"This isn't protecting me! I want you here - with me! I don't care what they do to me... I'll do anything it takes,"
"They're not looking for you. They're after me. I'm the one that killed him. I've got the key to their victory."
"It's worth the risk... I need you here,"
"But... they could... they will kill you. I-I can't handle that... if you die..."
"Shhh... baby. I would rather die... I can't live without you,"
"I love you, Draco Malfoy... Goodbye."
It was a Monday morning. Oh, how I hated Mondays. I sat up in my bed and wiped the crusties from my eyes. Graceful, right? I fell off my bed and onto the floor with a fairly large 'THUMP', waking all the other girls in the dorm.
" Blair, with that racket every morning, you're going to wake up the whole school!" said Lola. I said nothing, but sneered at her. My best friend was a ditzy snoot. Somehow my feet met with the floor as I picked myself up and headed to the bathrooms to shower. I could tell it was going to be an 'off' sort of day.
I showered and dressed quickly so the other Slytherin girls wouldn't complain. I threw on my robe over top of my uniform and sat at the edge of Lola's bed. She was plastering vast amount of make-up on her face. She looked like a Barbie - but I guess that was the way she (and all the guys in Hogwarts) liked it.
"Today's a special day," she said, applying some lip-gloss. I shrugged. "It's October 30th,"
'How nice of her to remember,' I thought, 'It's my birthday tomorrow,"
"It's Devil's night! I'm, like, so psyched!" she said, giving her reflection one last look before turning to me. "I wonder what Draco has planned for the Gryffindors," I rolled my eyes. Everything was about Malfoy. Personally, I hated the twit. He's rude, obnoxious, stupid, stuck-up... the list goes on. But I suppose that's what's expected of 'The Slytherin God'.
Unfortunately, Lola and I tend to spend time with Malfoy and his minions - oops, I mean, uh, 'friends'. Lola is Malfoy's latest fling since Pansy Parkinson. She has a feeling she'll marry him someday. Everyone else finds it pretty clear he wants in her pants.
"Well, I'm ready," she said.
"Finally," I huffed, smirking at her. She excitedly grabbed my arm and we fled out the door and into the Slytherin common room.
"DRACO!" she instantly squealed. She jumped on the helpless moron and kissed him all over. He pushed her off slightly.
"Hey," he said. And with that, we all walked out of the portrait hole and down the corridors until we reached the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Making this Elexir is very complex, so pay attention," Snape chanted. "That means you, Gryffindors," It was Potions class again. Joy. I was barely conscious, snoring away near the back of the classroom. I felt a poke on my arm.
"What is it Jade?" came my muffled voice. Jade was another good friend of mine. She was in Gryffindor, which might explain why I actually liked her. She chuckled at me.
"You might want to pay attention," she taunted. "This could be on our exams. You want to graduate along with us, don't you?" I nodded, but put my head back down unintentionally. I was just too exausted.
'Great. Now I'm going to not know how to do this, then I'm going to fail my potions exam, then I'm not going to graduate with my friends. Just awesome.'
I told you this day would suck.
The day carried on, until finally we all arrived back in the common room. The day was very uneventful, which surprised me - usually on Devil's night, I'm Malfoy's main victim. It's been their little 'tradition' since first year. Play pranks on me, I get pissed off, threaten to kick the crap out of Malfoy, then go back into the dormitory and sleep. It amuses the pathetic gits. Do you see, now, why I was in such a horrible mood?
Well I suppose I can't complain. Nothing has happened today. I guess since they're in their seventh year now, they've grown up a little.
I lazily walked into the girl's dormitory, ready for a good night's sleep. Hopefully I wouldn't have those pointless dreams again. I had something to look forward to at least; tomorrow I would finally be seventeen.
I pulled the curtains over my four-poster bed to get changed into my pyjamas. Once I was done I pulled the curtains back again, and pulled open my covers. I patted my pillow a bit and got into my bed.
Something felt squishy.
I didn't like this awkward feeling. I got up in a daze and looked at my bed. A orange-yellow mixture was poured all over my bed! My jaw dropped in outrage. I touched the mixture; it felt slimey. It was uncooked eggs.
God Dammit! How immature can you get? HONESTLY.'
I heaved a huge sigh as I pulled all my blankets off my bed to be washed. I got out the last set of sheets and covers from the closet, and placed them on my bed. I changed my pyjamas quickly washed my egg-covered hands and feet. Now I was ready to go to sleep.
I did the same as before, climing into bed with my nice, new, white sheets. I shut my eyes tightly and thought about tomorrow.
I heard a creaking sound above me. I opened my eyes, and before you could say 'MALFOY'S A FUCKING DEAD FERRET!', a bucket of purple slime fell from the top of my four-poster and onto my head, covering my new sheets, my hair, and my clean pyjamas. I wiped the slime from my eyes, shoved on my bunny slippers and stomped down the stairs.
"Malfoy's a fucking dead ferret," I muttered under my breath.
"Ah, Reynolds, come to join the party?" he said. I stared at him bitterly. The other Slytherin seventh-years laughed and pointed at me.
"Very funny, Malfoy," I said. "Keep talking. Perhaps someday you'll say something intelligent," He was walking closer to me with every step, staring me down with those icy eyes.
I hated him.
Absolutely hated him.
"You think you're a comedian, eh, Reynolds?" he said, smirking at me. I cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah I'm hilarious. Who do you think you are, Draco Malfoy?" I said, poking him hard in the chest. I've had enough of him. I'm sick of him pushing me around and being a complete dick to me. I pushed him as hard as I could, but he barely moved, seeing as he was nearly a foot taller than me. I ran out of the common room and into the hall, still covered in egg. I ran and ran, until I reached my sanctuary - The Room of Requirement.
'I need a place where I can sleep and not be bothered'
I entered as quick as I could and found a fluffy, king-size bed. I leaped on it, ready for sleep. It felt like I was floating on clouds. This bed was heavenly. I drifted off to sleep immediately.
It's a shame I missed the mysterious, obscure character entering the room...