An Ordinary Legend

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The entire HP series belongs to JKR. The song I refer to in this chapter is Angels by Melissa Etheridge.

This is the story of a girl. Perhaps you think it ordinary, and it is. But these everyday ordinaries are what become the beginnings of legends.

At the beginning, I hated her. Well, to be honest with myself, and you, the eventual reader, I didn't hate her…I hated what she stood for and her family and the image they portrayed. I can only assume on my part that this feeling was mutual.

I ignored her for the most part, though how I did when she had hair like that I'll never know. It wasn't her that I had the issue with, per say. It was her brother and his insufferable friends, and she was just conveniently present on a few occasions.

I never knew how it started, this fascination…it's not like I could acknowledge it to my housemates, and I kept it close to me…

…Forgive me; I felt that had to leave you for a few minuets. You see, it is all ironic. Every single thought I posses turns down the path towards my memory of her. On this particular event, I remembered her favorite song…a song called Angels, the phrase "I keep it close, like a holy man prays…" spinning around and around in my head. Perhaps I am unstable in my mind…the complete ramblings or an inane and thoughtless existence.

Or perhaps not thoughtless as I seem to be unable to do anything but think. I regress.

It started with the occasional glance her way, the feeling of eyes, tension, and becoming aware of her presence. It slowly became so that I knew where she was if we shared the same hallway, so that I knew when she entered the Great Hall, and when she left. This was not a conscious acceptance on my part.

…Perhaps I am still denying everything, as she said. Perhaps it is better this way.

Please forgive me, but I must leave you now. I do not think that I would like any more of this self-pitying left behind in evidence for you, reader.

As always,

D. Malfoy.

He sighed as he put down the little black leather bound book. His mother had given it to him for his last birthday in the hopes that he would be able to receive peace of mind with sharing his thoughts. It seemed to have the exact opposite effect, Draco thought, than perhaps the trouble he would have encountered confiding in his housemates.

As he languidly stretched and swung his long legs off of his bed, he looked around his dorm. It was the same as it had been for the last six years, and he wished that he could change everything and nothing.

Emerald green curtains twitched in the bed next to him, and a curly black head made its way into the outside world of the dorm.

"Malfoy, where's my black eagle quill that I lent you? I need it for this charms essay. My white one's just broken." Blaise Zabini muttered.

Draco looked down at the quill that he held in his left hand. "Here," he said, handing it to the raven eyed boy, "I've just finished." Blaise nodded his approval and retreated into his private world.

The blonde shook his head in quiet wonder, never understanding the Italian boy's workings, ignoring the fact that Zabini could have easily fixed his first quill in a heartbeat.

A muffled sigh came from the bed. "Malfoy, do you have an spare ink? Mine's just spilled over the rest of my parchment." Obligingly, Draco went to the trunk at the end of his bed. "I have green ink, and I have blue ink. I don't have any black ink as I know you're so fond of."

He smirked at the thought of Zabini's expression. He knew his fellow Slytherin's face would be twisted into a grimace. "Green would be preferable. Thank you." A pale hand reached out of the velvet drapes.

Placing the inkpot into his ally's elegant hand, Draco sat on his own bed. "And do make sure that the professors can read your writing. I'm sure that Flitwick won't find it amusing to decipher most of your work….again."

An aggravated grunt was his only reply.

Draco himself had finished the charms essay long ago, and found himself restless. Grabbing his cloak, he swung it around his shoulders and did up the engraved silver clasp. "Zabini, I'm going for a walk. Don't forget that dinner's in a hour."

He got no reply.

Shutting the door behind him, he walked down the stone steps, wondering where he would go, and then abandoning the idea of a set route. He would let his feet take him where they would.

Entering the common room, he looked around at the empty room. Shrugging himself deeper into his cloak, he quickly exited the portrait.

His feet wondered down the halls, softly padding down the familiar paths. He stood on one of the staircases, preparing to get off near the library, when the staircase didn't stop and continued on.

Finally it ended its revolving and he came to a landing. It seemed that there was nothing for him to do but wait for the next staircase, as there were only three portraits in front of him.

The landing had the largest portrait in the middle, and on the left and right of him were a few steps leading to the other two paintings. He looked at them skeptically, and spoke to the young wizard in front of him who was doing his own evaluation.

"How long do you think it will take for the next one to arrive here?" he asked. The painting shrugged. "I don't know. You're the first student to come here for the last few years." He sighed.

"You know, I should really not give into any future impulses of mine, should I? It seems like Sod's Law is just waiting around the corner. Sweet irony, eh? I'm just too spontaneous for my own good. " the blonde stopped in shock when the portrait swung open.

"What's this?" he asked in bewilderment. The wizard in the painting smiled. "You said the password, and I'm sure it would be more interesting to wait in here than on this landing. Don't you agree, old boy? Just do try not to disturb her."

Quickly looking around, Draco stepped into the portrait hole. "Only one thing for it, I suppose." He wondered who the portrait could have been talking about, and what the exact password had been.

When he looked up, he froze in shock.

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