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Chapter One - The Wicked Tongue Of A Slytherin
"Come back to bed," the redheaded witch spoke softly to Tom from her position under the sheets. She wanted to spend every waking moment with him before it was too late.
"I am thinking," he spoke back to her, his words a soft whisper in the overbearing quiet of the room they currently occupied. Aurora felt a sharp pain in her chest, she knew he was hurting but he never liked to show his emotions. Emotions were for those of weak dispositions. And Tom Riddle would never be deemed weak.
"There is nothing to think about," Aurora left the comfort of the bed, hissing softly as her bare feet came into contact with the freezing stone floor. She padded towards him, wrapping the thin sheet around her naked body. Crouching in front of the wooden chair on which he sat, Aurora placed her hands on his knees, now sheathed in his black trousers "You can't change what will happen Tom."
"Why not?" he asked curiously. His thirst for knowledge was one of the things that drew Aurora to him. Sure, he was hard to read, difficult to communicate with but deep down inside he was just a hungry little boy who wanted to know the answers to every question in the world.
"Because that's just the way things are. If some are to live, then some must die."
"Do not quote that disgusting 'prophecy' to me!" Tom spat at her, standing from the chair and pushing past her. Aurora struggled to stay upright on her tip toes but managed to make it to her feet just before she toppled over. Spinning around, the end of the sheet brushed along the floor around her feet "There has to be a way."
"Why does there have to be a way? You have always known what would happen, I told you from the beginning. Why can you not accept it?"
"Because I do not want you to die," he looked over his shoulder at her, his dark eyes seeking the warm, bitter chocolate of hers.
"But I will die tonight, my love, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
"Nora!" Lenora jumped when Harry called her name rather sharply.
"I'm sorry Harry, what were you saying?" her brows pushed together in confusion. She'd clearly missed half of the conversation, losing herself in her thoughts about the events that had occured recently. When he frowned at her, she gave him a reassuring smile and he launched right back into what he'd been saying, allowing Lenora to get lost in her thoughts once more, however, not so deeply this time.
After breakfast, Lenora stood from the table and joined Harry, Ron and Hermione; effectively known as 'The Golden Trio' as they left The Great Hall admist hordes of students heading to their classes. Although Lenora was a member of Gryffindor, she currently found herself embroiled in a classroom fued with Hermione Granger. Both witches came from muggle parents but were equally as smart as each other, and found themselves continually trying to best one another.
Making their way to Potions class; which happened to be Lenora's current favourite class, Lenora was unsurprised to see that the four of them had the pleasure of bumping into a familiar group of Slytherins; Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe.
"Well, well, well," Draco sneered, front and centre of the group as always "If it isn't precious Potter, Weasel and my favourite little mudblood," the four students accompanying him sniggered at his words. His cold silvery eyes fell to Lenora, who was at the back of the group. Her lips turned up slightly at his words and he sneered in answer before looking back to 'The Golden Trio'.
"Get lost Malfoy!" Harry snapped, shaking his head at Draco's immature antics.
"How creative Potter," Pansy screeched at him "You couldn't come up with something better?"
"Actually, he probably could but I'm not sure your brain would be able to understand it Pansy!" Hermione hissed, narrowing her eyes at the dark haired Slytherin. Pansy looked furious and she stepped forward as if to challenge Hermione but Draco placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Don't lower yourself Pansy. Let's get to Potions."
Lenora watched the group of Slytherins walk off in the direction of Potions class.
"Why do you get yourself into fights with Draco Malfoy?" Lenora asked, coming forward to stand next to Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"We don't," Ron said lamely "He starts the fights!" he added, protesting as he scratched at the back of his head.
"You act like we're doing something wrong Lenora," Hermione narrowed her eyes at the dark haired witch "What would you have us do? Let him get away with treating us like dirt off of his shoe?"
"I never said that Hermione," Lenora glared at the other witch "Maybe you just shouldn't be so antagonistic towards him?" Lenora shrugged.
"Why are you defending the git?" Ron fumed, his face turning a shade rather similar to his hair.
"I'm not!" Lenora protested "I was just asking why you continue to get into confrontation with him. It was an innocent question."
"Was it?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at her.
"Of course it was Hermione!" Harry finally snapped "The two of you are being so bloody ridiculous! Let's go to Potions," he turned his eyes to Lenora and she smiled in thanks for his defense of her actions before the two started off to Potions, Ron and Hermione following closely behind, similar looks of shock on their faces.
Lenora sat beside Harry in Potions class three benches from the front. She could hear Draco and Pansy whispering furiously from the back of the class. Turning her head, she caught their eyes and instantly they stopped talking, drawing equal glares at her. Flicking her navy blue locks across her shoulder, Lenora turned back around to face the front of the class just as the door was opened and Professor Slughorn entered.
The class were set the task of brewing The Draught of Living Death; one of the most powerful sleeping potions invented. The quickest successfully brewed potion would receive 50 points for the brewer's house. In the end, Hermione was the first to brew the potion the quickest, closely followed by Draco. Lenora could hear his furious whispers to Pansy about being bested by a mudblood but they were not loud enough to alert the Professor or Hemione as to what they were discussing.
Draco loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. His sleeves were already pushed up to his elbows and he glanced down at the pale skin of his forearm, where the Dark Mark was soon to appear. He frowned. He didn't particularly want to take the mark but he knew that his father wanted nothing more than to see his son achieve all that things that he could not. It was an honour to be bestowed with the mark and Draco would not disappoint.
He'd had a particularly tasking day at school. First his run in with Potter and his little posse and then Snape had been particularly hard on him during D.A.D.A. Entering the main common room of the Slytherin house, Draco could hear the merry voices of his 'friends'. Pansy's screechy voice drifted into his ears and he groaned. After such a day, he really did not want to have to deal with her over-affectionate actions towards him.
"There you are Draco!" Pansy broke out into a grin as he rounded the corner and stepped down towards the fire that already roared in the hearth. He grimaced as she threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Ugh! How disgusting!
With a sigh, he pushed her away, just enough for her to not ask questions. She returned to sitting on the sofa next to Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco rubbed his tired eyes and made the decision that he didn't have the energy to deal with them tonight. Retreating to the stairs, he heard Pansy shuffling behind him.
"Draco...where are you going?" she whined, trying to ensnare him with a pathetic pout and useless attempt at puppy dog eyes.
"To my room Pansy!" he practically snapped at her "And no, you cannot come with me. I'm tired. Just go away!"
"But Dra..."
"I said leave me alone!" Draco took the steps two at a time towards his room. He blew out a frustrated breath. When will that girl just get the message?
Draco's lips formed into a frown when he reached the top of the stairs and turned to his door. He could see the fiery shadows of a fire flickering from beneath his door. Who the hell was in his room?
Reaching for the door, he kept one hand on his wand, ready to hex the arse off the person who was inside. Throwing it open, the thick old wood banged against the wall and he glanced curiously inside.
"You know, I was just wondering. Out of curiosity, which favourite little mudblood were you referring to earlier Draco?"
End of Chapter
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please be nice and let me know what you think. Thank you!
