A House Homecoming for All

Dobby skitted about the all too overcrowded kitchen with a fury only observed by the rest of the diminuative staff on special occasions there at Hogwarts. Biting his nails furiously as well as picking up random objects and timidly mutilating himself with them, Dobby the now thoroughly deranged elf was soon sto in in his tracks by none other than the officially declaimed lush of elves everywhere, Winky.

\"Oooh, Winky! Dobby doesn\'t have any butterbeer for you now!\" Dobby broke past the tozzled maid with a flury of purpose only to stop in his tracks and fall down moaning his lover\'s name.

\"Ooh, what will Dobby do? The evil one knows, just like my old master, she is! I know it - Master will never teach again and how will Dobby\'s child survive, hmm?\"

But Flitwick\'s amatory guile was not at a loss and he could sense the tangible thrust of Dobby\'s weakness through the inscenced air of cruelty only just recently evacuated from the dungeons. Rushing into the kitchens, he knelt down to his trembling darling and held him close whilst cursing the name of Slytherin under his breath.

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\"Ah, my alluring paragon of pulchritude - you look even more divine from last we met,\" Lucius simpered, still reclined superciliously on his leather couch; Jessica smirked.

\"Has Severus been doing a good job of things?\"

Jessica couldn\'t help but blush at the innuendo unbeknownst to its deliverer; she\'d wished he\'d done a more thorough job of things, yes, but she wasn\'t completely unsatisfied.

\"Well, you know, it\'s early days yet,\" she said simply and set her bag down upon the marble floors, glowing resplendently in the last of the summer\'s sun.

\"Well, why I called you here down earlier than expected is just for you to be oriented about the manor - if Draco would be so kind-\" Lucius flashed Draco a warning glare and sifted through a few papers lying in his lap, \"then you can return back to whatever was occupying your time at that fraugu- wonderful school, with a letter to Severus.\"

Jessica nodded and resisted the all consuming urge to rush up and nick the reading glasses balanced oh so precariously upon his nose, just to see the reaction she\'d incur. However, Draco was looking evn more petulant thatn usual for being his father\'s errand boy and she didn\'t dare agitate both Malfoy men.

\"Alright, show me the way,\" Jessica said airily and followed behind Draco, aware of a scortching glaze down her back as she did so.

Of course, as luck would have it, she was stuck in the lowest level of the manor in order to store the most devious, incriminating, repnt pnt pieces of wizarding weaponry ever invented to make her feel at home. The enitre wing was like some converged conuit of slime and pungeant memories that stung Draco\'s eyes more than the \"paragon of pulchritude\"\'s. Jessica stopped him short halfway down another endless passage and touched his shoulder warmly.

\"What\'s the matter, Draco? This place is pretty nasty...\" Jessica\'s voice lingered a bit too long without a response and she knew immediately that she\'d hit a particularily fresh wound.

\"It was my good fortune to have been exposed to this sector on the periphery of the manor some time ago when I was but a toddler; and as we continue and find your bedchambers eventually, you\'ll gather why my memories cause me to be a bit... uneasy.\"
Jessica stared into the blatantly frustrated and annoyed eyes of a stubborn boy with all the sincerity she could muster given the circumstances of being magically transported here and there, higgedy-piggledy over the course of three days.

\"Alright then, I won\'t press,\" Jessica murmured and fiddled with her hands, frantically and subconsciously searching for her recently bequeathed comfort-bag of sorts, the image of a naked and waiting Snape dancing in her head briefly.
Finally, as they approached a more cavernous portion of the winding encasement of mordar, Jessica espied something horrifying just above what would turn out to be her chamber door - fingernail scratches.

\"What on earth?\" she breathed, Draco\'s breathing hitched behind her as he called for an elf to deliver Jess\' things; it only stayed for a moment with a fearful glaze plastered over its pointed features. Draco only stared as she turned to face him.

\"What the fuck is this place?!\" Draco shook his head as if he was trying to deny something he himself would never want to face or push anyone into scouring as if it were some sordid lesson.

\"You silent sychophant, what is it?!\" Jessica bellowed with more conviction, Draco falling into her trap of insult and snapping out of his trance.

\"You stupid bitch! These are the torture chambers!\" Jessica\' mouth fell open as she practically squawked her indignation.

\"How dare your father stick me in his lurid past-\"

\"And present!\" Draco flounced and pulled a wretched half pout, half calculating face. Trying to be as stoic as possible so even the youngest Malfoy wouldn\'t think her a completely weak little muggle, worthy to be strung out and loaded onto one of his undoubtedly scrofulous machines, Jess stood her ground and stamped her foot out of sheer frustration.

\"Is there any way I could persuade him to move me, you think?\" Jessica swung her hips just a little in the way of promiscuity and hoped even a gay boy would pick up on it.

Draco nodded and then shrugged, \"Try it, Dad\'s pretty gross though - you may well end up in those chambers anyway if you do proposition him.\"

Jess gave a shiver and smiled at the struggling, vapid face of a physchologically disowned child and decided to head back to Lucius\' private parlour.

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\"Has she gone already - she was supposed to leave next week after Diagon Alley?\" Cait mentioned at the dinner table opposite Snape who had taken to glowering riduculously at his vegetable soup.

\"I expect so. Mr. Malfoy was quite insistent she leave with him immediately,\" Snape growled accompanied by a dischordant *stab stab* with his spoon at a helpless greenbean.

\"Oh, she\'ll be back. She would\'ve told me after our little swaray this morning-\" Cait let slip which garnered her the attention of one persistent Potions Master; clamouring for any foothold at all, she recovered, \"out on the Quidditch Pitch I mean... she\'d one talented chaser, you know.\"

Smiling grimly, Snape set back to his task of beating his roll to a buttery pulp before shoving it into his gaping hole (*author sniggers*). Dumbledore chose this time to interject upon the calculating conversation in regards to Andrew\'st rst recent epiphone.

\"So, my boy, are you discovering anything interesting about your family\'s past?\" eyes twinkling with the hint of a stye, Dumbldore sat engagingly towards Andrew who had enough sense to back his chair away enough so as the old dodger\'s flu wouldn\'t spread to his own susceptible cappilaries.

\"Yea, actually. I found out I own the Leaky Culdron - *a collective gasp accompanied by some sparce claps from the Hufflepuff section of the table* - and that all of our families are dead.\"
There was predicted silence and Andrew took this mental opportunity to wonder just where the hell Jessica was or if she was trapped or hurt or... oh dear.

\"Maybe someone should check to see if Jess is alright?\"

\"That sneaky cow can take care of herself, Andrew,\" Tiera answered tersely, knawing at her celery stick with all the fortitude of a fully fledged bunny, \"she\'s probably having a seven course meal right now...\"
Prof. Sprout looked askance at own own pupil\'s manners or lack thereof concerning the light summer\'s supper they were having.

\"Besides, Andrew, Mr. Malfoy isn\'t bound to hurt one of his sort, is he? I mean to say, the one he\'s responible for?\" Sprout offerred, heaving another roll as penitence for her student\'s big mouth.

Snape merely cocked an eyebrow and continued to empathise at Jessica\'s foiled revenge regarding the utterly gouche little Hufflepuff girl.
\"I wouldn\'t exclude it form tealmealm of possibility...\"
Andrew carried on, ignoring Tiera\'s penchant for fatuity and Snape\'s snideness, \"I also learned that Jess\' parents weren\'t behind the killings at all; they were spies - some of the very first, the Baron said...\"

Everyone\'s eyes rested upon Snape for some reason and he visibly stiffened at the connection. Clearing his throat and gruffly muttering, \"Well, he would know,\" Snape was resolute at staring at the remnants of his soup until it all but vaporized into nothingness from the heat of his gaze.

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\"Mr. Malfoy - honestly, I don\'t mind being situated in that particular wing for a short time, but do you think I could be moved somewhere a little less... emotionally onerous?\" Jessica smiled beguilingly, hoping she wouldn\'t have to resort to such desperate tactics so soon in the game.

\"Whatever do you mean, Miss Slytherin?\" Lucius asked innocently, as if he\'d just offered her a perfectly acceptible room with an ocean view and plush queen sized bed, \"I bet you didn\'t even go inside.\"
Jess twitched and glanced at Draco who was pensively and cunningly embedded in the protective shadows on the other side of the room, practically ensconced in his own pervasive insecurity.

\"I hope my valiant son hasn\'t been frightening you,\" Lucius said softly, almost breathily in Draco\'s direction, removing his glasses as he stood up.

\"No no, it\'s just a little chilly down there you know, and I\'m sometimes susceptible to drafts, especially at n,\" ,\" there, the bait was set... Jessica both anticipated and feared that he\'d offer to come down and keep her warm occasionally.
Instead, Lucius stepped forward and crossed his arms, his austere brow mildly intimidating in its subtlety to a girl who found death glares arousing.

\"I offer you a place to stay for a week under my tutelage and you refute the quality of the quarters assigned to you? I can assure you, the place is perfectly comfortable; why, I even spent the night down there myself only recently, eh, Draco?\" from the corner, blissfully distorted, she couldn\'t sworn she heard a whimper.

\"Mr. Malfoy, I have perfectly servicable rooms given me at Hogwarts which I\'d be more than happy to spend as much time in as necessary,\" however spunky Jess was, she didn\'t want to seem too brash in refusing his accomodation; she had, after all, read all of the books. Mr. Malfoy still sneered down imperiously at the persistent girl when an owl rushed in from the veranda and clipped him on the ear.

\"Damned fowl!\"

\"Ooh, it\'s for me!\" Jessica sqeaked happily, reminding herself of Flitwick with a gasp of horror. Tearing open the seal, Jessica smiled as she read a carely scrawled note in order to be remotely legible accompanied by an adamantine logo of Slytherin for its heading.

Miss Slytherin,

Your friend of Ravenclaw is worried that you may be in certain peril; if so, please feel free to use attatched portkey to return to Hogwarts and to my rooms so we may continue your detention. Flitwick has agreed to accompany me this evening in supervision; I do hope your tongue will losen.

Prof. SS.

Jessica grinned broadly and placed a rambuncious hand upon Lucius\' shoulder, causing a ripple effect across the platey ridges of his face.

\"No need to worry now anyway; I\'m sure we can come to an agreement more nearer the time,\" and with that, Jess was off to face the most amicable table at Hogwarts and look forward to a scintilating night of jollity with her favourite midget - joy.




A/N: Malfoy - believable or not? Please let me know.