There's Something About Mary

There's Something About Mary

Chapter four

The alley was dark, and, strangely enough, was empty. One would expect to see old hags, and drug dealers, and prostitutes. Nothing.

There was a small inn, or used-to-be inn anyway. The outside walls were dark, and the wood was rotting away. There was a sign that hung above the door. It swung back and forth eerily in the imaginary breeze that blew in the alley. The sign read "Hitchhiker's Palace". Why was it named that? No one knows.

Rumor is that the owner who named it was paranoid, always thinking that the alley was going to one day be overrun by hitchhikers. He said that once they all come, he would make millions, perhaps even billions of galleons.

Well, that never happened. The owner died of a muggle cancer that the mediwizards either couldn't cure, or just didn't want to cure.

The inside of the inn is old, and dusty. There are chairs and tables scattered all around on the bottom floor. The bar lost its shine many years ago, and was now occupied by a dull, rotted wood. The mirror behind the bar wasn't very reflective anymore. There were dust particles so piled onto it that the dust just decided to stick on.

The stairs that led to the rooms upstairs were broken. Every two stair was either broken in half, or on the verge to do so.

The rooms upstairs were also dusty, just like the rest of the inn. The only difference was a few of the rooms were actually cared for.

An old, humpbacked forty-year-old man still lived in the Hitchhiker's Palace. He kept the inn from falling apart, and he kept some of the rooms intact just incase someone important, like Draco Malfoy for instance, came and stayed there.

Draco Malfoy came at least twice a year, or at least he'll start coming twice a year. He paid the old man with much gratitude, and slept in the best room the old man could provide for him.

He only came here for one reason...okay, two reasons, and two reasons only, or as much as anyone knows. The first reason is that the Dark Lord Voldemort stayed here, in this room, in these conditions. The second reason is that he has many followers in London, and Knockturn Alley was the prime location for all the dark wizards to hang out.

He didn't live in London, of course-too risky.

The other rooms were reserved for anyone who dared stay there. Save Draco's followers, people of Knockturn alley have nowhere else to sleep that serves alcohol beverages in bed (instead of breakfast in bed, they get alcoholic beverages).

This evening, Draco ordered the old man to clean every room, and make them all presentable for all of his followers who would be showing up tonight.

He sat on the bed, awaiting the coming of everyone, especially the one girl with his new enemy.

Well, he isn't really a new enemy; he's just going to die by Draco's hands now, not the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Draco smiled at this thought. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Defeated Lord Voldemort the second time. Well, he isn't going to be anything in a few hours, and Draco expected all his London followers to be there. He sent the sign, and hopefully they can all make it, or they will all miss the best show in the Universe.

Draco knew that he told Mary that she didn't have to Potter, but knew that she would bring Potter just to please him.

--***--***--

And Draco was right. Mary was waiting outside Harry's house. They were going to Diagon Alley that night for some fun little shopping trip, Harry's treat.

Harry really didn't want to go Diagon Alley, but he lost the bet that Ravenclaws were smarter than Gryffindors, so he owed Mary a shopping spree of whatever she wanted.

Which worked perfectly for Mary's plans. She didn't have to persuade him to go to Diagon Alley because she wanted to show him something like she was planning; he has to go with her no matter what now.

"I'm coming!" Harry called from inside.

Mary sighed impatiently, putting her hands on her hips, and sauntered inside. "Can you take any longer?" she called from the salon.

Harry stomped downstairs.

"And can you be any louder?" she questioned, with sarcastic rudeness, as he entered the salon.

Harry and Mary smiled at each other. Harry wasn't sure, but he was starting to feel something for her every time she smiled at him; a warm feeling. Although, he wasn't sure if she felt the same about him. She sure acted like it.

"I can if you want me to," Harry said.

Mary's face turned serious. "No!" she said.

Harry winked at her, and Mary sighed. "Let's just go, okay?"

"In a hurry are you? I don't see why we have to leave so soon." Harry started walking up to her.

Mary giggled, and pushed him away, slightly. "You just want to bide time. You're not getting out of buying me gifts that easily," she joked.

"Are you sure? Bet you can't move me from this spot," Harry said.

Mary smirked, and raised an eyebrow at him. What was he getting at?

She sighed, and walked up to him. She looked around, thankful that he was to blind to see that he was standing right in front of the couch. She smiled up at him, and ran her hands on his chest. She could see him go tense, and stiffen. She smiled wider, and, just Harry leaned in close to her, probably expecting a kiss, she pushed him backwards, and he stumbled onto the couch.

Mary laughed. "I knew I could move you!" she said.

Harry laughed, and stood up. "Okay, you win," he said, walking up close to her.

Mary stopped laughing and gulped. Before Harry had time to fully give her a kiss, she Disapparated to Diagon Alley.

Harry stood there, biting his tongue. He shook his head, and Apparated to Diagon Alley after her.

--***--***--

Diagon Alley was unsurprisingly not busy. Harry had already spent more than one hundred galleons on Mary, and she was just getting started. They hadn't even got to Madam Malkin's yet.

Harry sighed in exasperation. Luckily, he was a rich wizard, so it didn't matter to him that he spent one hundred galleons on her. What really bothered him was the fact that he had to carry it all. True teenager at heart, he thought.

They stopped for a rest a Fortesque's and each ordered an ice cream. Mary allowed Harry some, since she did drag him only half way across Diagon Alley, and made him spend so much money on her.

"So," Harry said, "got enough stuff here?"

Marry looked at the many bags of unnecessary things she made him buy. She took a bite of her large ice cream, and shook her head.

"I still need some good robes," she answered. And, there was no way in hell that she was going to leave without seeing Draco first.

Harry nodded and sighed as he took another bite of his small sized ice cream. He thought it would be smart of him to not buy a big ice cream, just incase Mary decided to buy something more.

He looked down towards the half of Diagon Alley that they hadn't visited yet, and a head full of brown bushy hair caught his eyes.

He saw her go into the one shop he hoped that Mary would give in and let him go in, for maybe just a few minutes.

As he watched Hermione walk into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and saw her get ambushed by three other red heads. He smiled, and looked at Mary.

"Hey, do you think we could go into a shop? Say, right now?"

Mary stopped her spoon in midair, and looked at him like he was crazy. "What? What shop?"

"That one over there," he said, nodding towards the shop full of Weasleys.

Mary turned around, and saw which shop he was talking about. She looked back at him, and then down at her ice cream.

Harry laughed, and picked up the bags. He left a tip for the waiter at Fortesque's, and stood up. "You may take the ice cream with you."

Mary smiled widely as she grabbed her bowl of ice cream and spoon, and continued eating it as they made their way to the Weasley twins' shop.

Harry was nearly ambushed as well once they walked in. Harry was so crowded by the three red headed Weasleys that he had to drop the bags. Mary stared at the dropped bags in horror. She truly despised the Weasleys.

Hermione walked up to them. "Hey there, Harry," she said, smiling widely at him.

Harry nodded to her. Hermione nodded to Mary. "Who're you?" she asked. "Sorry, no food allowed."

Mary looked haughtily at her. "Excuse me?" she said in a haughty tone.

Harry quickly dashed to Mary and stood beside her. "Hermione, this is Mary," he said. Mary nodded at her. "Mary, this is Hermione. Hermione, Mary was in Ginny's year. She was a Ravenclaw."

Hermione looked at Mary suspiciously. She didn't remember there ever being a Mary Ravenclaw one year younger than she. She watched in horror as Harry dipped his finger in Mary's ice cream, and ate it.

Mary saw this, and she got the drift that 'someone has a little crush on Potter'. She smirked, and fed Harry some ice cream from her spoon. She then ate some ice cream from the same spoon.

Hermione looked angry. She then looked down at the many bags that lay on the floor.

"Mary, this is Ron, my best friend," Harry said. Mary smiled at him nodded. "And these are Fred and George, the owners of this store."

Mary had a terrible time trying to smile at the three Weasleys. She looked around, and saw a clock on the wall say "10:30". She gasped and looked at Harry. She held the bowl of ice cream to him.

"Want the rest?" she asked. When Harry shook his head, she placed the spoon in the ice cream. "I'm going to go look for a trash can."

She turned on her heel and stormed out.

Fred looked after her, puzzled. "Why didn't she just use the can that's right next to her?" he asked.

--***--***--

Mary rushed down Diagon Alley, looking for the entrance to Knockturn Alley. She finally found it, and quickly dashed in.

She threw the bowl of ice cream at a shadowy wall, and ran faster to where she found the eerie building of Hitchhiker's Palace.

She slowly opened the door, and crept in. She looked around, and was dismayed that she couldn't see anything. Why did she have to wait until after dark? She inwardly groaned as she got out her wand. "Lumos," she whispered, and a bright pink light emitted from the tip of her wand.

She looked around for the stairs, and slowly, but carefully, walked up. She hated the Hitchhiker's Palace. It always gave her the chills, regardless if it was a warm night. She let a breath of pure relief as she reached the final step, and the second floor. She looked down the hall, and found a closed door with light coming from the bottom.

She turned off her light, and walked quietly to the door. Once she got there, she stopped; voices were being heard from inside.

"Are you sure tonight is the night?" a man asked.

"Of course it is! I told her not to bring him," she heard Draco say. "So, it'll be her pride to bring him, so she would get praised by me."

"I think you shouldn't let her be with us, my Lord," the same man said. "You should have never recruited her. This should have a man's job."

She heard a loud popping noise, and a loud crash following. She had only assumed that Draco hit the man, and caused him to fall onto something.

"You bloody idiot!" Draco roared. "Don't say that ever again! Would you like to manipulate Potter? Would that make you feel better? I don't think he would like it if a man came up to him and asked for a private stroll in an empty alley, would you?"

Mary gulped nervously, and tears began running down her cheeks. She had to think of a reason for not bringing Harry. Draco was in a bad mood, and she could tell. She took her hand, and smacked it against her cheek. The painful sting made her flinch and gasp. She would not cry out, for fear that Draco would have heard her. She knocked on the door. She only hoped that the slap had made a red hand print on her face.

She heard footsteps, and someone unlocked the door. She closed her eyes as the door opened and the bright light shone in her eyes. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and opened her eyes looked up to the concerned gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.

Seeing him look so patiently waiting made her burst out in tears, and fall to the floor.

"Mary!" he demanded. "Stand up this instant."

Mary shook her head, looked up at him. "Punish me!" she demanded. Draco winced. "Punish me for I have done what you wished."

Draco took her shoulders in his hands, and forced her to stand up. He led her into the room, and kicked the door closed. He kicked the man he was talking to earlier off the bed, and lay her down. Only then did he see the red hand mark on her face.

"Mary, what happened?" he asked in a demanding, concerned tone.

"Harry and I got in an argument," she cried. "He slapped me, and apparated home. I didn't have the chance to bring him to you." She cried harder. She cried onto the pillow, refusing to look at Draco. She knew he could tell if she was lying just by looking at her.

The man that was punched by Draco sneered. "I told you she wouldn't have brought him," he said.

Draco growled, and stood up forcefully. He swiftly whipped around to face the man, and punched him in his nose, causing the man to stumble backwards and fall.

"Shut up, Zabini!" Draco shouted. "Get out!"

Blaise Zabini stood up, holding his nose to prevent it from bleeding, and bowed. "Yes, my Lord," he said fiercely before exiting the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Did she bring him, Blaise?" Draco heard coming from down the hall.

"No," Blaise replied. "You might as well forget about it tonight."

After the footsteps disappeared, he rounded on Mary.

"Mary, look at me," he said, kneeling down next to Mary, who shook her head. "Mary," he said more forcefully, "look at me." When Mary didn't obey him, his face turned red. "Bitch! Look at me!"

Mary winced, and cried some more, but slowly turned to face him regardless. She knew that he would get mad at her for lying, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, and cried onto his shoulder.

Draco rolled his eyes in irritation. Women, he thought.

Then, a little voice inside his head spoke up. Now, now, Draco, it said. Now isn't the time to be sexist.

You're right. Draco sighed. Mary, he thought.

"Mary," he said a little more comforting. "Why are you crying?"

"I-I told you," she said through her cries. "You must punish me for doing what you asked. You said that I didn't have to bring Harry, but I knew that I did. I didn't bring him, and so now, I must be punished."

Draco shook his head and pulled her away from him. He looked into her eyes, and was even more upset when she had her eyes closed.

"Would it make you feel better for me to say that I truly didn't want you to bring him?" he asked, although in his heart, he knew that he wanted Potter to be bleeding and on the verge of death at the moment. "Because, I really didn't want you to."

Mary sniffed, and looked at him, disbelieving in her eyes. Draco nodded. "I wanted us to be alone tonight." He smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes. She smiled back at him, relieved that he truly didn't want Harry, and just her.

Her eyes furrowed. "Then, why was Blaise here?" she asked, finally calming down.

Draco shook his head. "We were talking about the missing Death Eater problem, and the auror security tightening problem. Nothing more."

Mary nodded, giving him a small smile. She knew that he wasn't telling the truth about Blaise the Potter problem, but she didn't care. She knew he only was nice when he wanted her to stop crying. She smiled even wider at him when she knew that he always kept his word. He said that he wanted it to be just the two of them, and she was glad that she got another free thing.

Then, she left Harry at the shop, saying that she went to go find a trashcan. It shouldn't take that long to throw away ice cream, should it? Oh well, he probably would be having fun with that bushy haired girl...what was her name again? Oh well, she didn't care.

She smiled as Draco moved in for a kiss. She knew why Draco only wanted it to be just them. She knew why Draco let her be with him and his followers as the only woman to be with him. She knew he only wanted to use her. She knew that he had no plan whatsoever to use her to get to Harry.

Draco stood up a little bit, and crawled onto the bed over Mary.

They both new that being with Draco would be the only way Mary got what she wanted to experience in her home schooling. She had longed for a boyfriend, an intimate one, but her mother never let her have even male friends. The only male acquaintances that she had were of her own family.

Draco knew this the first time he laid eyes upon her in Ireland just after he fled England. Her mother was pulling her to get to the train station, but she just stayed behind, and rebelled. She was still young then, and of course, she rebelled against her mother. Draco smirked as he watched her argue with her mom.

Her mom finally sighed in irritation, grabbed a little boy's hand, and walked away. Mary folded her arms across her chest, and turned towards his direction. She walked until she caught sight of him watching her. He smirked at her, and she smiled back.

The next thing they both knew, they were in an empty room, making love. He didn't even think they exchanged a word to each other. That was how he knew she was desperate. When they were done, they exchanged names, and talked.

Draco was intrigued by her life. They both had fallen to infatuation with each other at that moment, and Mary got her first boyfriend. Draco admitted her to be his follower, and gave her a special tattoo, different from the others. The snake on one arm, and the skull on the other. She seemed very pleased with the tattoo, and she wouldn't let him go home that night, which wasn't a problem for him, he enjoyed it.

That was last year, and now, he thought Mary probably shagged him for more than any girl he ever knew.

She cried out his name as they both climaxed. He collapsed on her, and they laid there in silence, Mary playing with his hair. She knew he loved it when she did that.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Slick?"

Draco looked up at her, smiling. "Yes? CrazyMary?"

Mary sighed, smiling sweetly at him but shook her head. "I just love it when you call me that."

Draco smiled back, and laid his head back down on her chest.

Mary's smile disappeared. Boy, did she love him or what? She just couldn't bring herself to say it. Then, she remembered something. She quickly sat up.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, sitting up.

Mary jumped out of the bed, and quickly gathered up her clothes. "What time is it?" she asked him frantically.

Draco shrugged. "It was nearly eleven when you got here."

Mary gasped, fixed her hair, and Apparated home, leaving Draco sitting there, confused with her strange departing.