hufflepuff territory for the meeting, but she hadn't set it up yet. To be on the safe side, she'd decided to have some very secure charms and such in place, and to let Malfoy be the first one in, so she could lock the wards behind them. And also to make sure he was indeed alone, which was one of the stipulations of the note she'd sent him.
Therefore, she needed to be there at least two hours early. And she needed to find a good hiding spot... or she could just use the Disillusionment charm in her new fluffy appendage. Merlin, was that thing useful... she just had to remember not to run, at any time, lest she find herself at her destination five minutes before she should have and with nauseating dizziness. Oh well, you can't have it all...
~*~
“What do you want, Potter?” Malfoy sneered as she walked into the room. “Come to use me as your Potions grade now that Snape won't be able to tell?”
“No, that's what I have Hermione for,” Halle said sarcastically as she zig-zagged her wand over the closed door, essentially zipping the wards together.
Malfoy nodded. “Of course. So, what then? Am I your personal fuck-toy, because you can't get anyone else who won't go straight to the Prophet?”
Halle turned around and scowled. “Strip, Malfoy.”
The blond paled several shades. “Merlin's balls, I wasn't serious woman!”
“Well, learn to control your mouth.”
They stood in silence for a minute before Halle broke it. “I wasn't joking, Malfoy. You. Shirt. Off. Now.”
“Oh, now, that's a bit much—”
“Do you want to know how I got the blood to make the cards, Malfoy? And yes, I said cards. Plural. As in, when I pulled my hand away from your back on the train, it was covered with enough to make at least five potions out of. I spent one potion's worth on cards; where the rest went I'll leave to your imagination. So. Strip.”
Malfoy looked around.
“It's just us, I've already warded the door. Be compliant, and I won't tell anyone what we're doing and why we're here. There's really no way out, Malfoy.”
He nodded. “You won't tell?” he whispered.
“Nothing goes beyond these walls.”
“Alright.” Malfoy took off his robe, underneath which was a white shift, and laid it over the back of a chair.
“You do have something under that, don't you?” asked Halle.
“What? You mean like Muggle underwear?” Malfoy sneered. “Of course not.”
Halle sighed. “Can you make something like a skirt out of that?”
“Why?”
“Just because you've got your mind in the gutter doesn't mean I do. I only need to see your back.”
Malfoy gave her a calculating look, but pulled the shift down and held it at his waist. “Anything else, Ma'am?” he asked sacrastically.
“Yes. Go ahead and sit down. But turn the chair around; I need to get to your back.”
Malfoy complied, watching Halle carefully as she pulled out a box. “What's that?” he asked nervously.
“A Survival Kit and Immediate Doctor. SKID for short,” Halle answered, pulling out some cloths and ointment.
“And why do you have it?”
“We made at least a hundred of these this summer; Hermione's parents are a bit paranoid.”
Malfoy 'hmm'ed noncommittally and turned his attention to the wall. Halle pulled two chairs behind him, one for the SKID and stuff, the other for her.
“Wow, that's a lot,” she said, looking at the new wounds on the blond's back for the first time.
“No, Potter, I just naturally bleed litres through the lightest scra—aiaie!”
“Hmm, I think this one may be infected,” Halle mused, poking at an extra-red gash.
“Would you be a bit gentler?!” Malfoy yelled.
“What? It's just the lightest scratch that you're bleeding litres through,” Halle replied, nonplussed.
“Alright, I get it; shut up or have a reason to scream.”
“I'm glad you understand. I'm done washing it.”
“Oh, good, then I can get—good Merlin!”
“But I still need to clean it with some antiseptic. I'm sorry, does that sting?”
“By all that breathes, woman; this is almost more painful than getting them was!”
“Oh? I was going to ask you about that,” Halle said, dabbing the clear liquid on one of the lower gashes until it stopped steaming. FireClean was indeed more than a bit painful, but it cleaned wounds like nothing else—even magical infections and debris were steamed off, leaving only the bare wound.
Malfoy stiffened.
“Of course, I immediately realized you'd never give me a straight answer, and decided against it. Here, bite this.” She held out a wooden block about a centimetre thick and ten long.
“Why?” Malfoy asked, eying the thing.
“So you don't bite your tongue,” Halle replied.
“Why would I-mfrl!”
Halle smiled. “Non-verbal Fixing Charm. You like? I'm sure you'll hate me after this,” she continued, pointing her wand at his hands which were still clutching the chair's back and performing the same spell, then at his feet. “Now, try not to move too much.”
Halle pulled out a tub of CoverAll, the best anti-infectant and wound sealant they could find. It hurt worse than SkeleGrow, but was well worth it. At least on the battlefield.
Here, it also served as a bit of revenge.
“It wasn't very nice of you to lock me in the restroom, you know,” she commented as she spread the yellow cream across Malfoy's back. The blond screamed through the wood stuck in his mouth. “I don't expect you're really listening, but this actually is the best I can do for you. Some of those really did look infected, and I don't know with what, but this'll clear up most anything. It'll stay until they heal up, and you can charm it to look normal easier. It would be best if we could look at them again in a few days, just to see how things are going, but I'm not cruel enough to make you go through this again, and it's really not advisable to reapply CoverAll in less than three weeks.” Malfoy whined extra pitifully, and Halle lightened her touch. “I'll keep my word; I won't tell anyone about you. I won't even ask you to meet with me again. We can go back to hissing and biting at each other in the halls, and no one needs to know a thing.” Halle paused to glance at her work. “I think that's it,” she said, screwing the cap back on the CoverAll tub. “It needs to dry for a few minutes, but the worst is over.”
Halle packed the SKID back together, then took a clean cloth back out and charmed it wet when she saw the blond boy's face.
“Shh, it's okay,” she said, not really knowing where the words came from. “It's almost over.” She used the cloth to wipe the sweat and tears from Malfoy's face, and removed the wood from his mouth.
“Bitch of a way to help someone,” he wheezed after a few breaths.
“Yeah, well, you never asked.”
“And that means you find the most painful way possible?”
Halle gave him a look.
“Alright, it's us, I should have seen that coming.” They stayed in silence for a few more minutes. “What did you use, anyway?”
“Water, FireClean, and CoverAll.”
“You... how in Merlin's name did you get those? They're restricted. I mean, even my father couldn't get his hands on any!”
“We brewed them.”
Malfoy looked even more shocked. “You brewed them. Yourselves. You and the Weasel and the Mudblood? Brewed—”
“FireClean and CoverAll. They're not that hard.”
“Yes they are! And the ingredients—”
“Happened to be on hand.”
“Right. And I got these from being pushed down the stairs by a House Elf.”
Halle smiled. “I'm glad we understand each other. Now, I'm taking your wand—”
“Hey!”
“—unwarding the door, and I'm going to walk out and put your wand on the statue of the Pretty Goblin, then I'm going to take the Fixing Charm off your hands and feet, and you won't see me until classes tomorrow. Okay?”
“I don't—”
“It's a little late to not trust me, so I'm going to take that as an agreement,” Halle said, walking out of the room. She did exactly as she'd said, of course, rubbing her earring and disappearing just as she finished waving her wand in a silent 'Finite', then taking off down the corridor as quickly, quietly and safely as she could go.
“Potter!” she heard yelled about thirty seconds later. She turned, and stopped dead. Malfoy was messily dressed and searching the halls with his eyes, but didn't seem to find any trace of her. He finally glanced at the statue of the Pretty Goblin and a look of relief washed over his face as he grasped his wand once again. “I won't forget this, Potter!” he yelled once more, then took off down another hall.
Halle had figured as much. She shrugged to herself, turned, and almost ran into Professor Snape. He didn't seem to notice. Halle backed away slowly, and hid herself in an alcove.
“Potter, hmm?” Snape said to himself. “If you're still here, Miss Potter, you already know that I will be checking your activities tomorrow. Whether or not you come up with some plausible excuse, I estimate Griffyndor will lose about a hundred points from you alone.”
He turned and stalked after Malfoy, leaving Halle to return to her dorm. Or maybe the kitchens... Merlin, she was getting to be like Ron!
~*~
It was only after she had curled up underneath her covers, full and content from Dobby's pampering, that Halle realized she'd forgotten to check for the Dark Mark on Malfoy's arm.
********
Okay! There's something I changed in this chapter, and I'm going back to fix it in the previous chapters. See if you can guess what it is! (No, it's not major, don't worry.)
AN: Okay, because tomorrow is going to be SO hectic (I've got TWO different performances I have to memorize and present well, so I have to get up early, then I am for some ungodly reason going to a Wizard Rock concert in Austin and won't get back to my dorm until 4am... and I have class at 8:30... aiaiaiee...
Well, anyway, the result is an early update for you guys. And perhaps a heads up for anyone else who will be there. Yay. *Imperio!* Now read. Then comment. Bwahahahahaha.....
Chapter Eleven: Elevenses Would be SO Much Better Served at Night
Halle focused on her classes for the rest of the day, and did as much homework as she could in various snippets of time she would usually use for talking, sketching or daydreaming. She knew that she'd have no time after dinner to complete anything, so she worked through most of her lunch and used her free period like never before.
Hermione had taken note and praised her for being so studious, and Halle had not had the time or motivation to correct her, though she felt bad for Ron as his girlfriend turned to berate him for not doing the same.
~*~
After dinner Halle followed Ginny out of the Great Hall.
“Gin?” she asked as soon as they were out of the sight of anyone coming through the doors. “I need a favor.”
“Is it that thing we talked about during the summer?” the redhead asked, turning around.
“Yeah.”
“Alright. When do you need to be out?”
“From about now to ten, I think.”
Ginny nodded. “Okay. I can do it. One thing, though; can I borrow your cloak? It'd make things easier."
“Sure thing,” Halle replied. While very dear to her, the Invisibility Cloak had lost its functional value. “Just... be careful with it, okay?”
“Cross my heart. Now go on, I'll take care of it for you.”
Halle thanked her and ran off. She'd chosen a disused classroom in Hufflepuff territory for the meeting, but she hadn't set it up yet. To be on the safe side, she'd decided to have some very secure charms and such in place, and to let Malfoy be the first one in, so she could lock the wards behind them. And also to make sure he was indeed alone, which was one of the stipulations of the note she'd sent him.
Therefore, she needed to be there at least two hours early. And she needed to find a good hiding spot... or she could just use the Disillusionment charm in her new fluffy appendage. Merlin, was that thing useful... she just had to remember not to run, at any time, lest she find herself at her destination five minutes before she should have and with nauseating dizziness. Oh well, you can't have it all...
~*~
“What do you want, Potter?” Malfoy sneered as she walked into the room. “Come to use me as your Potions grade now that Snape won't be able to tell?”
“No, that's what I have Hermione for,” Halle said sarcastically as she zig-zagged her wand over the closed door, essentially zipping the wards together.
Malfoy nodded. “Of course. So, what then? Am I your personal fuck-toy, because you can't get anyone else who won't go straight to the Prophet?”
Halle turned around and scowled. “Strip, Malfoy.”
The blond paled several shades. “Merlin's balls, I wasn't serious woman!”
“Well, learn to control your mouth.”
They stood in silence for a minute before Halle broke it. “I wasn't joking, Malfoy. You. Shirt. Off. Now.”
“Oh, now, that's a bit much—”
“Do you want to know how I got the blood to make the cards, Malfoy? And yes, I said cards. Plural. As in, when I pulled my hand away from your back on the train, it was covered with enough to make at least five potions out of. I spent one potion's worth on cards; where the rest went I'll leave to your imagination. So. Strip.”
Malfoy looked around.
“It's just us, I've already warded the door. Be compliant, and I won't tell anyone what we're doing and why we're here. There's really no way out, Malfoy.”
He nodded. “You won't tell?” he whispered.
“Nothing goes beyond these walls.”
“Alright.” Malfoy took off his robe, underneath which was a white shift, and laid it over the back of a chair.
“You do have something under that, don't you?” asked Halle.
“What? You mean like Muggle underwear?” Malfoy sneered. “Of course not.”
Halle sighed. “Can you make something like a skirt out of that?”
“Why?”
“Just because you've got your mind in the gutter doesn't mean I do. I only need to see your back.”
Malfoy gave her a calculating look, but pulled the shift down and held it at his waist. “Anything else, Ma'am?” he asked sacrastically.
“Yes. Go ahead and sit down. But turn the chair around; I need to get to your back.”
Malfoy complied, watching Halle carefully as she pulled out a box. “What's that?” he asked nervously.
“A Survival Kit and Immediate Doctor. SKID for short,” Halle answered, pulling out some cloths and ointment.
“And why do you have it?”
“We made at least a hundred of these this summer; Hermione's parents are a bit paranoid.”
Malfoy 'hmm'ed noncommittally and turned his attention to the wall. Halle pulled two chairs behind him, one for the SKID and stuff, the other for her.
“Wow, that's a lot,” she said, looking at the new wounds on the blond's back for the first time.
“No, Potter, I just naturally bleed litres through the lightest scra—aiaie!”
“Hmm, I think this one may be infected,” Halle mused, poking at an extra-red gash.
“Would you be a bit gentler?!” Malfoy yelled.
“What? It's just the lightest scratch that you're bleeding litres through,” Halle replied, nonplussed.
“Alright, I get it; shut up or have a reason to scream.”
“I'm glad you understand. I'm done washing it.”
“Oh, good, then I can get—good Merlin!”
“But I still need to clean it with some antiseptic. I'm sorry, does that sting?”
“By all that breathes, woman; this is almost more painful than getting them was!”
“Oh? I was going to ask you about that,” Halle said, dabbing the clear liquid on one of the lower gashes until it stopped steaming. FireClean was indeed more than a bit painful, but it cleaned wounds like nothing else—even magical infections and debris were steamed off, leaving only the bare wound.
Malfoy stiffened.
“Of course, I immediately realized you'd never give me a straight answer, and decided against it. Here, bite this.” She held out a wooden block about a centimetre thick and ten long.
“Why?” Malfoy asked, eying the thing.
“So you don't bite your tongue,” Halle replied.
“Why would I-mfrl!”
Halle smiled. “Non-verbal Fixing Charm. You like? I'm sure you'll hate me after this,” she continued, pointing her wand at his hands which were still clutching the chair's back and performing the same spell, then at his feet. “Now, try not to move too much.”
Halle pulled out a tub of CoverAll, the best anti-infectant and wound sealant they could find. It hurt worse than SkeleGrow, but was well worth it. At least on the battlefield.
Here, it also served as a bit of revenge.
“It wasn't very nice of you to lock me in the restroom, you know,” she commented as she spread the yellow cream across Malfoy's back. The blond screamed through the wood stuck in his mouth. “I don't expect you're really listening, but this actually is the best I can do for you. Some of those really did look infected, and I don't know with what, but this'll clear up most anything. It'll stay until they heal up, and you can charm it to look normal easier. It would be best if we could look at them again in a few days, just to see how things are going, but I'm not cruel enough to make you go through this again, and it's really not advisable to reapply CoverAll in less than three weeks.” Malfoy whined extra pitifully, and Halle lightened her touch. “I'll keep my word; I won't tell anyone about you. I won't even ask you to meet with me again. We can go back to hissing and biting at each other in the halls, and no one needs to know a thing.” Halle paused to glance at her work. “I think that's it,” she said, screwing the cap back on the CoverAll tub. “It needs to dry for a few minutes, but the worst is over.”
Halle packed the SKID back together, then took a clean cloth back out and charmed it wet when she saw the blond boy's face.
“Shh, it's okay,” she said, not really knowing where the words came from. “It's almost over.” She used the cloth to wipe the sweat and tears from Malfoy's face, and removed the wood from his mouth.
“Bitch of a way to help someone,” he wheezed after a few breaths.
“Yeah, well, you never asked.”
“And that means you find the most painful way possible?”
Halle gave him a look.
“Alright, it's us, I should have seen that coming.” They stayed in silence for a few more minutes. “What did you use, anyway?”
“Water, FireClean, and CoverAll.”
“You... how in Merlin's name did you get those? They're restricted. I mean, even my father couldn't get his hands on any!”
“We brewed them.”
Malfoy looked even more shocked. “You brewed them. Yourselves. You and the Weasel and the Mudblood? Brewed—”
“FireClean and CoverAll. They're not that hard.”
“Yes they are! And the ingredients—”
“Happened to be on hand.”
“Right. And I got these from being pushed down the stairs by a House Elf.”
Halle smiled. “I'm glad we understand each other. Now, I'm taking your wand—”
“Hey!”
“—unwarding the door, and I'm going to walk out and put your wand on the statue of the Pretty Goblin, then I'm going to take the Fixing Charm off your hands and feet, and you won't see me until classes tomorrow. Okay?”
“I don't—”
“It's a little late to not trust me, so I'm going to take that as an agreement,” Halle said, walking out of the room. She did exactly as she'd said, of course, rubbing her earring and disappearing just as she finished waving her wand in a silent 'Finite', then taking off down the corridor as quickly, quietly and safely as she could go.
“Potter!” she heard yelled about thirty seconds later. She turned, and stopped dead. Malfoy was messily dressed and searching the halls with his eyes, but didn't seem to find any trace of her. He finally glanced at the statue of the Pretty Goblin and a look of relief washed over his face as he grasped his wand once again. “I won't forget this, Potter!” he yelled once more, then took off down another hall.
Halle had figured as much. She shrugged to herself, turned, and almost ran into Professor Snape. He didn't seem to notice. Halle backed away slowly, and hid herself in an alcove.
“Potter, hmm?” Snape said to himself. “If you're still here, Miss Potter, you already know that I will be checking your activities tomorrow. Whether or not you come up with some plausible excuse, I estimate Griffyndor will lose about a hundred points from you alone.”
He turned and stalked after Malfoy, leaving Halle to return to her dorm. Or maybe the kitchens... Merlin, she was getting to be like Ron!
~*~
It was only after she had curled up underneath her covers, full and content from Dobby's pampering, that Halle realized she'd forgotten to check for the Dark Mark on Malfoy's arm.
********
Okay! There's something I changed in this chapter, and I'm going back to fix it in the previous chapters. See if you can guess what it is! (No, it's not major, don't worry.)