Disclaimer: I only own that Rowling does not.
Today I was attending into the best magic school there is; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had just arrived; extremely late, only because I found the letter in my parent's closet, sent to me when I was eleven, I am now 16 and I, as of now, was attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Don't get me wrong, I loved Beauxbatons but if I was meant to be in Hogwarts then I was meant to be in Hogwarts no doubt about it. Dumbledore and I had just apparated into his office. While I was walking to sit on a chair, Dumbledore went to his wall and removed an old grungy looking hat off the wall and placed it onto my head and it seemed to come alive…
"A new student, ahh, very bright, able to achieve great things, has a wild past, hmmm. Has potential. I know where you belong! Slytherin!"The hat said with such certainty that is scared me a little. Dumbledore called a girl from Slytherin to take me to my sorted house and room where I'll be staying for the next couple years that I'll be attending Hogwarts.
"Now Miss Wessels I know you've gotten into some trouble at Beauxbatons lately and I just want to let you know that such nonsense like this will not be tolerated. I am giving you a fresh start; now just don't make me wish I didn't." That was all he said about my history at Beauxbatons? Wow, he must want me at his school.
A light rap at the door and with a flick of his wrist the door opened up and a girl with short black hair, not much shorter than me came in, she introduced herself as Pansy Parkinson. She seemed to hold herself very regal, like she was better than everyone else. I scanned her features, she wasn't so hard to look at, and she does remind me of one of those dogs that looked like they've been punched in the face. A pug I believe muggles call them
"Yes headmaster?" Pansy asked, looking at him, then at me.
"Pansy this is Lauren Wessels, and Lauren this is Pansy Parkinson. Pansy, I want you to take Lauren here up to her room in Slytherin, and please make her feel welcome! Good evening Lauren, I expect to see you this evening for Supper." I picked up my two suitcases and followed Pansy.
When I was walking to the Slytherin common room I noticed how the other houses dressed, gold's with reds, greens with silvers, different hues of blue and different tones of yellow, just as I remembered it while visiting last year for the Triwizard Tournament, where that poor Diggory boy died. This placed seemed very clique-y, I don't really mind much, at my old school, I was part of the in-crowd, and how I'll fit in here will be difficult. I followed Pansy through the Slytherin common room and up to the girl's dormitory. The room she led me to was empty, there were only four beds in this room and none of them had been claimed by people. Was I the only one to occupy this room? Now I wonder how my Slytherin robes will look on me once I've changed into them…I don't really know how green and silver will either compliment me, or make me look horrible.
"Is there no one else in this room?" I asked setting my suitcase by a random bed. It's not like I had to claim a bed, no one probably is here to claim them.
"No, this room is all for you. I'm kind of jealous; no one ever had the opportunity to have a whole room to themselves. You're lucky. Oh and Lauren one more thing, stay away from Draco, he's mine." And with that she shut the door behind her and left me to myself.
In the meantime, familiarized myself with my, now empty, room and changed into the robes that were laid out in front of me before I even stepped foot outside. I took a look into the mirror that was mounted to the back of the door, the green and silver rather complimented my pale skin and red hair, bringing out me blue eyes. But before I could reach for the doorknob, there was a light rapping at my door, I took a few seconds and slowly opened the door to see a different girl with long dark ebony hair, reaching just past her shoulders, slender face, and hard, icy like grey eyes. She held herself much like Pansy had, it must have to be something to do with this house, or it's just the people in it.
"Can I help you?" I ask, after a couple seconds of silence
"Hi, I'm Daphne Greengrass, Pansy just called me to get your for dinner in the great hall. Come, before we lose any points!" She grabbed my hand roughly and dragged me down the stairs, fast.
I stumbled a little bit when I got to the bottom, getting a few snickers from other boys and girls, all but one boy with bleach blond hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen, more blue than mine even. We briefly made eye contact prior being led to the main hall, I didn't really know where it was but I just followed the majority of the kids, hoping they were leading me to the right place. We reached the room in no time, it was a lot bigger than I expected, but if it needed to have enough room for a couple hundred students then it would need to be huge.
The room has long wooden tables with two equally long benches; there were four of them, one for each house. I followed Pansy, Daphne and the blonde haired boy to the table to the furthest left. I just kind of stood there while Pansy sat there with the blond boy across from her. Pansy was just about to speak but the boy cut her off, Pansy gave him a glare, but he kept talking.
"Come sit, what is your name?" He asked it seemed like the only somewhat nice person yet here at Hogwarts.
"Lauren Wessels and you are?" I reply, feeling kind of awkward and uncomfortable, with some eyes looking at me, while I sat down next to Pansy, she looked as if she were bubbling with madness and was about to burst at any moment.
"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy and it's a pleasure to meet you Lauren." Pansy was still glaring at him but it seemed that he didn't really care if she was mad or not. Or even jealous maybe. I can see why she would be jealous and told me to stay away, he must be a real catch and Pansy obviously saw me as a threat to a possible relationship she might have with him.
"Like-wise." Was all I said to him and any previous conversation there may be vanished. Pansy seemed to like that we stopped talking.
After all the students had entered the hall, the teachers began to fill their seats at the front. The headmaster came in last, after all the teachers were seated. Dumbledore did a small speech and introduced a new teacher by the name of Dolores Umbridge as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. This woman was dressed from head to toe in a bubble-gum pink dress and sweater; her face also reminded me of a toad. Is it me or do most people here have resemblances to animals? Dumbledore waved his hand and food magically appeared on the tables. A tiny gasp left my lips, which caught the attention of Daphne, Pansy and Draco, their heads turned, looking at me.
"Have you never seen magic?" Draco asked; grabbing some mashed potatoes onto his plate.
"Actually no, I haven't. My old school had never let us use magic like this, we mostly studied theories, but never actually tried." I say, Draco's eyes darken a bit but never left mine.
"Are you sure you're not a pureblood? And where did you used to attend? Because I'd know if I've seen you around." He asked like it was the most important thing in the world, maybe to him it is. But I don't see how blood status had anything to do with it when you attended Magic schools.
"I am a pureblood, mixed with a little Veela for your information. After I found my Hogwarts acceptance letter hidden in a closet, I confronted my parents about it asking if they knew about this and all sorts of questions. They told me that they wanted me to attend Beauxbatons instead of here. I didn't take it quite well but after some therapy, I've come to terms with it and I now want to be a part of this school." I finish with a deep exhale and see Draco's eyes relax, knowing I was a pureblood. Could this boy be more concerned about blood status?
"So your parents gave up a life for you here and sent you there?" Pansy asked in a condescending tone in her voice wasn't that hard to catch.
"They told me stories about Hogwarts being the school of most Death Eaters, and they didn't want that for me, no matter how loyal they are to the Dark Lord still. So they sent me to Beauxbatons for four years and two weeks ago I found my Hogwarts letter in their closet in a file with my name on it." I don't think I really talked about this this much even to my therapist…
After that looking down, I looked back up to see Draco looking at me nervously, while Pansy and Daphne just looked at me with blank stares on their faces. Draco looks like he knew what I was talking about but I'm not that sure if that was truly it.
"Do you have any questions?" I ask to the three, snapping Draco back into focus, taking a deep breath.
"You accent is definitely European, but what country?" Daphne asked as if everything I said was all in my head.
"Oh, I'm Dutch, but I'm learning to speak English fluently and I speak French fluently. J'espère ne pas vous perdre en chemin*." I half smile not really being all that into it.
"That's pretty cool," Daphne had said, now that surprised me. I didn't think she really liked me by the way she grabbed me earlier.
"What did you just say? In French?" Draco asked.
"I said: I hope not to lose you along the way." I smiled, maybe knowing two foreign languages to them will be hard if I just start babbling in French or Dutch from the blue.
The rest of the day was quiet, I didn't really talk to anyone and no one really talked to me so it was a win/win situation. After dinner all the kids wanted to have a party in the common room, but I decided to skip the festivities and unpack my things, which didn't last for long when someone knocked on that door for the second time today. I walked around my bed, expecting to see Pansy or Daphne but I saw Draco, looking a little annoyed.
"Hi Draco, is everything alright?" I asked, opening my door to let him through. Pansy's words from earlier were still there but were not forgotten
"Oh, it's just that Pansy is getting on my nerves, it's like she just doesn'tleave me alone." He said walking through, pacing a little.
Remembering what Pansy had said to me earlier about staying away from him, I told him I couldn't see him.
"Why? Did someone tell you, you cannot talk to me?" He looked at me for a moment, "Pansy can't tell you who you can or can't talk to!" Now he was just getting mad, I don't like mad.
I walked up to Draco and put a calming hand on his shoulder and he immediately relaxed into my touch like he had a spell on him. He just looked at me but didn't say anything. I asked him why he looked so nervous after I had mentioned the Dark Lord at dinner.
"Oh, uhm, yeah, about that," now he just looked down and was, if not more, nervous than he did at dinner.
"You can tell me you know, I won't judge. And with all the stuff that's being thrown at my direction lately is probably not going to scare me away or think less of you." I said in a light, carefree voice, and I meant every word. Nothing he could say right now would scare me even though I've only known him less than two hours, I trust him, which is rare for me towards other people I meet.
"Okay, but you promise not to freak out after I say?" I just nodded and he began to continue. "My family is like yours, I mean, they have affiliations with the Dark Lord, as you know, his henchmen that serve him are called Death Eaters, and when I become of age I'm going to be one. I haven't but a choice." When he said he was going to be a worker for the Dark Lord he said it like he wanted to be one and that he wasn't scared but I knew that somewhere inside of him was scared to be a Death Eater but I wouldn't pry on that just yet.
"See? I'm not freaking out but it looks like you will…" I put both my hands on his shoulders and look at him straight in his eye, concerned. "I admit that that is a real shock, but I don't look at you less because he's going to collect you. I find it really sad actually." His reaction to that last statement made me realize I had said the wrong thing.
"Sad? You pity me? I don't need you to pity me! I'm Draco Malfoy, no one pities me; everyone wants to be me!" Now he was angry, I need to calm him down.
"Hey! You know what? It better to feel pitied by a stranger than your friends going 'ha ha' or 'sucker' because then they don't care about your well-being or feelings. So don't give me that shit." I say back with just as much anger I could muster.
Draco was quite shocked at my words. I guess no one really raised their voice to him ever. Well I don't care; he needed to be put in his place. If I was going to argue with Draco then I needed a drink and something with an edge. I guess it was a good thing I packed my stash and no one checked my bags upon entering this school.
I walked away from him, and to a loose board I found in the floor earlier and popped it out and reached for the bottle of firewhiskey. I pulled out the bottle with the familiar red label on it. Draco just looked at me as I opened the bottle and took a swig of the whiskey; I let it burn my chest, it left normal almost; like it was meant to be there.
"What in the world are you doing?" He asked taking a few hesitant steps toward me.
"This," I pointed at the bottle, "is Firewhiskey, wizard alcohol. Have you never had any before?" I asked him, slowly feeling the effects of drink spreading its love all around me.
"No not Firewhiskey. I've only really ever had was Butterbeer and that isn't really that good actually." He said kind of shy that he's never had it. Well this is will be another person I introduce my friend to.
I hand him the bottle, silently telling him to try it. He took the bottle from me, bringing it up to his nose to sniff it. This special Firewhiskey doesn't have a smell…but it was kind of cute that he did smell it. He timidly put the bottle against his lips and tipped his head back, taking a small sip. But because he hadn't had it before I started to cough but didn't spit it out. I giggled at him hoping he wouldn't notice but he did.
Draco gave the glass bottle back to me and I took a bigger sip, feeling the burning sensation all over again warm my chest. Even with alcohol in my system I didn't fail to hear someone walking up the steps toward my door, I quickly screwed the cap back on and hid it back under the floorboard just in time to see Pansy throw the door open, her smile disappearing as she took in the picture before her.
"Draco? Lauren? What in God's name are you two doing? I've been looking all over for you, Draco! And Lauren, I told you to stay away from him!" Her voice raised an octave with every syllable she spoke.
Draco slowly walked toward Pansy, anger become more prominent of his face with every word she spoke. I could feel the atmosphere in the room shift with the feelings also changing.
"Pansy Parkinson! Do not tell her to stay away from me! If I want to hang out with her then I will! I absolutely do NOT need YOUR permission, and neither does she! She can speak to whomever she likes. Now apologize or get out and no longer call yourself a friend of Draco Malfoy's." I silently cheered him on, but he was making her choose between her friendships with him and that wasn't entirely fair to her.
"Draco…are you actually asking me to apologize? Well you are sadly mistaken, I, Pansy Parkinson would and never will apologize for telling that little slut to stay away from what's mine." She said firmly, folding her arms, trying to make her intimidating.
Draco didn't have time to react, for I was already walking to punch that pug faced twat straight in the jaw, and successfully accomplished that task with a Cheshire cat grin on my face. Pansy straightened up and jumped on me, her efforts were ill so I wasn't surprised when she tried to attack me, only hurting her in the process. It was so easy to block all her shots and get some of my hits in, but it all stopped with Draco pulling Pansy off of me and throwing her to someone in the group that had formed in the doorway.
After Draco shoo-ed the crowd away, he came and sat on the bed, looking at me while, before popping the floorboard open, taking my hidden Firewhiskey out again, twisting the cap off, taking a long swig of it before handing it to me.
"Thanks," I murmured. Sitting at the vanity, brushing out the mess Pansy had made, trying to attack me. I had a cut on my cheek from her hand and a sip of firewhiskey made the dull pain even duller. I pulled out my wand and held it to my face, muttering a healing spell, closing up the cut, leaving without a scar.
"If you went to Beauxbatons, wouldn't you be a good little girl everyone thinks you are?" Draco asked, looking into my reflection in the mirror.
"Well, I decided to come here because I was getting very angry with that school and I was getting in detention almost in every class, so much that it once conflicted with all my classes, and I've been on my last warning for some time now. I was glad that Dumbledore gave me a clean slate." I say walking around to my luggage, pulling out my pyjamas, walking behind my screen and getting dressed still talking to Draco without having to leave. Draco cleared his throat; he obviously was never in the same room with a girl as she changed. This made me happy in a way but funny also. I would have thought he's been at least with a girl. But I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.
"Were you here last year for the Triwizard Tournament?" Draco asked, playing with the hem of my blanket.
"Yes I was, but I was in a very bad place mentally at the time, a topic for another time. But yeah, I was really good friends with Fleur Delacour then, I was a part of that big in-crowd at the time." I walked around the screen, moving to sit in the middle of the bed.
For the rest of the night we spent talking about our interests and hobbies. Draco told me about Hogwarts and how he liked the school, and he told me about how much he disliked Harry "Saint" Potter as he put it. Further into the night Draco and I fell asleep on my bed. I awoke sometime during the night, he was still sleeping so I pulled a blanket off another bed and draped it over us. At this, Draco moved, pulling me into him, his arms securing me to his hard chest. After a few minutes of trying to move, and him only tightening his grip, I gave up and fell sleep faster than you could say my name.
A/N: This is my first HP fanfic. There are two vague plots in my head so far but I'm not sure which one I want to approach or continue. So what do you think? Is it decent enough for me to post a second chapter? Any mistakes I need to fix?
* J'espère ne pas vous perdre en chemin. = I hope not to lose you along the way.