A Whole New World
Chapter one- The First Impression
An eerie feeling crept up Clarrisa's spine as she steps off the magically drawn carriage. Her shoes made a flopping noise as she made her way up to, what she perceived as a haunting castle. "How dreadful" she murmured as she was being led up and around the hallway to her destination. Not catching her words, the young professor who was leading her began to spoke in a rather cheerful voice. "Well, here we are, at the castle. always nice to feel back at home." Clarrisa barely nodded at his words and kept her head straight forward and her eyes pealed opened as if something or one would jump out and harm her any second. A few moments later, they approached to what looked like from the outside, a cathedral, "The heart of the castle!" The young man smiled as he took her by the elbow and led her in, "The Great Hall actually, I believe its dinner time around now" and with a hungry look, he made his way with her to the front. As soon as the doors opened, she allowed her eyes to wander around the so called Great- Hall. She immediately saw the giant table in the front and its inhabitants, "Must be the staff table" she wondered aloud. But what seemed to have perplexed her most were the four different tables with different colors, what did they resemble? But soon enough she found her answer. An old man with half moon spectacles and a white beard of great length stood up and greeted her as soon as she reached the staff table. "Good evening Miss Buviair, I am the headmaster of this school, Professor Dumbledore as they call me." Clarrisa merely opened her mouth to say good evening when he said "Thank you Professor Goodling, for escorting her safely into our castle, you may return to your duties." He then turned to the crowd of students and started to clear his throat. Clarrisa's eyes opened in horror since she did not want a big official welcome, she did not like the feeling to be stared at. Surely, as soon as Dumbledore cleared his throat and took his fork to his glass and made a clinging noise, all eyes turned her way.
Draco Malfoy was eating his dinner as usual with his Slytherin friends when Pansy Parkinson came over. She nearly bruised Blasie Zabini as she made herself comfortable, placing herself next to Draco. He was grabbing another round of pumpkin juice when Blaise leaned over to whisper something in Draco's ear. "Hey Draco, look at that death look Harry's giving you, he's been at it the whole night! Must be some trick you played on him eh?" He laughed loudly as Pansy forced Blaise back again to his original position, possibly giving him another bruise. "Of course Draco did, he always does" she said with a slight dreamy look on her face. Draco just sat there and smirked when all of a sudden Dumbledore raised his glass. "What's the matter now?" he groaned. "Why does that old kook always have something to say?" Pansy just nodded in his agreement and gazed over at the staff table.
"Harry! Stop it! Concentrate on you meal!" Hermione Granger gently scolded him as she caught Harry staring at Draco the tenth time in a row. "It will only provoke him more, to pull another stunt like that again!" "Oh Hermione! How can you blame him?" Ron Weasly said in between mouthfuls of chicken and a stew of some sort. "Don't worry Harry; I'm 100% behind you even if she's not." Ron pointed an accusing finger at Hermione. "And you call yourself a true friend!" Hermione gave him a sour look and returned to her dinner. Harry finally took his attention off Draco as Dumbledore made a ringing noise with his glass. "Another speech? In the middle of the year?" Hermione suddenly sat up straight and peered over some Gryffindor heads, "I think.. I think we are having a new student!" she reported back immediately after she saw the girl.
Draco looked up, glancing at the staff table as if seeing if he could guess what the matter was and if he could squeeze in a few words here and there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a girl, a girl he had never seen or spoke to before. He slowly examined her up and down as Dumbledore started his speech. "Good evening everyone. I would like to take this moment and introduce a new student. She had just transferred here from our sister school in Salem, in America and will be finishing the rest of her school years here. She will be joining our sixth year students in her new classes and will need some adjustment, as soon as she is sorted, I will kindly ask two students of her grade and house to help her around. So McGonagall, if you please, bring out the Sorting Hat." Draco half heartily listened to Dumbledore as he continued to look at the girl. Her mid-length hair was straight and was let down, her skin was fair, her eyes were gray, yet they had blue flecks in them that brought warmth to her face and, lastly, she carried a confused look. A smile crept onto his lips as she played with her hair nervously. Pansy slapped Draco playfully over the arm and snapped him out of his concentration. "What are you smiling at? She does look like a half blood though, maybe even a muggle" she snorted most annoyingly in Draco's opinion. Blaise suddenly leaned in again and teased, "What are you talking about Pansy? Draco's staring at her, not mocking her! Look at him, he's practically drooling!" Suddenly Pansy veered her head sharply at Draco, "What? You like.HER?! But, she's so, she's so.disgusting!" she managed to spat out. Draco gave Pansy a 'mind-your-own-business' look and returned his attention back to the girl. "I wonder what her name, why didn't Dumbledore say it is?" he wondered aloud. "I told you Pansy, he got the hots for her," he started to laugh as Draco turned a few shades pink. Pansy just sat there angrily as she turned her head down to her food, suddenly fried chicken just seemed so interesting to her. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Professor McGonagall holding the hat in her hands as she motioned for the girl to come forward.
"This is so embarrassing!" she thought to herself as a Professor motioned her over with a ratty old tattered hat. "What is that for?" she asked her once she was asked to sit in a stool. "Clarrisa Monroe Buviair, this is what we call the Sorting Hat. Its purpose is to sort you to the rightfully house you belong in." McGonagall answered. "House? As in where I will be staying?" Clarrisa replied. "No, your house, it's something like a team, a family in which you belong, according to your traits. This hat separates the school into four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. There is a yearly competition amongst the four to win the House Cup. Well, no time to explain now, I'm sure your future housemates will fill you in the details, now, come along." Clarrisa sat down at the stool, being extra cautious as if the chair will collapse on her any second. Miserably, she put on the hat. "Hmmm.. In the middle of the year? Well, ok..Slytherin!" Dumbledore applauded along with the Slytherin table as McGonagall placed the hat away. Clarrisa looked up and saw the table in green exploding in cheers and applauds while some other tables don't look so happy. Dumbledore spoke again, "Good, now that you are sorted, you may go sit with your house mates, but before that, I must ask two students from her house, two sixth years or older, to help her along the school year so her adjustment might be easier. Draco's heart suddenly fastened as his hand slowly rose up, but seemingly, he was two late. Voluntarily, several of his male housemates did the same in a more eagerly fashion. Pansy looked up and glance daggers at all of them then sat there stiffly without raising her hand. "Ahh. this would be hard to choose, let see, Malcolm Baddock and Blasie Zabini. Thank you both for volunteering, now Clarrisa, you may go and start your dinner."
Slowly and awkwardly, she made her way to the Slytherin table; she gazed around at her housemates and noticed quite a few welcoming, almost warm looks. But, one girl, seemed to be glaring at her and shooting her nasty looks. She sighed and sat down next to the two boys who volunteered to be her 'guides.' "Hi, my name is Blaise Zabini and him here is Malcolm Baddock." They both gave her toothy grins as she peered a little behind him, sitting past the girl who kept giving her icy looks, was a boy with light blonde hair, he was.staring at her in the most strangest manner. The second she caught him however, he immediately glanced away. Blaise and Malcolm were telling her something about their quidditch matches and the whole system of house points, but she could not help it but let her mind wander back to the blonde hair boy. Dinner ended abruptly as her intrusion, and before she knew it, she was rushed and led to her dormitory. Malcolm volunteered to take her on a whole tour of the castle tomorrow, and Blaise volunteer for the grounds the next day. They brought her up to the common room, and told her the password, which was "flabberdash." "So," Blaise asked, "What bring you to Hogwarts?" Clarrisa gazed deeply into the fire as she spoke, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "My father, he decided to move since it was best for the business." Then Malcolm asked her how she liked Hogwarts so far, and she replied again, in a short and simple sentence, "Its fine." They were thinking of a few other topics to bring up and make her feel more comfortable when she asked wrinkling her nose, "Where will I be sleeping tonight, certainly not this couch?" "Of course not, we have something called a boys dormitory and a girl's dormitory. You see, the girl's dormitory is right over there, here let me ask Pansy to bring you up." Blaise made a move to walk over to Pansy when Clarrisa put a hand on his arm to stop him. "No, don't ask her, I'll be fine, I could find my way around. Besides, I don't think she likes me too much." As soon as she said that, laughter exploded from Malcolm and Blaise. "That's because the guy she's in love with, Draco, seemed to be in love with you! Couldn't you tell that Draco was staring at you hungry and wide eyed?" Blaise said between fits of laughter, "Man that was some face Pansy had on when she discovered it; she looked even more pug-like than before!" "Yea, and besides, with Draco's haunting eyes staring at you like that, how could you miss it?" Malcolm continued for him. Clarrisa felt her cheeks go warm and muttered something about her being tired and walk quickly into the direction where Blaise had pointed earlier.
Finding her way around was pretty easy, actually, to the girl's dormitory, the real problem came after that. As soon as she reached the beds, she collapsed on one that seemed perfectly emptied and untouched. She quickly found her clothes and changed into her sleep wear and crawled under the covers. Right when she was about half asleep, someone came and woke her up completely. "What in the WORLD do you think you're doing Clarrisa?!" came a voice in the dark. Sitting up and adjusting her eyes to the darkness, Clarrisa replied, "What's the matter? What did I do?" Immediately, Pansy grabbed her by her hair and threw her off the bed, "This is MY bed half blood," she bared her teeth and against the moonlight, she looked somewhat like a lunatic. Clarrisa stammered an apology as she moved to the next one. "That's Millicent's bed. Do you even know where you're sleeping? Maybe you're not supposed to sleep here, you should go to the couches." Clarrisa didn't know how to reply, so she just said the first words that came to her mind, "Well, I just thought that since the bed was clean, that no one touched it, so that it may be mine." Pansy snarled as she spat out her words, full of disgust and hatred, "Have you heard of anything called House Elves? Every heard of the fact that they love to clean? While we are gone? I seriously think that you belong on the couch, here, let me help you." Pansy grabbed Clarrisa by the arm and yanked her out while Clarrisa protested out loud, "But, Blaise, he said that.. This can't be right!" Clarrisa felt anger surging through her as she was being dragged out. From the corner of her eye, Pansy saw lighting struck, "See, even the weather don't want you here, dirty half blood." By this time Clarrisa was really steamed, "Stop calling me a half blood!" She pulled her arm back from Pansy's grasp and shoved Pansy backwards. The movement surprised Pansy, seeing that Clarrisa was not as weak as she looked. Clarrisa turned to look at her once more before she headed out towards the common room, "I can take care of myself, no need for you worry yourself to help me."
Draco came into the common room late that night, later than everyone else, he was at detention again for pulling that stunt on Potter. "It was so worth it though," he thought and silently smiled to himself. As he reached in, Blaise and Malcolm greeted him with butterbeers as they talk about the new girl. "You really like this one, I see, not bad, not bad Malfoy. Looks pretty good to me." Blaise said with an approving smile as he looked up and stared at a painting. Draco smacked him behind the head laughing, "Hey, you're not thinking about her right now are you? Because she's hands off!" "I know, I know, wait, you should have heard her before, she thinks Pansy hates her." Malcolm joined in the conversation and doubled with laughter, "Yeah, we confirmed it. Obviously since Pansy is so in love with you." Blaise choked and said, "Hey, Draco, why don't you just go for Pansy and leave Clarrisa to me." Suddenly Malcolm's face contorted into confusion as he hushed them two. "Shhh... Guys did you hear that? Sounds like screaming from the girl's dormitory.." Draco turned his head to look over in that direction and suddenly sees Clarrisa storming over. Draco's heart stopped for a few moments as she made her way over. Wearing a pink tank top with white puffy clouds and matching bottoms, made her look simply heavenly, he thought. He was still staring at her when she opened her mouth to speak.. "Blaise? I thought that you said everyone gets a bed? Why did that Pansy girl say that I'm supposed to sleep here? She also mentioned that there was no room upstairs." Blaise face turned into a smile and said "All part of jealously my dear, Pansy obviously doesn't want you anywhere near her." Clarrisa's was still in a rage, "Yes, but don't you think this is a little too far? Kind of stupid and petty if you ask me. But I don't even know how to tell if the bed is mine. She just came in and yanked me out of the one I was in." She rubbed her head at the place where Pansy pulled her hard at. Malcolm' eyes went wide opened, "She didn't pull your hair did she? Sounds like a cat fight to me." he smiled pleasingly. Draco suddenly cleared his throat and she noticed him there the first time, "I'm, uh, Draco Malfoy. Well, um, to check if that is your bed, you simply just see if the trunk at the foot of the bed is yours." Blaise smirked at Draco and said, "Nice job telling her about it, even though you're not one of her guides, but yeah, I would feel the need to make it up to her too, since you're the one who caused this whole thing between Pansy and her." He yawns and stretches a bit, "Clarisse, just march your butt up there and tell Pans like it is." "Yeah, hit her if she doesn't comply," Malcolm added laughing at the thought. Clarrisa looked at Draco as he was staring intently at her again, this time, he did not turn away, but burn his deep blue eyes into hers. Shaking her head slightly, falling out of the daze, she said, "Right, I should get some sleep, and umm by the way," she turned to Draco, " My name is Clarrisa Buviair, good night." With a slight pause, she quickly turned up to the dormitory as Draco smiled to himself. Blaise and Malcolm were, however in mocked outrage, "How come she only said goodnight to you Draco? We are her guides! How come we don't get a goodnight! We should in fact get at least a goodnight kiss!" That only made Draco smiled wider and he walked off into the boy's dormitory.
Clarrisa made her way to the girl's dormitory, once again like before, but this time, oddly, something was different. The bed that she was kicked out of before was emptied, and Pansy was on the other side of the bed, sitting. Coolly, she began to speak, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was mistaken, the bed was yours after all, your trunk was at the end of it. How stupid of me, honestly now." She put on a fake smile with fake innocence at that too. "But I guess you found out from the boys already, oh well. One thing though I forgot to tell you, you see, the guys might be drooling all over you, but, you know what? I'm one that can see through your ways, you dirty, filthily, ." "Just shut up ok, Pansy? I know you hate me, I bet I know why too. But, I don't really care about what you have to say. Now excuse me, I hate to loose beauty sleep." Clarrisa interrupted Pansy at mid- thought. Pansy eyes enlarged with rage, "Why you.." But Clarrisa interrupted her again before she was finished, "Oh, and Pans, what do you think of the Draco guy? Kept staring at me the whole night to tell you the truth. And quite frankly, I don't think he's that bad.." Her voice trailed off to a silent smirk as she hears Pansy muttering and fuming to herself. Clarrisa smiled herself to sleep that night, and dreamt of a pair of deep blue eyes.
Chapter one- The First Impression
An eerie feeling crept up Clarrisa's spine as she steps off the magically drawn carriage. Her shoes made a flopping noise as she made her way up to, what she perceived as a haunting castle. "How dreadful" she murmured as she was being led up and around the hallway to her destination. Not catching her words, the young professor who was leading her began to spoke in a rather cheerful voice. "Well, here we are, at the castle. always nice to feel back at home." Clarrisa barely nodded at his words and kept her head straight forward and her eyes pealed opened as if something or one would jump out and harm her any second. A few moments later, they approached to what looked like from the outside, a cathedral, "The heart of the castle!" The young man smiled as he took her by the elbow and led her in, "The Great Hall actually, I believe its dinner time around now" and with a hungry look, he made his way with her to the front. As soon as the doors opened, she allowed her eyes to wander around the so called Great- Hall. She immediately saw the giant table in the front and its inhabitants, "Must be the staff table" she wondered aloud. But what seemed to have perplexed her most were the four different tables with different colors, what did they resemble? But soon enough she found her answer. An old man with half moon spectacles and a white beard of great length stood up and greeted her as soon as she reached the staff table. "Good evening Miss Buviair, I am the headmaster of this school, Professor Dumbledore as they call me." Clarrisa merely opened her mouth to say good evening when he said "Thank you Professor Goodling, for escorting her safely into our castle, you may return to your duties." He then turned to the crowd of students and started to clear his throat. Clarrisa's eyes opened in horror since she did not want a big official welcome, she did not like the feeling to be stared at. Surely, as soon as Dumbledore cleared his throat and took his fork to his glass and made a clinging noise, all eyes turned her way.
Draco Malfoy was eating his dinner as usual with his Slytherin friends when Pansy Parkinson came over. She nearly bruised Blasie Zabini as she made herself comfortable, placing herself next to Draco. He was grabbing another round of pumpkin juice when Blaise leaned over to whisper something in Draco's ear. "Hey Draco, look at that death look Harry's giving you, he's been at it the whole night! Must be some trick you played on him eh?" He laughed loudly as Pansy forced Blaise back again to his original position, possibly giving him another bruise. "Of course Draco did, he always does" she said with a slight dreamy look on her face. Draco just sat there and smirked when all of a sudden Dumbledore raised his glass. "What's the matter now?" he groaned. "Why does that old kook always have something to say?" Pansy just nodded in his agreement and gazed over at the staff table.
"Harry! Stop it! Concentrate on you meal!" Hermione Granger gently scolded him as she caught Harry staring at Draco the tenth time in a row. "It will only provoke him more, to pull another stunt like that again!" "Oh Hermione! How can you blame him?" Ron Weasly said in between mouthfuls of chicken and a stew of some sort. "Don't worry Harry; I'm 100% behind you even if she's not." Ron pointed an accusing finger at Hermione. "And you call yourself a true friend!" Hermione gave him a sour look and returned to her dinner. Harry finally took his attention off Draco as Dumbledore made a ringing noise with his glass. "Another speech? In the middle of the year?" Hermione suddenly sat up straight and peered over some Gryffindor heads, "I think.. I think we are having a new student!" she reported back immediately after she saw the girl.
Draco looked up, glancing at the staff table as if seeing if he could guess what the matter was and if he could squeeze in a few words here and there. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a girl, a girl he had never seen or spoke to before. He slowly examined her up and down as Dumbledore started his speech. "Good evening everyone. I would like to take this moment and introduce a new student. She had just transferred here from our sister school in Salem, in America and will be finishing the rest of her school years here. She will be joining our sixth year students in her new classes and will need some adjustment, as soon as she is sorted, I will kindly ask two students of her grade and house to help her around. So McGonagall, if you please, bring out the Sorting Hat." Draco half heartily listened to Dumbledore as he continued to look at the girl. Her mid-length hair was straight and was let down, her skin was fair, her eyes were gray, yet they had blue flecks in them that brought warmth to her face and, lastly, she carried a confused look. A smile crept onto his lips as she played with her hair nervously. Pansy slapped Draco playfully over the arm and snapped him out of his concentration. "What are you smiling at? She does look like a half blood though, maybe even a muggle" she snorted most annoyingly in Draco's opinion. Blaise suddenly leaned in again and teased, "What are you talking about Pansy? Draco's staring at her, not mocking her! Look at him, he's practically drooling!" Suddenly Pansy veered her head sharply at Draco, "What? You like.HER?! But, she's so, she's so.disgusting!" she managed to spat out. Draco gave Pansy a 'mind-your-own-business' look and returned his attention back to the girl. "I wonder what her name, why didn't Dumbledore say it is?" he wondered aloud. "I told you Pansy, he got the hots for her," he started to laugh as Draco turned a few shades pink. Pansy just sat there angrily as she turned her head down to her food, suddenly fried chicken just seemed so interesting to her. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Professor McGonagall holding the hat in her hands as she motioned for the girl to come forward.
"This is so embarrassing!" she thought to herself as a Professor motioned her over with a ratty old tattered hat. "What is that for?" she asked her once she was asked to sit in a stool. "Clarrisa Monroe Buviair, this is what we call the Sorting Hat. Its purpose is to sort you to the rightfully house you belong in." McGonagall answered. "House? As in where I will be staying?" Clarrisa replied. "No, your house, it's something like a team, a family in which you belong, according to your traits. This hat separates the school into four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. There is a yearly competition amongst the four to win the House Cup. Well, no time to explain now, I'm sure your future housemates will fill you in the details, now, come along." Clarrisa sat down at the stool, being extra cautious as if the chair will collapse on her any second. Miserably, she put on the hat. "Hmmm.. In the middle of the year? Well, ok..Slytherin!" Dumbledore applauded along with the Slytherin table as McGonagall placed the hat away. Clarrisa looked up and saw the table in green exploding in cheers and applauds while some other tables don't look so happy. Dumbledore spoke again, "Good, now that you are sorted, you may go sit with your house mates, but before that, I must ask two students from her house, two sixth years or older, to help her along the school year so her adjustment might be easier. Draco's heart suddenly fastened as his hand slowly rose up, but seemingly, he was two late. Voluntarily, several of his male housemates did the same in a more eagerly fashion. Pansy looked up and glance daggers at all of them then sat there stiffly without raising her hand. "Ahh. this would be hard to choose, let see, Malcolm Baddock and Blasie Zabini. Thank you both for volunteering, now Clarrisa, you may go and start your dinner."
Slowly and awkwardly, she made her way to the Slytherin table; she gazed around at her housemates and noticed quite a few welcoming, almost warm looks. But, one girl, seemed to be glaring at her and shooting her nasty looks. She sighed and sat down next to the two boys who volunteered to be her 'guides.' "Hi, my name is Blaise Zabini and him here is Malcolm Baddock." They both gave her toothy grins as she peered a little behind him, sitting past the girl who kept giving her icy looks, was a boy with light blonde hair, he was.staring at her in the most strangest manner. The second she caught him however, he immediately glanced away. Blaise and Malcolm were telling her something about their quidditch matches and the whole system of house points, but she could not help it but let her mind wander back to the blonde hair boy. Dinner ended abruptly as her intrusion, and before she knew it, she was rushed and led to her dormitory. Malcolm volunteered to take her on a whole tour of the castle tomorrow, and Blaise volunteer for the grounds the next day. They brought her up to the common room, and told her the password, which was "flabberdash." "So," Blaise asked, "What bring you to Hogwarts?" Clarrisa gazed deeply into the fire as she spoke, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, "My father, he decided to move since it was best for the business." Then Malcolm asked her how she liked Hogwarts so far, and she replied again, in a short and simple sentence, "Its fine." They were thinking of a few other topics to bring up and make her feel more comfortable when she asked wrinkling her nose, "Where will I be sleeping tonight, certainly not this couch?" "Of course not, we have something called a boys dormitory and a girl's dormitory. You see, the girl's dormitory is right over there, here let me ask Pansy to bring you up." Blaise made a move to walk over to Pansy when Clarrisa put a hand on his arm to stop him. "No, don't ask her, I'll be fine, I could find my way around. Besides, I don't think she likes me too much." As soon as she said that, laughter exploded from Malcolm and Blaise. "That's because the guy she's in love with, Draco, seemed to be in love with you! Couldn't you tell that Draco was staring at you hungry and wide eyed?" Blaise said between fits of laughter, "Man that was some face Pansy had on when she discovered it; she looked even more pug-like than before!" "Yea, and besides, with Draco's haunting eyes staring at you like that, how could you miss it?" Malcolm continued for him. Clarrisa felt her cheeks go warm and muttered something about her being tired and walk quickly into the direction where Blaise had pointed earlier.
Finding her way around was pretty easy, actually, to the girl's dormitory, the real problem came after that. As soon as she reached the beds, she collapsed on one that seemed perfectly emptied and untouched. She quickly found her clothes and changed into her sleep wear and crawled under the covers. Right when she was about half asleep, someone came and woke her up completely. "What in the WORLD do you think you're doing Clarrisa?!" came a voice in the dark. Sitting up and adjusting her eyes to the darkness, Clarrisa replied, "What's the matter? What did I do?" Immediately, Pansy grabbed her by her hair and threw her off the bed, "This is MY bed half blood," she bared her teeth and against the moonlight, she looked somewhat like a lunatic. Clarrisa stammered an apology as she moved to the next one. "That's Millicent's bed. Do you even know where you're sleeping? Maybe you're not supposed to sleep here, you should go to the couches." Clarrisa didn't know how to reply, so she just said the first words that came to her mind, "Well, I just thought that since the bed was clean, that no one touched it, so that it may be mine." Pansy snarled as she spat out her words, full of disgust and hatred, "Have you heard of anything called House Elves? Every heard of the fact that they love to clean? While we are gone? I seriously think that you belong on the couch, here, let me help you." Pansy grabbed Clarrisa by the arm and yanked her out while Clarrisa protested out loud, "But, Blaise, he said that.. This can't be right!" Clarrisa felt anger surging through her as she was being dragged out. From the corner of her eye, Pansy saw lighting struck, "See, even the weather don't want you here, dirty half blood." By this time Clarrisa was really steamed, "Stop calling me a half blood!" She pulled her arm back from Pansy's grasp and shoved Pansy backwards. The movement surprised Pansy, seeing that Clarrisa was not as weak as she looked. Clarrisa turned to look at her once more before she headed out towards the common room, "I can take care of myself, no need for you worry yourself to help me."
Draco came into the common room late that night, later than everyone else, he was at detention again for pulling that stunt on Potter. "It was so worth it though," he thought and silently smiled to himself. As he reached in, Blaise and Malcolm greeted him with butterbeers as they talk about the new girl. "You really like this one, I see, not bad, not bad Malfoy. Looks pretty good to me." Blaise said with an approving smile as he looked up and stared at a painting. Draco smacked him behind the head laughing, "Hey, you're not thinking about her right now are you? Because she's hands off!" "I know, I know, wait, you should have heard her before, she thinks Pansy hates her." Malcolm joined in the conversation and doubled with laughter, "Yeah, we confirmed it. Obviously since Pansy is so in love with you." Blaise choked and said, "Hey, Draco, why don't you just go for Pansy and leave Clarrisa to me." Suddenly Malcolm's face contorted into confusion as he hushed them two. "Shhh... Guys did you hear that? Sounds like screaming from the girl's dormitory.." Draco turned his head to look over in that direction and suddenly sees Clarrisa storming over. Draco's heart stopped for a few moments as she made her way over. Wearing a pink tank top with white puffy clouds and matching bottoms, made her look simply heavenly, he thought. He was still staring at her when she opened her mouth to speak.. "Blaise? I thought that you said everyone gets a bed? Why did that Pansy girl say that I'm supposed to sleep here? She also mentioned that there was no room upstairs." Blaise face turned into a smile and said "All part of jealously my dear, Pansy obviously doesn't want you anywhere near her." Clarrisa's was still in a rage, "Yes, but don't you think this is a little too far? Kind of stupid and petty if you ask me. But I don't even know how to tell if the bed is mine. She just came in and yanked me out of the one I was in." She rubbed her head at the place where Pansy pulled her hard at. Malcolm' eyes went wide opened, "She didn't pull your hair did she? Sounds like a cat fight to me." he smiled pleasingly. Draco suddenly cleared his throat and she noticed him there the first time, "I'm, uh, Draco Malfoy. Well, um, to check if that is your bed, you simply just see if the trunk at the foot of the bed is yours." Blaise smirked at Draco and said, "Nice job telling her about it, even though you're not one of her guides, but yeah, I would feel the need to make it up to her too, since you're the one who caused this whole thing between Pansy and her." He yawns and stretches a bit, "Clarisse, just march your butt up there and tell Pans like it is." "Yeah, hit her if she doesn't comply," Malcolm added laughing at the thought. Clarrisa looked at Draco as he was staring intently at her again, this time, he did not turn away, but burn his deep blue eyes into hers. Shaking her head slightly, falling out of the daze, she said, "Right, I should get some sleep, and umm by the way," she turned to Draco, " My name is Clarrisa Buviair, good night." With a slight pause, she quickly turned up to the dormitory as Draco smiled to himself. Blaise and Malcolm were, however in mocked outrage, "How come she only said goodnight to you Draco? We are her guides! How come we don't get a goodnight! We should in fact get at least a goodnight kiss!" That only made Draco smiled wider and he walked off into the boy's dormitory.
Clarrisa made her way to the girl's dormitory, once again like before, but this time, oddly, something was different. The bed that she was kicked out of before was emptied, and Pansy was on the other side of the bed, sitting. Coolly, she began to speak, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was mistaken, the bed was yours after all, your trunk was at the end of it. How stupid of me, honestly now." She put on a fake smile with fake innocence at that too. "But I guess you found out from the boys already, oh well. One thing though I forgot to tell you, you see, the guys might be drooling all over you, but, you know what? I'm one that can see through your ways, you dirty, filthily, ." "Just shut up ok, Pansy? I know you hate me, I bet I know why too. But, I don't really care about what you have to say. Now excuse me, I hate to loose beauty sleep." Clarrisa interrupted Pansy at mid- thought. Pansy eyes enlarged with rage, "Why you.." But Clarrisa interrupted her again before she was finished, "Oh, and Pans, what do you think of the Draco guy? Kept staring at me the whole night to tell you the truth. And quite frankly, I don't think he's that bad.." Her voice trailed off to a silent smirk as she hears Pansy muttering and fuming to herself. Clarrisa smiled herself to sleep that night, and dreamt of a pair of deep blue eyes.