Spilled Ink
Discaimer: We don't own anything but the story line and Eris.
A/N Updated First Chapter.
As Ginny stood on the train waving towards her brothers as the train departed the station signalling what she was sure to be another eventful year at Hogwarts. Glancing in the windows in the compartments she half heartedly searched the train for any signs of Dean.
As she turned the corner she found herself knocking into a solid form, looking up she found the sneering face of Draco Malfoy, glaring at her.
"Watch where you're going Weasley." He snarled pushing past her; before she could react he had disappeared into the neighbouring compartment. Well, some people clearly haven't changed...
Draco Malfoy sat alone as the other student boarded the Hogwarts Express. His head resting back against the work interior, a slight smirk playing across his face. The compartment slid open smoothly.
"You're looking very pleased with yourself baby-Malfoy."
Draco Malfoy opened his eyes to observe the figure now obscuring the doorway. "Eris," he replied with an incline of his head.
"May I join you?" she questioned, already making her way in.
"Make yourself at home."
He watched as one leg gracefully slid over the other as she sat down, the hem of her dress rising slightly. His eyes then roamed to take in the rest of her immaculate form. "You're looking awfully dressed up for Hogwarts. Trying to impress someone?"
"A lady needs no excuse to look her best," She rested her hand on his thigh and leaned in towards him. At that moment the door slid open again and Blaise Zabini sauntered in followed by the other Slytherin sixth years.
"Malfoy, Miss Rowle, are we interrupting?" the dark haired boy asked, settling into the seat opposite them, "please, continue."
Eris dropped her head to Draco's shoulder, still leaning against him, "just trying to catch a few moments of peace before the chaos of Hogwarts ensures."
The country side was rolling by the windows and conversation between the Slytherins was flowing freely.
"You two seem to have gotten awfully close over the summer," Pansy remarked, eying the hand that still rested on Draco's thigh.
"We had a lot of time together," Draco replied, toying with the end of Eris' hair.
Eris stood abruptly, straightening the hem of her skirt. "I'm going to get some air."
Draco took the hint, "allow me to escort you."
The pair moved to exit, the door shutting softly behind them.
The two resettled at an empty compartment at the end of the train.
"Let's see then."
"See what?"
"Your commitment to the Cause."
Draco unbuttoned his left shirt cuff and rolled the sleeve up to his elbow.
"Oh, Draco," Eris ran her fingers over the indelible mark on his white forearm, "yours is wider then mine," she rolled up her sleeve to compare, "and slightly longer."
Draco looked at her mark, smooth and seamless on the skin. His was still slightly raised and sore to the touch.
"What does he want you to do?" her tone was straight forward and blunt.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "you mean you don't already know?"
"Of course I do baby-Malfoy, I was merely enquiring if you want to share it, help relieve the stress that's threatening to age you prematurely?
"He wants me to find a way to get the Death Eaters into the school. Convince the Weasley girl to join the Cause before her seventeenth birthday. Oh. And the small task of killing Dumbledore."
"All whilst keeping up with your schoolwork, finishing your N.E.W.T.s and finally winning the Quidditch cup back..." Eris added helpfully. "Snape's been so disappointed in the lack of trophies."
They made their way back to the compartment with the others just as Zabini reappeared. "Where've you been?" They inquired
"Taking tea with the new potions master."
Eris straightened, "Oh?"
"Professor Slughorn. He taught before Snape."
"Slughorn… Slug. Horn."
Noticing the venom creeping into Eris' voice he grabbed her left hand which was itching towards her wand and held it to him.
"Don't shoot the messenger darling," he whispered to her.
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