For Sol whose favorite character is Faith this is for you.
What’s in a Name
“Do you ever wonder what was going through the mind of the person who made m&m’s?” she flicked said candy at her companion, he scowled at her, brushing the red candy off his lap and onto the floor, she threw another at him.
“That was perfectly good.”
He rolled his eyes crossing his arms sullenly. The brunette popped more of the covered chocolates into her mouth, shifting in her seat with pleasure.
She liked chocolate.
She liked chocolate more than cigarettes but ever since Giles made her stop smoking, the chocolate candies have become her new addiction…and cherry flavored Jolly Ranchers.
“Don’t you ever get tired of eating?” it was the first time he had spoken to her since she picked up the little brat. His voice was smooth, cultured. She smirked, crossing her ankles and throwing another in my mouth.
“So you can
He rolled steel grey eyes, looking down his nose at her indignantly, “I’m not incompetent, I merely did not wish to waste my breath on an ignorant Muggle.”
She threw a green m&m at him, it hit him solidly in the forehead, “Seeing as I’m the one who had to go and get your ungrateful ass I’d stop with the insults, “ she grinned, “Else I might just decide to throw you off the train before we arrive at our destination.”
His jaw ticked in annoyance, she held the bag of chocolate goodies out to him, “Want some?”
He gave her a withering look to which she only smiled, dimples flashing.
“No use in being so uptight Drake, “ the brunette stashed the bag in her carry on, “You’re going to be spending a lot of time with us, if you keep up with the ‘tude it isn’t going to be very pleasant, see lucky for you I understand the anger and the…shit you have logged up your ass.”
“You don’t understand anything.” He replied softly. Faith leaned toward him, hands on her knees.
“I understand what it’s like to be the bad one, to do things not because you want to but because it’s all you know and I know how it feels to know that you don’t want to do it anymore but you’re trapped into doing it anyway.” She sighed, “Look…I don’t know you and I’m not saying I know exactly what the hell you went through, but I had problems to and I got through it…These people…they can help…And I know once you’re in our care it’ll be damn hard for old Voldemort to get you.”
“You said his name.”
She shrugged settling back into her seat, “Yea well, I can pick up a car and throw it at him without a wand.” She winked, “He’s not superman.”
He made a noise looking away.
“The name is Draco, not Marlo, not Drakie, not Drake or whatever you want to chop it up to its Draco, or Malfoy. Got it.” His tone was firm, low, and probably dangerous.
“Sure thing Dragon Fly.”