The Dark Lady and her twisted troubles

Chapter 5: Why can't we be friends?

Hey everyone,  the next chapter is gonna be pretty long, her initiation ceremony. This chapter started out pretty horrible for me then turned out going right where i wanted it. Ivory is such a tease.

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---TheDarkLady

CHAPTER 5

Ivory willed herself not to blush. She was quite glad she was pureblood, they were the masters of deception and had excellent poker face’s. If they knew what poker was, that is.

Ivory was quite excited at the fact that Draco Malfoy was her mentor, she would spend her time with him. He had to look after her.

She had heard rumors and stories of how handsome, and arrogant he was, but she was eager to strip away that mask of his.

To find out what was really beneath,

All the while, she could have tremendous fun. She had high authority, being Voldemort’s daughter.

She knew he was a harsh, cold shell of a person. She knew how deceptive, evil, arrogant and charismatic he was. How when he was at school he was quite handsome. He made for the perfect pureblood. But curiously enough he was a Half-blood.

Being Voldemort’s daughter also means that she was the Heir of Salazar Slytherin. She vowed to herself that she wouldn’t let her father down, and do the name Salazar proud.

Excitement ripped and shoot through her body how a firework would take off. She gently pushed herself off of the desk she was leaning on and exited the room and waited for Draco.

Once he closed the door behind them he led her to her room.

Draco didn’t know what to think or say. The Dark Lady absolutely deserved all the respect possible. So much for his having fun. He had a speech working up in his system, he just didn’t know when to start or finish.

“Draco?” She said clearly and respectfully.

He looked at her, he has been looking at her from the corner of his eye, now he just made it obvious that he was listening. He wasn’t sure he could talk right.

“I don’t want there to be any formalities between us when no one is around. I just find it a bit weird seeing as how we’re the same age. And we’ll be going to school together. However I will most likely be in Gryffindor. It will be easier to get to Potter that way.”

He nodded his head while he mulled over this, but how would she be in Gryffindor, she had all the makings of a true Slytherin? He thought this over and over, still not trusting his voice.

This was getting ridiculous he thought. He gathered up his courage and took the plunge.

“What do you think of Snape?” He asked interestedly. He was trying to stay on neutral topics, preferably Hogwarts for a while. He was absolutely dreading the initiation ceremony.

Ivory looked like she had could take pain with a smile on her face, then hex someone into oblivion with that same evil smile.

Her brow furrowed for a few seconds, “Professor Snape?” She shrugged graceful while she floated up the ancient stairwell.

“What about him?” She asked with a slight frown.

“If you are in Gryffindor, he might or might not take mercy on you. He hates Gryffindor. Well there is hostile rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin…”

And he then explained pretty much every single topic possible in accordance to Hogwarts. He exhausted the topic there was almost absolutely nothing left to talk about.

While Draco was blabbering away Ivory listened intently and posed questions occasionally but by the end of the hour she knew basically everything she needed too, orally that is.

She was dying to read Hogwarts: A History.

They were both situated comfortably in the library near a very warm and cozy fire. No matter how humid it was outside, Malfoy Manor and its surroundings exhibited cold.

“Hmmm, So, Draco, What was your Initiation ceremony like?” Ivory asked curiously her big doe eyes twinkling and blazing, she was stroking the spine of an ancient book, an original.

“Hell.” He said flatly.

Her eyes softened and her eyebrows gently meet in a soft v. But she didn’t want to intrude so she bit her lip and settled herself to the right side of the fire when Draco was at the left.

His eyes were glaring into the blazing depths of the fire that somewhat reminded her of Ivory’s eyes.

“You look like you can take it though. You have the dark lord wrapped around your finger. What was it he called you?” He finally looked at the beautiful creature in front of him.

“Cara means ‘dear’ in Italian, a little term of endearment.”

He nodded he wondered how the dark lord knew Italian, and any form of endearment, and then used it.

He was still trying to wrap his head around the idea.

Then again Ivory could make any man bend over and kill themselves just to please her.

“Are you going to get a dark mark? You’ll be around Potter so much someone’s bound to notice.”

Ivory grinned and Draco felt someone had reached inside his stomach and squeezed his gut.

She saw her turn around and move her hair, his breath caught in his throat. What was she doing? Was she trying to kill me. She’s half succeeded. That minx.

“Over here.” She said her magical voice muffled, she circled the back of her neck right but closer to where her hair was.

“That way no one can notice.” She said proudly.

Draco had no idea what was bubbling in him but on impulse he reached over and gently stroked the area which was soon to be tattooed.

Her breathing stopped then became a bit ragged, she daren’t face him.

She barely moved her head but enough to look over her shoulder tantalizingly at him.

Her eyes smoldered relentlessly urging him to continue.

His gray eyes met hers and stared back, she gently bit her red lip and he groaned.

She won.