A Slytherins Secrets will be kept

Title: A Slytherins Secrets will be kept. Summary: Draco runs away from home to protect his secret. He becomes a Las Vegas Show girl. Haha, just kidding, or am I? Can Harry bring him back? Sequel to ‘Contemplations and Actions.

Warnings: Slash, Lemons, Pregnancy, Masturbation (Sorry, none this chapter)

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. (I own nothing except maybe the idea for my OCs, or not^.^)

A/N: Here’s Chapter 4. To my reviewers, thmbrooke, Alison, and Miss Missed, you guys make me so happy. ^.~ (You have to wait a little longer for Harry’s appearance and reactions, the way things are looking, this will be pretty long.) I love reading reviews, so please review and tell me what you think of this so far. Enjoy. ^.^ (oh and just in case I forgot to before, the hotel is a pure figment of my imagination, the name is something that sounded like a good name for the place so I used it.)


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Chapter 4: Let the Manipulations Begin


March 15, 2001

Merry had finished Draya’s makeup and they had been sitting around chatting when Draya suddenly asked, "Merry, would you mind if I sketched you?"

"Sure, if you really want to." And soon Draya returned with two sketchbooks. She handed one to Merry and sat in the chair opposite the bed with the other, "You can look at this one if you want." And then she pulled out a pencil and started drawing.

Soon the only sounds heard in the room were the scratches of the pencil on paper and the occasional page being turned.

Then, "Wow, these are really great. Who are all these people, well I’m sure they’re your friends of course, but they look really interesting. And this castle is awesome. Is it a real place? These creature pics are pretty cool, too." gushed out of Merry all at once.

“Yeah, most are friends. The castle is where I went to school. It was a boarding school in Scotland. That’s where I met most of those people." She lifted the sketchbook in her lap, "I’ve finished you. Would you like to look?"

“Sure." Merry walked over, and looked at the sketch, “Wow that’s pretty. Would you mind making a copy for me so I can give it to my parents?"

“OK.” The two moved back to the bed and the two girls laid on their stomachs next to each other looking at the sketch books, while Draya told Merry stories about each person. Merry noticed that Draya skipped over several pictures of what appeared to be the same man.

“And these sketches, I just did earlier.” Merry glanced through the pages, and was surprised to see one of herself and one of Max, the cute bellhop. "So, Merry, what do you think of Max?" Draya asked.

“Well he’s cute," she said blushing, tracing the man’s drawn features, "and he seems really nice."

"Yeah he does, but do you like him? I think he likes you. I mean why else would he ask you out?”

“Well, he could just be being nice.”

“Merry, a guy doesn’t ask a girl out just be nice. He was being nice to ME by inviting me along, and he probably did it to make you feel safer about going out with some stranger.”

“Well, ok.” Merry paused, and opened the sketchbook to a page containing one of the sketches of the man Draya kept skipping over. “So who’s this guy?”

Draya glanced over and immediately blushed, “Oh that’s just Harry, a friend.”

“Ah-huh, and so why didn’t you talk about him when you did about everybody else?”

“Well,” Draya mumbled slightly, “I do like him a lot,” Now she was mumbling even more, “I kinda love him.”

“Wow, I didn’t really expect that to come out. So did you guys ever hook up or anything?”

“Well, not really. We would meet every week for drinks and talk about our lives, but I stopped meeting with him when I decided I needed to change some stuff.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the entire story.”

“The rest is kind of private.”

“Ok, I won’t press you for more information on your hot not boyfriend, if this sketch is any indication.”

“Maybe I’ll tell you more about Mr. Hero someday.”

“Mr. Hero, how intriguing, now I definitely want to know more, but I’ll wait.” Draya glanced at her watch, “Its almost time to meet Max, but I have to make a call first. Oh and I think I have the perfect bag to go with this dress.” With that she walked into her room, leaving Merry to go back to looking through the sketchbooks.


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Draco had realized that he hadn’t talked to Dobby yet. Earlier he had only been able to leave a message with the front desk of Dobby and Winky’s hotel with the information of where he was staying, or rather where Mistress Skye was staying. Dobby often needed reminders about things. He dialed the hotel again only to be told that the Dobby’s had checked out earlier that day, but had received his earlier message, and had left no forwarding address for him. ‘Damn where are you Dobby, I hope you weren’t caught, because that means I’ve been found. Oh well, I’ll just try and enjoy myself tonight and deal with any problems tomorrow.’

Then he rummaged through his trunk until he found what he was looking for, his Carryall Bag. It was a magically enchanted drawstring bag that was reversible, embroidered on the black side with a silver dragon, a perfect match for the dress, the other side was white with a green serpent.. He unfolded it flat so that the black side faced up, and laid his wand onto it along with most of his money, then drew the drawstrings and the bag closed so that it was white side out. He then unfolded the bag again and this time laid it so that the white side faced up, and this time he place the some of his money in the middle along with his identification papers, and pulled the bag closed. He then attached the silver chain that made it into a purse. He could have used the bag to bring his stuff with him, except he had not wanted to look suspicious carrying no luggage for an extended stay. The bag had an Anti-theft charm that wouldn’t allow anyone to touch the bag much less steal it. The only way someone could touch the bag would be for Draco to give them permission. Also, the only way anything could be taken out, would be for Draco to reach into the closed bag and think about the object he wanted and he could pull it out, the bag unfolding itself as he pulled. He had to make sure he had the right side though, otherwise the bag would attempt to give him the closest thing to it, it had on that side. There was no limit on the size of the objects placed in the bag either, not that he had tried for anything bigger than his trunk. It worked by always unfolding to the size you needed it to be.

He walked back into Merry’s room.

“You get through to your friend?”

“No, he was gone.” “Oh, sorry.” She bounced up, “Well let’s go.” She led the way, Draco paused to grab the sketch he had done of Merry, which he had torn out of his book earlier.


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Max had been waiting for the two woman for half an hour, not that they were late it was just that he had been so excited he had arrived early. He was floored when Merry walked through the elevator doors, she was very sexy looking. Actually so was Draya, but he had eyes only for Merry. He rushed forward and offered her his arm which she accepted. He nodded at Draya and then turned back to Merry. “I guess I didn’t scare you off earlier?”

She laughed, “Almost, but you have Draya to thank for me coming,” at his stricken look, she said hurriedly, “Just joking. I was really excited to come. So, where are you taking us.”

“Well if you don’t take this the wrong way. The restaurant here is really good and I get a discount because I’m a waiter there. It’s not much of a discount but makes it affordable.”

“No that sounds great, why would I take that the wrong way.”

“Well, when my sister and my niece were visiting me from England, she wanted to go somewhere where that wasn’t ‘discounted’, even though this place has some of the best food in town.” She was the only one of his family that he had had any contact with and that was usually just through the mail and occasionally a phone call.

“That’s pretty cool that your sister lives in England and we have a new friend from there,” Merry said looking at Draya.

“Yeah, until you said something just now I didn’t even think about that.”

“What’s your sister’s name, in case there’s some weird coincidence and Draya knows her.”

“Oh, I doubt it, my niece Pansy is probably Draya’s age, Hyacinth is about seventeen years older than me. I was born late in my parent’s life, after they had stopped having babies for quite a while. The next youngest is ten years older than me. Heck, I’m glad her husband didn’t come because he was to busy. ‘Mr. Parkinson is just too busy to bother with visiting America.’ He always looks down at me for some reason, ever since I can remember. He and Hyacinth got married after she met him while as an exchange student in Scotland, which was before I was born. She stayed there to work and then two years later they got married, and two years later Pansy was born. She even went to the same boarding school where her parents met.”

Draya interrupted then, “Do you mean to say your niece is Pansy Parkinson?”

“Yeah, that’s her, do you know her?”

“Maybe, let’s go back up to my room, I have something to show you.”

“Is that one of your friends Draya?”

“Yeah. I have a sketch of her in my sketchbook.”

“Okay lets go back up.”

They made their way up.


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Draco couldn’t get his mind around it. He knew Pansy’s mother came from America, but she was definitely a pureblood otherwise Parkinson wouldn’t have married her. ‘Does that mean Max is a wizard. No I don’t feel any magic from him.’ Then a thought occurred to him, ‘Maybe he’s a squib.’

“Hey Max, does the term squib, mean anything to you?”

Max looked confused for a second, “Do you know what it means? I heard my brother-in-law say it when he was visiting my parents when I was little. I think he called me it, but I don’t know what it means. My parents wouldn’t tell me what he meant though.”

“Yeah, I know what it means.” ‘Well that explains things.’ They had made their way to the rooms and Merry opened her door. Draco opened one book to a picture of Pansy, “Is this her?”

“Yeah. Man this sure is a small world after all. That’s a really good picture, by the way.”


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On the way to the restaurant, Draya had them stop at the front desk to check if there were any messages. Surprisingly there was one. However, instead of handing Draya a note the clerk read her the message first saying, “I’m sorry miss but the lady insisted I tell you personally. ‘Mistress Skye, we are unable to wait. We will be following in one week, not two, your servants Winky and Dobby.’” The clerk then handed her the note.
“‘Mistress Skye’? What’s that all about,” asked Merry.

“Dobby and Winky are coming to join me here while I’m here. I’m kind of their boss, and so that’s why they call me mistress. Why?”

“I don’t know, but it suits you, Mistress Skye, I like it. Yep I’m calling you Skye from now on.”


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They were a little late to eat, in time for the show so, they gave their orders and asked for them to be delivered to the Lounge where they would be watching the show. Max got them a table at the front of the large room, near the stage. Then he signed in at the bar. He came back with drinks for all of them.

Draco said, “I’ll stick to non-alcoholic drinks for now. I’m not sure how my stomach will react to it.” It was in fact because he hadn’t drank anything since that night at Harry’s apartment but he wasn’t about to tell them that. “So what are you doing for your show.”

“Oh, just a comedy sketch. I open the show.”

They soon got their food, and ate.

Merry and Max were amazed at how much Draya ate. When they commented, she said, “Well, I’ve not really eaten in days, and what I have eaten has just came up because of that stupid motion sickness. So tell us more about this Amateur Night.”

“Well, the hotel uses it to scout for new talents, and sometimes if they have an opening, like they do now, if they see someone really great they’ll offer them a job. Not that I’m looking for another job, I just do this for fun.” The wheels in Draco’s head started to turn, ‘So, they’re looking for someone, hhhhmmm.’


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The announcer got on stage and did his own little bit and then introduced Max to the stage. Max’s sketch got quite a few laughs and appreciative applause. He returned to the table. He was followed by several singers that were for the most part mediocre. Interspersed between the singers were a juggler. that was really good, especially since he used flaming sticks; another comic; and a pair of so-called magicians that were just plain horrible. After the magicians acts, Draco complained to his two companions at the intermission, once the announcer stated they were still accepting entries, “Those magicians were absolutely horrible, a two-year old Longbottom could do better than that."

The other two having no clue who Longbottom shrugged at each other. Merry finally said, “Well, Skye if you think you can do better, I’d like to see you try.”

Just what Draco was waiting for, “You think I won’t try?”

“Yeah, I don’t think you have the guts to get up on that stage, Mistress Skye.” Merry was just a bit tipsy at this point.

“OK, I accept your challenge,” with that Draco got up and made his way to the bar to sign up to go on stage. While there he purchased a Coke for himself and Rum and cokes for his companions. He took the drinks back to the table.

“So you chickened out did you?” Merry friendly taunted.

“Yeah, whatever,” Draco snarked back. It was fun joking around with Merry and Max. He hadn’t done that in a long time. For the first time in a long time he felt himself (or herself as the case might be) again.


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Soon, the show started again, and several more singers went on, most worse than the ones before, some the same. Then the announcer announced, “And now, I would like to introduce the Mistress of Dragons, Skye.”

Skye made her way up to the stage, taking her bag with her, and was helped up by the announcer. Then she walked to the center of stage after a mic had been clipped onto her. There was a welcoming applause.

“Thank you. I would just like to say that hopefully my magic act is better than the previous examples we have seen tonight, and I hope you enjoy dragons.” With that she waved her hand and in front of her appeared a puff of smoke that formed into a dragon. “Can I get a stool please,” she said dissipating the dragon. A stool was placed in front of her by the announcer. She then proceeded over the next 20 minutes, well over the time limit but everyone was enjoying her act too much to make her stop, to place objects into her bag, unfold it flat showing that the objects had disappeared only to make them reappear again, at some point early on she had pulled a wand out of her bag, and had waved it over the bag each time. She ended her act by causing another puff of smoke to form in front of her and then SHE blew fire through the smoke dragon’s mouth. During the show she had also done some card tricks. The whole while she kept up a running dialogue. She received a very enthusiastic applause at the end, mainly because no one could figure out how she had done any of it, including the card tricks.


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Draco was amazed at how easily these muggles were entertained, because for the most part he hadn’t even used his magic, his wand had been just for show. Part of the magic of his dragon ring was to form the smoke dragon, he had used the bag’s magic to disappear and appear objects, and the card tricks were simple muggle ‘magic tricks’ his father had taught him when he was younger. Mainly it had been to show Draco that muggle ‘magic’ was just slight of hand tricks, but Draco had still found them fascinating, so had his father, which was why he had taught Draco in the first place.

Before he could leave the stage he was drawn backstage, and was introduced to the owner of the hotel. When he was asked how much experience he had with magic he told them he had ‘dabbled’ with it since he was little. He was then offered a job as the hotel’s in house magician, working two shows a night Thursday through Monday, interspersed with the other acts. He of course accepted. He now had a job. He went out and told Max and Merry his good news. They were excited for him.

Merry told him, “That was great. How did you do those tricks?”

“Magicians never reveals their tricks, Merry, you should know that,” Draco teased.

“Yeah-yeah. So you learned that from your dad?”

“Among others.”

“Well, it was great.”

For the next few hours the three sat and told each other about their lives, until Merry interrupted their discussions with, “Now I’ve got to go to the ladies room. No need to get up you two, keep talking.”

Once she had gone, Draco pulled the sketch of Merry out and handed it to Max who was staring after her, he had done a copying spell on it earlier and so had a copy for Merry also. ‘I hope I never looked like that at Harry, otherwise every one would have guessed how I felt about him.’ “Here’s a picture of her. So how long have you been in love with her?”

“Two years,” Max said dreamily looking at the picture, then he realized what he said, “Hey, you tricked me!”

“Yeah, so? Changing the subject, I need to find an apartment, preferably something with 3 bedrooms.”

“Well, I know in my apartment complex there’s a couple of apartments free. In fact, my next door neighbor just moved a month ago, and no-ones moved in, it may still be free. I can take you by tomorrow if you want.”

“Yes, and I’ll invite Merry along, too. Actually can you tell her, I’m pretty tired and I think I’ll go to bed now. If I were you I would tell her how I felt before time gets away from you. And it might be good to ask about going out alone together. Good Night,” And he made his way up to his room, and as soon as he was there he closed the connecting door but didn’t lock it, stripped down to his panties and fell on the bed asleep.


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A/N: I can’t believe I made Max Pansy’s uncle. Before I typed this, all I had Draco doing was somehow finding out that Max was a squib and didn’t know it. Oh well. This is a little longer than I usually make my chapters, and don’t expect more like it, but I had a stressful day and writing this helps relax me. (I’m a really slow typer so this took me forever to type) Another thing I wanted to accomplish that I did was to get Draco a job and establish his relationship with Merry and Max, and hopefully soon I’ll get Harry to make an appearance, but I have to establish Draco’s Las Vegas life first. Hopefully you all liked it, and REVIEW. ^.^