A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME
By Kai Naxos
A/N: Okay, this is the first fanfic I've written without the assistance of my "sister" Lorelei Wood. I hope it turns out well, please read & review!!! Anyroad, I'm using a few OC's in this story, which may continue on, may not. I use a lot of Latin words for names, etc, look it up to see a whole different side to the story! Oi, Disregard the fact that my "sisters" and I are totally loony (read Spinning on the High Roof Etiquette by Lorelei Wood), and enjoy the bloody fanfic!!!!
DISCLAIMER: O.K. so none of this belongs to me, except for a few OC's I've interwoven into J.K. Rowling's magical work. Don't sue me for being mad, please. I can't help it.
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CHAPTER ONE: The Boy with the Slick Blond HairAdria Aenigma strode toward the table where the boy with the slick blond hair sat; she had just been sorted into Slytherin. Adria had spotted this mysterious bloke the first time she wandered the halls of the giant castle, and had immediately fallen in love. She was a new 5th Year student at Hogwarts. She was transferred from Pulchritude Academy, because her parents divorced and her father moved away, but forgot it all when she could peer into his beautiful blue eyes. She could feel herself connecting with him inside, and she was sure he felt the same. "Dear God, don't let me trip or do something loony!" Adria finally reached the table in the Great Hall.
Adria appeared slightly shorter than him, and she was full in all the right places. She had black eyes that looked like bottomless pits and straight black hair just above her shoulders that gave her a crown of mystery and darkness. She wore velvety, silky black robes with her name sewn in jade green. She outlined her eyes with black, and sliver and green glitter, surprisingly matching the Slytherin colours. Adria could see that he was somewhat astonished by the look on his face. "Maybe there's hope…"
The only open seat at the table was right next to him. He stood when she approached. "Looks like we've got ourselves a new Slytherin. I'm Draco," he said. "Draco Nyasus Malfoy. And you must be The Prettiest Girl I've Ever Known. I'm guessing you go by another name?" Draco added, whispering into her ear for fear of Crabbe or Goyle overhearing.
Shocked and a bit flattered, Adria answered, "Adria. Adria Faye Aenigma."
"I hope are enjoying this as much as I am, Adria," Draco said, just loud enough for her to hear. Without thinking, she slid her seat as close to him as possible. Then, the dinner appeared on the once empty plates. All the students began eating, and the students became twice as loud as before. But Draco and Adria never said a word. All through the meal they found themselves staring at the other's eyes, Adria at Draco's steel blue pools, Draco at Adria's jet-black abysmal depths. After a while, dinner was over, and it was time for dessert. Loads of ice creams and chocolates and peppermint humbugs appeared on the tables. The vibes between Draco & Adria grew, and they ended up holding hands under the table. Both were silent, and Adria was careful to choose the same candies as Draco.
A/N: Are you getting scared now? Okay, fine, I will stop dinner and take you to the weekend. Yes, she transferred on a Friday. P.S. I must warn you: I tend to be obsessive with black eyeliner. Moving on!
Surprisingly, Adria slept extravagantly well that night, and it probably had something to do with the fact that Draco was just across the dungeon, in the boys' dormitories. She had pleasant dreams about all the time she would be spending around Draco at her new school, instead of her previous nightmares about her parents' divorce, and murder, and fear. She woke early the following morning, before anyone else in the dorms. She quietly dressed, and lined her eyes thickly in black. "I wonder if I should go wake my Draco," she thought.
Adria tiptoed carefully across the common room and into the boys' dorms. Finding Draco's bunk, she paused a moment to admire him in his sleep. She placed her palm over his mouth and whispered in his ear.
"Draco? Draco, get up. It's Adria. Come on now!" she whispered. He woke, surprised at first, but seemed happy to see Adria.
"What is it, love?" he asked. "Is something the matter?"
"No, of course not, it's just… Nobody else is up and I'm feeling a bit lonely." She said to him with fake despair, admiring his six pack as he rose out of bed.
"Run along to the common room, I'll be dressed in a moment." Draco said quietly as to not disturb anyone. Adria left the dormitory and stepped out into the common room. It was very early, and still quite a bit dark. She found a chair that had room for two and sat. After a while, Draco emerged from the dorms.
"Good morning, angel," he said, pausing to stretch, then taking a seat next to her. They hugged, and Adria felt very comfortable in his strong, warm embrace.
"Draco, it's Saturday. We've got no classes. What are we going to do?" she asked him, yawning lightly. There was no such thing as a weekend at Pulchritude, where everything was definitely harder than at Hogwarts. "I never really had a weekend at Pulchritude, and we were never allowed to play Quidditch. I never learned how to properly ride my broomstick."
"You're kidding. No Quidditch?" Draco seemed confused.
"Nope. And I've even got a TrogDor 3000 that I never used." Adria added.
"Blimey! That's the same type of broomstick I've got! My father bought it for me as soon as they released it." Draco gloated. He suggested that they get their brooms and head out to the Pitch.
"The what now?" Adria asked, not knowing much about Quidditch.
"The playing field, love." Draco chuckled. Hand in hand, they walked out to the Quidditch Pitch. The air was a bit cold, and the dew shone on the grass with the first lights of dawn.
Draco and Adria spent an hour and a half out on the Pitch. Adria had picked up all the rules of Quidditch, and, as it turned out, was a much better flier than Draco. He didn't like the idea, so he suggested they go get some breakfast. They put their TrogDor 3000's away and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting in their usual places at the Slytherin table. They were about to ask Draco what was going on, but he gave them both an evil glare and they bit their tongues.
Adria and Draco pleasantly ate their breakfast, holding hands under the table. It was a dream come true for the both of them. But what Draco didn't know was that it was a dream come true for a certain three Gryffindors, and a nightmare for his father…
A/N: You'll notice a lot of the story is in dialogue. I haven't exactly formulated a plot line, so I'm just playing it by ear as if it were real. I hope all the quotey-thingys don't get you as miffed as they do me.
*~*~*~*I will have the next chapters up soon, I promise! Please review! Draco I love you!*~*~*~*
