𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 [Harry James Potter]

Chapter 10: High Priestess

The High Priestess

Trigger warning: Sexual content

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"I heard you made the Patil girl cry." Blaise said, fixing his robes.

Vera had managed to blurt out 'no!' so loudly that the entire great hall had heard the rejection.

"I panicked; I didn't process what I was saying until I had said it." She flattened out her dark red silk dress.

She enriched her ring finger with a silver serpent ring that wrapped around her ring finger. She let her hair loose for the evening, in contrast to her usual half up do. The crimson hue of her dress and her deep Scarlet lips contrasted elegantly with her hair as sashayed herself with perfume.

"You should've said ' I'm going with the hottest person in Hogwarts'." Blaise imitated her in a high-pitched voice.

"I do not sound like that" she rolled her eyes. "Thank you for being my date so last minute, by the way."

"Thank you. I needed an accessory to go with my outfit anyway." Blaise joked playfully; this resulted in Vera trying to smudge his makeup.

They reached the common room to bid farewell to the four Slytherins they associated with. Draco was carrying a nastier scowl than usual.

"Your boyfriend is looking quite miserable this evening." Blaise bent down to whisper in her ear.

"He's not my boyfriend." Vera pulled a disgusted face as they left the common room.

"Then what is he? ...Apart from ugly." He snickered in response.

Whether it had been built that way, or because he had used magical trickery to make it so, Slughorn's office was much larger than the usual teacher's study.

The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings, so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the center of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering, each a brilliant speck of light. Loud singing accompanied by what sounded like mandolins issued from a distant corner; a haze of pipe smoke hung over several elderly warlocks deep in conversation, and a number of house-elves were negotiating their way squeakily through the forest of knees, obscured by the heavy silver platters of food they were bearing, so that they looked like little roving tables.

As both Vera and Blaise entered, all heads turned to stare. Vera looked like a religious icon, somebody you'd sacrifice yourself for, and she knew it. She was well anticipated as her dark divine feminine energy entered the room before she did. She caught everyone's gaze and held it until hurt.

They made an intimidating duo, they always had. Both were rich in elegance and secrecy. They're mutual understanding was unmatched, regardless of which way the war blew them they could both count on each others unbending loyalty.