Well guys here it is. The first in my line of Harry Potter Fanfics 'What
Dreams May Come'. Since my creativity is limited, I wrote about 8 chapters
in one night, and I'll update one by one. This story I hope will spark your
interest. I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's creations, I do however own
the plot line and The Newark's. I am excited, and I NEED REVIEWS to post
chapter 2, so read, review, enjoy!
JB: The Amazing Amazonian Warrior Princess Barbie
What Dreams May Come
What the world holds for me
I stared out the window to the streets below, in wonder and awe of the amount of rain that had fallen, and was still falling. I ran a hand through my naturally platinum blonde colored hair and stood up, looking in the mirror. I saw the 5'11, 17 year old girl I had always seen. Christiana Newark. Not anorexic skinny, but just right, green eyes and tanned skin. I wasn't gorgeous by any means, but I wasn't totally ugly. I turned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and plopped down at the table after grabbing a breakfast bar out of the cabinet. I had just moved to England and was still tired from apparating that morning. I showered quickly, putting my hair into an intricate up do, and black low rise pants and a tube top underneath my black and silver Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry robes, and slipped on my black 3 inch knee high boots. I walked down the stairs of the three-story to the ground floor, where my parents were waiting with my 11 year old little brother Alexei. I sighed in a disgruntled fashion. My parents had decided "a change" would be good for my brother and me, my last year of school, and they uproot me from my friends and move me 1,000,000 miles away from everything I knew. So here we were, on the other side of the world. My boyfriend Damien, my best friends Lucille and Camille (twins) and our family, all were in America. I sighed as I stepped into the fireplace and loudly shouted
"DIGON ALLEY!" and I felt a tug at my navel, and flooed to the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. or so I thought.
I sneezed, and stood up, in a grey dingy room in some store, that I really didn't recognize, and I dusted myself off with a quick cleaning spell, with my white wood wand with a phoenix feather as the core. My wand was special, with intricate carvings from the Arc-Angel Gabriel. I saw some strange things lying about, and I stepped out of the store, obviously in the wrong place, and took off, following the signs to Diagon Alley, when I ran into a hard chest, and fell down.
"Damn it, I really need to watch where the hell I'm going." I grumbled, looking up at the person I ran into.
He was damn fine, and was looking at me as if I was crazy. He offered me a hand.
"Watch where you're going, you might run into the wrong person, girl." He said, in a deep baritone voice. I took his hand, standing up, and finally getting a good look at him. He had platinum blonde hair, which was slicked back, and was around 6'4, with muscles that could be seen slightly through his all black robes, with a green and silver emblem on the chest. He had stormy gray eyes, and a very attractive smirk on his face.
"Thanks. but where the hell am I? I questioned.
"You mustn't be from around here. Let me guess. American, who just came to London, and tried to get to Diagon Alley, and ended up in the worst possible place for a young witch, Knock turn Alley."
He said, not letting go of my hand. I nodded.
"Impressive, you hit the nail on the head. You see, my parents somehow knew I would get lost and they told me to find them at." I looked at my free hand. "The Leaky Cauldron." I finished.
"Well, allow me to take you there Miss.?"He replied, with another smirk.
"Newark, Christiana Newark. It's nice to meet you." I replied.
"Wait a minute, Newark. from Salem?" He questioned.
"Yeah, do you know me?" I quipped. He started walking, instantly letting go of my hand.
"I'll take that as a yes." I sighed dejectedly. He obviously knew who my father was. "Well, damn it" I thought. "He was hot."
After a few minutes of walking, I saw my parents, and he followed me to them.
"Christiana Marinette Newark! We have been worried absolutely sick!"
My mother said, rushing over to me. She put her arms around me in a bone crushing hug, and kissed my cheek.
"Sorry mother, I said the name wrong and ended up in some freaky store, but luckily.Mr., what was your name again?" I turned to the man.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He replied with a nod.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy found me and was sweet enough to lead me here." I quirked with a smile. "Malfoy huh? Must be Lucius and Narcissa's son aren't you?" My father asked, with a slight English accent. (He had lived here for the first 22 years of his life).
"Yes sir. In fact, that's why I was poking around here today, I was told to find you, and extend a dinner invitation for this evening at promptly seven, at our Manor."
He said in a cordially official tone.
"Well, my darling you are as sweet as your mother. We would be happy to accept your invitation, Alexei and I will arrive by Floo, and Richard and Christiana shall apparate, at seven."
My mother said, and I was growing more confused by the second. Draco nodded.
"Well, it was certainly my pleasure to escort you to your parents Miss Newark. I shall await your arrival this evening with anticipation."
He said, and I quirked an eyebrow, with a silly grin on my face, as I stuck out a hand for him to shake, he took my hand, and kissed my knuckles, and with a quick goodbye to my parents, he disapparated with a "POP" and I giggled. My mother and father looked at me with questioning eyes, and I just sighed.
"Mother if we're going to dinner at their home, which will more than likely be formal, I'll need new dress robes, unless you want me to look silly." I said, batting my eyes.
"Yeah right, you just wanna impress DRACO" Alexei taunted, sticking out his tongue.
"MOM!" I yelled.
"She's right Richard, I'll need them too, and the Malfoy's are quite into the formal dinners, so I do not want to look ridiculous, besides, you'll be seeing your best friend from school, and my best friend from Salem and we want to make a good impression."
My mother sweet-talked.
"Alright Maria. But, NO LOW CUT necklines on her robes." My father said. I squealed happily.
"Thank you daddy. Here is the list, Professor McGonagall sent for my books and potions materials, I have everything else. I don't need another owl, Luna and Soleil are fine." I said in a rush, and took my mom's hand, and we walked over to 'Madame Malkin's Robes for all occasions.'
We walked into the store, after taking a large amount of Galleons from the bank, and eyed the hundreds of robes in the store. After about thirty minutes, I had seen many robes, purple, green, red, even a horrible orange one, and I had been fitted for my Hogwarts robes, when I found THE robes. They were an iridescent blue, and were made of a light flowing silk material. The hem was studded with what looked like little diamonds. The dress underneath was of the same blue color, and the closer you looked, the fabric shined pink. The dress itself underneath the robe was a spaghetti strap, with 4 straps, that criss-crossed in the back, that hugged ones curves, and the skirt, which was separate from the top, had the same little diamonds around the waistline, and a large slit up the leg. It also showed a small amount of stomach. I stared at the ensemble in awe, and my mother came over, took one look at it, and took it off the rack.
"If you don't try that on, I'll beat your butt." She said, shoving me into a dressing room with a huge smile. I walked out of the dressing room, and my mom's mouth completely dropped.
"Darling, those are it!" she exclaimed, and we bought them. We also ordered another 4 sets of different robes, one in lavender, one in white, one in black and a cobalt blue one, after my mom telling me I would need them for the formal evenings at school. We walked out of the store, and saw my dad and Alexei, with my school supplies, and we went to the Leaky Cauldron, and Flooed home.
Immediately when we got home, I began to get ready. I showered, washed my hair, and scrubbed every inch of myself. When I stepped out, I used a drying spell, and put on peach scented lotion to match the scent of my shampoo and conditioner. I sat down at my vanity, and did my makeup by hand. I put on a pearly blue shadow on my eyes with a small thin line of black eyeliner to define the shape. I put on some pale pink blush, and clear lip gloss on my lips, peach flavored of course. I put a light dusting of pixie shimmer on my cheeks, and spelled my makeup to last the whole night, lip gloss included. I then looked at my hair. I decided on soft curls, and when I was done, I put in a headband of diamonds, and put on my robes, and some clear shoes with a 3 inch heel, that was filled with diamonds. I looked at the clock, and it was time to go, so I walked downstairs, and apparated to Malfoy manor with my father.
We stood out in the front of an absolutely humongous manor, on a tall cliff overlooking the ocean.
"Amazing." Was the only thing I could say.
"I must say 'Tiana, it's amazing alright, Lucius has done well."
He replied, and we knocked on the large black doors. A small house elf answered the door, and we entered the palace-like domicile. A tall man with blonde hair tied at the back of his head into a regal ponytail in all black and a tall woman also with blonde hair in deep purple walked over.
"Richard, what a pleasure it is to see you again. This is my wife Narcissa." The man said, in a deep voice much like Draco's, speaking of, he walked up moments later, with a smirk, and also wearing black.
"And my son Draco, whom I'm sure you have met." The man finished. My father shook both hands.
"And Lucius, this is my lovely daughter Christiana." My father said. I nodded politely, and used everything in my power not to curtsy sarcastically, with a small smile.
"Well, do come in please, we have drinks in the Parlor, dinner should be in 30 minutes." Narcissa said, with a welcoming smile. My father walked ahead with Lucius and Narcissa, and Draco walked over.
"Why Mr. Malfoy, you are looking nice this evening." I said quietly, as we were walking to the parlor.
"I must say Miss Newark, you are looking quite radiant this evening as well." He replied, positive the adults could hear us. I whispered.
"Is there anywhere we can go where I won't feel suffocated by adults?" I asked him in a silent whisper.
"Yeah sure, follow me." He said. "Father, I will be showing Miss Newark the grounds, we shall be back before dinner." He said.
"Alright Draco. Do not leave the grounds." His father replied sternly.
Draco nodded, and took my hand, walking me outside, and to a bench, in a rose garden.
"So. Tell me, what is Hogwarts like?" I asked, crossing my legs.
"Well, it's pretty big. The Great Hall, that's where everything is, has an enchanted ceiling that shows the outdoor sky. There are huge dorms, and a quidditch pitch. The staircases change and there is an amazing Library." He said, I smiled widely.
"Tell me, what about the people. I heard Harry Potter goes there, what's he like? He must be nice." I said, and I saw Draco glower. I must've struck a nerve.
"Wonder Boy does go there. He's stuck up, and a pin head. He hangs around with Ron Weasley, and a mud blood, Hermione Granger." I glared at him.
"Don't use that word around me. My best friends were muggle born Malfoy." I said, angered he would use the term.
"Sorry, I won't use it anymore. God relax. But let me ask you something now. What was it like in America; did you have a lot of friends?" He questioned. I sighed.
"America is wonderful, you can do whatever you like, whenever you like. The skies are beautiful, and Salem is an amazing place. As for my friends, well, people really didn't like me because of who I rolled with." I said, he looked a bit confused.
"They didn't like who I hung out with, and as such, didn't like me." I said and he nodded.
"How could anyone not like you?" He slipped. I smiled.
"My friends were just different. My boyfriend was a loner, but he and I just clicked you know?" I said, as he frowned a little.
"I guess I know what you mean." He said, looking at his feet. Just then, a small house elf appeared, and told us it was time for dinner.
That evening, dinner was extremely nice. Conversation was good, and my mother and Mrs. Malfoy were talking up a storm. Alexei, Dad, and Mr. Malfoy were discussing other things, while I silently thought of Damien, and how much Draco reminded me of him, and I spent most of dinner conversing with Draco, getting to know him, and more about Hogwarts. When dinner was over, we retired to the parlor for coffee, and Alexei fell asleep. My mother noticed this and looked over at me.
"'Tiana love, could you Floo Alexei home for me, the poor dear is exhausted." She said with a kind smile.
"Sure mom, Mr. & Mrs. Malfoy, thank you for having me, dinner was extremely wonderful, it was great to meet you." I said, standing up, and shaking their hands.
"Draco, go with her, she shouldn't go alone at this hour. When Richard and Maria get there, they'll have you come back." Mr. Malfoy said. I smiled, and Draco picked up the boy, and we walked over to the fireplace, stepped in, and went back to the house.
I got there last, and I saw Draco heading up the stairs. We walked up to Alexei's room, and I spelled him into some pajamas, and put him into bed.
"Wanna wait downstairs for me; I just want to change really quickly." I said; and I walked up the flight of stairs to my room. I removed all the makeup, and took the headband out. I straightened the curls, and straight, my hair cascaded to 7 inches below my shoulders. I changed into my red short pajama shorts that showed my legs off, and a black tank top. Before I went out the door, I saw Damien's owl Lucifer at the window, and opened it. I took Lucifer's note off his leg, and let my black owls Luna and Soleil out, giving them both an owl treat. I unrolled the parchment, seeing Damien's untidy scrawl.
Dear Teeny,
It seems strange to be this far from you, but this letter must come, because I can't do this is in person. Living 4,000 miles away isn't good enough for me. I just don't think we can continue being together much longer. I love you, truly I do, but I just can't be this far away from someone I love.
Damien
I looked at the letter in horror. He couldn't do it. We loved each other, we had made love, and he promised me we'd marry some day. I loved him. I sunk onto my bed, shocked, and laid my head down, forgetting my door was open, and Draco was downstairs, and sobbed. I crumpled the letter and threw it on the floor. I heard a knock at my door frame and looked up. It was Draco.
"Can I come in?" he asked politely.
"Yeah, come on in." I said, wiping my tears from my eyes.
"What happened? Because you were taking a little while, and." He said as he picked up the letter, and scanned it.
"I got worried. What a poof." He finished. I laid my head back down, and cried harder.
"But I thought he loved me... sniff. He told me that he loved me...sob." I cried. He walked over and sat down, putting my head in his lap.
"Come on, you know, if he can't treat you well, he doesn't deserve you. I don't either." He said, saying the last part almost silently, but I heard him.
"What did you say?" I asked, looking up at his chiseled face, placing a hand on his well toned stomach.
"That he didn't deserve you." He said, a little too quickly.
"I know that, but what did you say after that?" I posed.
"That I don't deserve you." He said. I smiled.
"Don't say that. Look, let's go downstairs, and I'll explain why I'm so upset. You can fix me some hot chocolate, because you told me it was your specialty." I said with a sweet smile, standing up, and grasped his hand, seeing how well it fit mine.
We talked for around 5 hours, and I fell asleep somewhere during his telling me about Quidditch at school. Don't get me wrong, I was a very good beater, and loved the game, but I was way too tired to stay awake. So I ended up falling asleep, my head on his chest, sitting in his lap. His arm was around my waist in a protective fashion, and I never noticed my parents coming in at 4 in the morning. I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, and I woke up, in his lap. My mom and dad were looking at us in a funny way, and my mom was concealing a smile.
"Draco, wake up." I said, standing up.
"Huh.what?" He said, yawning.
"Time to go home." My mom said, in a kind voice. He stood up, and walked to the fireplace.
"Well, goodnight young Malfoy, we're going to bed. We'll see you on Monday at King's cross." My father said, and they went upstairs, leaving me and Draco alone.
"Well, thanks for listening to me Draco. I really do appreciate it. I'll see you on Monday. Save me a seat will you?" I asked.
"Yeah of course, that is if you don't mind sitting with a couple of baboons." He said with a smile and a yawn.
"Of course not. I'm sure you'll entertain me." I said with a smile, and He pulled me into a hug, and kissed my forehead. I was jumping for joy when he did that, on the inside of course. But I just hugged him back, and he disapparated quickly with a small pop.
What Dreams May Come
What the world holds for me
I stared out the window to the streets below, in wonder and awe of the amount of rain that had fallen, and was still falling. I ran a hand through my naturally platinum blonde colored hair and stood up, looking in the mirror. I saw the 5'11, 17 year old girl I had always seen. Christiana Newark. Not anorexic skinny, but just right, green eyes and tanned skin. I wasn't gorgeous by any means, but I wasn't totally ugly. I turned and walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and plopped down at the table after grabbing a breakfast bar out of the cabinet. I had just moved to England and was still tired from apparating that morning. I showered quickly, putting my hair into an intricate up do, and black low rise pants and a tube top underneath my black and silver Salem Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry robes, and slipped on my black 3 inch knee high boots. I walked down the stairs of the three-story to the ground floor, where my parents were waiting with my 11 year old little brother Alexei. I sighed in a disgruntled fashion. My parents had decided "a change" would be good for my brother and me, my last year of school, and they uproot me from my friends and move me 1,000,000 miles away from everything I knew. So here we were, on the other side of the world. My boyfriend Damien, my best friends Lucille and Camille (twins) and our family, all were in America. I sighed as I stepped into the fireplace and loudly shouted
"DIGON ALLEY!" and I felt a tug at my navel, and flooed to the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. or so I thought.
I sneezed, and stood up, in a grey dingy room in some store, that I really didn't recognize, and I dusted myself off with a quick cleaning spell, with my white wood wand with a phoenix feather as the core. My wand was special, with intricate carvings from the Arc-Angel Gabriel. I saw some strange things lying about, and I stepped out of the store, obviously in the wrong place, and took off, following the signs to Diagon Alley, when I ran into a hard chest, and fell down.
"Damn it, I really need to watch where the hell I'm going." I grumbled, looking up at the person I ran into.
He was damn fine, and was looking at me as if I was crazy. He offered me a hand.
"Watch where you're going, you might run into the wrong person, girl." He said, in a deep baritone voice. I took his hand, standing up, and finally getting a good look at him. He had platinum blonde hair, which was slicked back, and was around 6'4, with muscles that could be seen slightly through his all black robes, with a green and silver emblem on the chest. He had stormy gray eyes, and a very attractive smirk on his face.
"Thanks. but where the hell am I? I questioned.
"You mustn't be from around here. Let me guess. American, who just came to London, and tried to get to Diagon Alley, and ended up in the worst possible place for a young witch, Knock turn Alley."
He said, not letting go of my hand. I nodded.
"Impressive, you hit the nail on the head. You see, my parents somehow knew I would get lost and they told me to find them at." I looked at my free hand. "The Leaky Cauldron." I finished.
"Well, allow me to take you there Miss.?"He replied, with another smirk.
"Newark, Christiana Newark. It's nice to meet you." I replied.
"Wait a minute, Newark. from Salem?" He questioned.
"Yeah, do you know me?" I quipped. He started walking, instantly letting go of my hand.
"I'll take that as a yes." I sighed dejectedly. He obviously knew who my father was. "Well, damn it" I thought. "He was hot."
After a few minutes of walking, I saw my parents, and he followed me to them.
"Christiana Marinette Newark! We have been worried absolutely sick!"
My mother said, rushing over to me. She put her arms around me in a bone crushing hug, and kissed my cheek.
"Sorry mother, I said the name wrong and ended up in some freaky store, but luckily.Mr., what was your name again?" I turned to the man.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He replied with a nod.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy found me and was sweet enough to lead me here." I quirked with a smile. "Malfoy huh? Must be Lucius and Narcissa's son aren't you?" My father asked, with a slight English accent. (He had lived here for the first 22 years of his life).
"Yes sir. In fact, that's why I was poking around here today, I was told to find you, and extend a dinner invitation for this evening at promptly seven, at our Manor."
He said in a cordially official tone.
"Well, my darling you are as sweet as your mother. We would be happy to accept your invitation, Alexei and I will arrive by Floo, and Richard and Christiana shall apparate, at seven."
My mother said, and I was growing more confused by the second. Draco nodded.
"Well, it was certainly my pleasure to escort you to your parents Miss Newark. I shall await your arrival this evening with anticipation."
He said, and I quirked an eyebrow, with a silly grin on my face, as I stuck out a hand for him to shake, he took my hand, and kissed my knuckles, and with a quick goodbye to my parents, he disapparated with a "POP" and I giggled. My mother and father looked at me with questioning eyes, and I just sighed.
"Mother if we're going to dinner at their home, which will more than likely be formal, I'll need new dress robes, unless you want me to look silly." I said, batting my eyes.
"Yeah right, you just wanna impress DRACO" Alexei taunted, sticking out his tongue.
"MOM!" I yelled.
"She's right Richard, I'll need them too, and the Malfoy's are quite into the formal dinners, so I do not want to look ridiculous, besides, you'll be seeing your best friend from school, and my best friend from Salem and we want to make a good impression."
My mother sweet-talked.
"Alright Maria. But, NO LOW CUT necklines on her robes." My father said. I squealed happily.
"Thank you daddy. Here is the list, Professor McGonagall sent for my books and potions materials, I have everything else. I don't need another owl, Luna and Soleil are fine." I said in a rush, and took my mom's hand, and we walked over to 'Madame Malkin's Robes for all occasions.'
We walked into the store, after taking a large amount of Galleons from the bank, and eyed the hundreds of robes in the store. After about thirty minutes, I had seen many robes, purple, green, red, even a horrible orange one, and I had been fitted for my Hogwarts robes, when I found THE robes. They were an iridescent blue, and were made of a light flowing silk material. The hem was studded with what looked like little diamonds. The dress underneath was of the same blue color, and the closer you looked, the fabric shined pink. The dress itself underneath the robe was a spaghetti strap, with 4 straps, that criss-crossed in the back, that hugged ones curves, and the skirt, which was separate from the top, had the same little diamonds around the waistline, and a large slit up the leg. It also showed a small amount of stomach. I stared at the ensemble in awe, and my mother came over, took one look at it, and took it off the rack.
"If you don't try that on, I'll beat your butt." She said, shoving me into a dressing room with a huge smile. I walked out of the dressing room, and my mom's mouth completely dropped.
"Darling, those are it!" she exclaimed, and we bought them. We also ordered another 4 sets of different robes, one in lavender, one in white, one in black and a cobalt blue one, after my mom telling me I would need them for the formal evenings at school. We walked out of the store, and saw my dad and Alexei, with my school supplies, and we went to the Leaky Cauldron, and Flooed home.
Immediately when we got home, I began to get ready. I showered, washed my hair, and scrubbed every inch of myself. When I stepped out, I used a drying spell, and put on peach scented lotion to match the scent of my shampoo and conditioner. I sat down at my vanity, and did my makeup by hand. I put on a pearly blue shadow on my eyes with a small thin line of black eyeliner to define the shape. I put on some pale pink blush, and clear lip gloss on my lips, peach flavored of course. I put a light dusting of pixie shimmer on my cheeks, and spelled my makeup to last the whole night, lip gloss included. I then looked at my hair. I decided on soft curls, and when I was done, I put in a headband of diamonds, and put on my robes, and some clear shoes with a 3 inch heel, that was filled with diamonds. I looked at the clock, and it was time to go, so I walked downstairs, and apparated to Malfoy manor with my father.
We stood out in the front of an absolutely humongous manor, on a tall cliff overlooking the ocean.
"Amazing." Was the only thing I could say.
"I must say 'Tiana, it's amazing alright, Lucius has done well."
He replied, and we knocked on the large black doors. A small house elf answered the door, and we entered the palace-like domicile. A tall man with blonde hair tied at the back of his head into a regal ponytail in all black and a tall woman also with blonde hair in deep purple walked over.
"Richard, what a pleasure it is to see you again. This is my wife Narcissa." The man said, in a deep voice much like Draco's, speaking of, he walked up moments later, with a smirk, and also wearing black.
"And my son Draco, whom I'm sure you have met." The man finished. My father shook both hands.
"And Lucius, this is my lovely daughter Christiana." My father said. I nodded politely, and used everything in my power not to curtsy sarcastically, with a small smile.
"Well, do come in please, we have drinks in the Parlor, dinner should be in 30 minutes." Narcissa said, with a welcoming smile. My father walked ahead with Lucius and Narcissa, and Draco walked over.
"Why Mr. Malfoy, you are looking nice this evening." I said quietly, as we were walking to the parlor.
"I must say Miss Newark, you are looking quite radiant this evening as well." He replied, positive the adults could hear us. I whispered.
"Is there anywhere we can go where I won't feel suffocated by adults?" I asked him in a silent whisper.
"Yeah sure, follow me." He said. "Father, I will be showing Miss Newark the grounds, we shall be back before dinner." He said.
"Alright Draco. Do not leave the grounds." His father replied sternly.
Draco nodded, and took my hand, walking me outside, and to a bench, in a rose garden.
"So. Tell me, what is Hogwarts like?" I asked, crossing my legs.
"Well, it's pretty big. The Great Hall, that's where everything is, has an enchanted ceiling that shows the outdoor sky. There are huge dorms, and a quidditch pitch. The staircases change and there is an amazing Library." He said, I smiled widely.
"Tell me, what about the people. I heard Harry Potter goes there, what's he like? He must be nice." I said, and I saw Draco glower. I must've struck a nerve.
"Wonder Boy does go there. He's stuck up, and a pin head. He hangs around with Ron Weasley, and a mud blood, Hermione Granger." I glared at him.
"Don't use that word around me. My best friends were muggle born Malfoy." I said, angered he would use the term.
"Sorry, I won't use it anymore. God relax. But let me ask you something now. What was it like in America; did you have a lot of friends?" He questioned. I sighed.
"America is wonderful, you can do whatever you like, whenever you like. The skies are beautiful, and Salem is an amazing place. As for my friends, well, people really didn't like me because of who I rolled with." I said, he looked a bit confused.
"They didn't like who I hung out with, and as such, didn't like me." I said and he nodded.
"How could anyone not like you?" He slipped. I smiled.
"My friends were just different. My boyfriend was a loner, but he and I just clicked you know?" I said, as he frowned a little.
"I guess I know what you mean." He said, looking at his feet. Just then, a small house elf appeared, and told us it was time for dinner.
That evening, dinner was extremely nice. Conversation was good, and my mother and Mrs. Malfoy were talking up a storm. Alexei, Dad, and Mr. Malfoy were discussing other things, while I silently thought of Damien, and how much Draco reminded me of him, and I spent most of dinner conversing with Draco, getting to know him, and more about Hogwarts. When dinner was over, we retired to the parlor for coffee, and Alexei fell asleep. My mother noticed this and looked over at me.
"'Tiana love, could you Floo Alexei home for me, the poor dear is exhausted." She said with a kind smile.
"Sure mom, Mr. & Mrs. Malfoy, thank you for having me, dinner was extremely wonderful, it was great to meet you." I said, standing up, and shaking their hands.
"Draco, go with her, she shouldn't go alone at this hour. When Richard and Maria get there, they'll have you come back." Mr. Malfoy said. I smiled, and Draco picked up the boy, and we walked over to the fireplace, stepped in, and went back to the house.
I got there last, and I saw Draco heading up the stairs. We walked up to Alexei's room, and I spelled him into some pajamas, and put him into bed.
"Wanna wait downstairs for me; I just want to change really quickly." I said; and I walked up the flight of stairs to my room. I removed all the makeup, and took the headband out. I straightened the curls, and straight, my hair cascaded to 7 inches below my shoulders. I changed into my red short pajama shorts that showed my legs off, and a black tank top. Before I went out the door, I saw Damien's owl Lucifer at the window, and opened it. I took Lucifer's note off his leg, and let my black owls Luna and Soleil out, giving them both an owl treat. I unrolled the parchment, seeing Damien's untidy scrawl.
Dear Teeny,
It seems strange to be this far from you, but this letter must come, because I can't do this is in person. Living 4,000 miles away isn't good enough for me. I just don't think we can continue being together much longer. I love you, truly I do, but I just can't be this far away from someone I love.
Damien
I looked at the letter in horror. He couldn't do it. We loved each other, we had made love, and he promised me we'd marry some day. I loved him. I sunk onto my bed, shocked, and laid my head down, forgetting my door was open, and Draco was downstairs, and sobbed. I crumpled the letter and threw it on the floor. I heard a knock at my door frame and looked up. It was Draco.
"Can I come in?" he asked politely.
"Yeah, come on in." I said, wiping my tears from my eyes.
"What happened? Because you were taking a little while, and." He said as he picked up the letter, and scanned it.
"I got worried. What a poof." He finished. I laid my head back down, and cried harder.
"But I thought he loved me... sniff. He told me that he loved me...sob." I cried. He walked over and sat down, putting my head in his lap.
"Come on, you know, if he can't treat you well, he doesn't deserve you. I don't either." He said, saying the last part almost silently, but I heard him.
"What did you say?" I asked, looking up at his chiseled face, placing a hand on his well toned stomach.
"That he didn't deserve you." He said, a little too quickly.
"I know that, but what did you say after that?" I posed.
"That I don't deserve you." He said. I smiled.
"Don't say that. Look, let's go downstairs, and I'll explain why I'm so upset. You can fix me some hot chocolate, because you told me it was your specialty." I said with a sweet smile, standing up, and grasped his hand, seeing how well it fit mine.
We talked for around 5 hours, and I fell asleep somewhere during his telling me about Quidditch at school. Don't get me wrong, I was a very good beater, and loved the game, but I was way too tired to stay awake. So I ended up falling asleep, my head on his chest, sitting in his lap. His arm was around my waist in a protective fashion, and I never noticed my parents coming in at 4 in the morning. I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, and I woke up, in his lap. My mom and dad were looking at us in a funny way, and my mom was concealing a smile.
"Draco, wake up." I said, standing up.
"Huh.what?" He said, yawning.
"Time to go home." My mom said, in a kind voice. He stood up, and walked to the fireplace.
"Well, goodnight young Malfoy, we're going to bed. We'll see you on Monday at King's cross." My father said, and they went upstairs, leaving me and Draco alone.
"Well, thanks for listening to me Draco. I really do appreciate it. I'll see you on Monday. Save me a seat will you?" I asked.
"Yeah of course, that is if you don't mind sitting with a couple of baboons." He said with a smile and a yawn.
"Of course not. I'm sure you'll entertain me." I said with a smile, and He pulled me into a hug, and kissed my forehead. I was jumping for joy when he did that, on the inside of course. But I just hugged him back, and he disapparated quickly with a small pop.