Dark: Oye. Me back. & 2 stay. 4 good, I hope. Re-posting H2G as well, obviously. I'll b updating this fic once a week, every Sunday, so yeah. Also, this is complete. The week in-between will b given 4 reviews, if u plz. Enjoy.
Summary:
There's a thin line between Love and Hate... She's all alone, alone in a foreign place, she knows she needs him... will she follow her friends' advice? Or fall in love with her enemy? She is alone in the world; she is Iris Koltchak... Draco/OC
She is responsible to fill her best friend of the danger she's in from the students of Slytherin House... She is supposed to be the brains, to be calm and wise. But when the heart speaks, will she be able to fulfil her roles? How can she say to her friend that the devil itself is interested in her? And how can she make the school believe her when she says they are all in terrible danger? She needs love, she is Tenebrae Dumbledore… Harry/OC
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the HP universe, but all the characters u dun recognize. Any weird spells r my creation as well, so no stealing. Ten belongs to Tenebrae Rosa, as well as her family's nature's idea. No stealing that either.
Italics - thoughts
"..." - speaking
Prologue... Getting to know each other...
She was on the train, looking at the rain falling heavily on the window. She was a stranger here; she did not want to be here.
She felt her best friend's stare on her. She knew why she was so worried about her. She has been annoyingly quiet through the entire trip, even while they changed to their robes. Within ten minutes they would arrive. Soon... Soon, I'll meet my home for the rest of this year... she thought bitterly. She hated being restrained to one place. She needed to be free, to walk around...
"Iris?" Ten finally asked. Her friend wasn't normal, not at all. If Iris was quiet, she was angry. She also knew the reason why she was that angry. Iris was an independent girl, not used to go to private schools or twist her attitude to obey the rules. No. Her family had soon discovered she was not a cute little child, and put her into an abbey. Typical... Said abbey happened to keep witches and wizards at a tender age to train them into Dark Arts teaching. It was when Albus Dumbledore found out. He helped her get her out of there when she was eleven, but the damage was done. Iris never returned to normal again, just a shadow of the little curious girl she once was. For five years she learned everything about Magic a witch her age should, living in Ten's house. Hogwarts' teachers came everyday to help her. As the sixth year approached, Dumbledore thought it would be time for her to join the school community, for her to socialize more. She was already sorted to Slytherin House, like herself. And here she was.
Beautiful, but haunted silvery blue eyes enlightened her slightly tanned features, her hair so black that put the midnight sky to shame, only the dark red tips to make something so dark a bit happier. And of course, she was everything a guy can want in a girl... "Iris, you okay?"
"Huh?" Iris tore her gaze from the seemingly angered nature outside to focus on her auburn-haired friend, "Me? I'm fine.."
"You seem... too quiet... if you know what I mean."
Iris frowned slightly, "How would you feel if you were in my place, Ten? You know what happened to me... It isn't for the fact my family abandoned me or that I learned Dark Arts since I was five or that Muggles almost killed me... You know.. what... he... did. That's the thing. I've heard he comes to see all Slytherin's Quidditch games, so I'm not properly happy..."
Ten sighed, her eyes saddening. She knew it all too well... "Yes, I know what Malfoy did to you... but he won't hurt you anymore, I have friends who-"
"Damn it, Ten! His fucking son will be there!"
"If I were you," Ten raised her voice just enough to cut off the outburst that would surely continue from the lashing silver-eyed beauty's mouth if she didn't intervene soon, "I wouldn't say that to Draco Malfoy. I agree he's arrogant, a prick, an insufferable git, but he's nothing like his father. He would kill himself if that ever happened."
Iris snorted softly, as the train came to a stop, "Yeah, right..."
They climbed down the red train and stepped into the squishy wet grass. They walked to the last carriage, pulled by those strange reptile/dragon/equine creatures. Thestrals, by name. Outside said carriage, there were five boys and one girl.
The breath in Iris' throat hitched. Silver-blond hair, grey emotionless eyes, pointy face... a Malfoy. A copy of Lucius Malfoy, only younger and his hair was shorter, but almost as tall. Draco Malfoy. Damn it for being sorted into Slytherin house because of her bad ass attitude, not so honest ideas and sneaky ways.
The group of two boys and one girl were, of course, the Golden Trio of Gryffindor, and the other two boys, one at each side of Malfoy, were Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. They were discussing who would ride on the last carriage and who would go on foot.
"No way! It's raining, Weasel, there's no way in hell I'll go to that stupid school on foot, just to arrive all wet!"
"Well, guess what, that's your problem, you prick! We could care less about what you think!"
Tired of listening to their whining, Iris grabbed Ten's arm and dragged her along, through the middle of the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's, opening the door and entering the carriage. She sat on the farthest side, leaning against the cushions. I'm tired and I feel the beginning of a head-ache; all I want is some sleep and quiet. Is it asking too damn much? Unfortunately, it seems it is, because Dumbledore still wants to present me to everyone... She rolled her eyes at the irony.
Ten looked at her. She seems tired... But.. I can't just leave them outside! It's raining a lot... She opened the door again, "Hey, come inside! We're not fat, we'll manage..." She knew everyone of the small group of teens. Malfoy... she did speak with him, not much, but a bit. She had a place as a Chaser on the Slytherin team, and this year, Malfoy was the captain. The two lugs behind him... no, she did not speak with them, but she also didn't know if they knew anything else beside shoving food down their monstrous throats anyway. As for the Gryffindor's... She had few contact with Weasley or Granger. Harry... well, she didn't speak with him much, but... that didn't mean she didn't think about him, right? The black unruly hair, soft smile, forgiving attitude, those mysterious gorgeous emerald eyes... Looking at her. Looking at me? She quickly stepped out of the door, sitting back on the seat again. Glad it was quite dark there; she felt a slight flush to her cheeks.
The Gryffindor's entered quietly, Potter sitting between Ten and Iris. Weasley let Granger sat in his lap, on Ten's left side. The other three sat on the opposite seat. Unfortunately, Malfoy sat right in front of Iris, claiming that looking at either a Mudblood or at a Scarhead wouldn't do him any good.
"Excuse me, but... Who are you?" Hermione leaned forward to look at the black haired girl, curiosity getting the best of her, "I don't think I've seen you before... Are you a transfer student or something?"
Naturally, it wasn't usual to see someone like her, she knew. All of them, including Ten, were dressed in the school's uniforms, even if she could see how much cheaper Weasley's things were, compared to Malfoy's attire. Beneath the thin Slytherin cloak she had on, she wore a low cut sleeveless black top, showing a good amount of cleavage to the boys' imagination. Black gloves that went till half of her forearm; the right one didn't cover her thumb, index or middle fingers, letting her write without having to take them off. Loose black trousers with straps and chains here and there, she did admit she looked like a total gothic, save the silver long scarf and boots. Her black locks went all the way till her waist, the red three or four inches-long tips grazing her ass. The black and red fringe reached her chin, covering part of her silvery ice-blue hues and slightly tanned features. Her right ear had three piercings, the other only two. The dark eye-shadow and slightly longer and sharper canines didn't help much.
"I'm completely sure you never saw me before. The name's Iris Koltchak. You may say I'm a transfer student; I'm here for my sixth year."
"Err... By the way... Do you have vampire blood in you?" Harry inquired softly, pointing to his mouth, to show her what he meant. "The canines..."
Ten laughed softly, "Ah, no! No, she doesn't..."
"Have you been sorted yet?" Weasley asked her. She noticed the interested gleam in his brown eyes. She turned to look in front of her. Crabbe and Goyle were looking at them stupidly as always, but she noticed he was staring at her intently. She met his eyes, locking her light blue with his grey ones. No way I'll back down... Especially not to you, Malfoy..
"Yes. I'm in Slytherin House." After that, the Gryffindor's seemed taken aback, looking at each other silently.
"Are you a pure-blood?" Malfoy's cold velvety tone made her look at him again. His arms were crossed now, along with his legs. He had filled out a lot since he was eleven; she remembered when she saw a photo of him. His hair now graced his eyes, becoming the dream-boy every teen-age girl wants.
"Her family is very ancient, Malfoy. She's as pure as you or me." Ten answered before she had time to reply.
Still, Iris felt his eyes on her through the rest of the small trip. The carriage finally stopped and they made their way to the filling Great Hall. It was when everything happened.
Malfoy caught her arm in a tight, but gentle grip, leading her to the Slytherin's table. As Ten saw it happen, her eyes widened, fearing the worst. Oh, shit. Two things can happen... 1) she'll get way angry and make a scene right in front of everyone, or 2) she may slap him, and carry on like nothing happened. Now... which one?
Iris did not know what exactly happened, but his touch... his warm touch ignited something inside her... something she could not (or dared not) to name.
As soon as she realized what was going on, she took her arm out of his grasp, cradling it protectively against her chest. She fought down the snarl in her lips, leaving only the death glare in place.
The blond boy looked back at her in surprise. No girl had ever done that, unless she had a good reason. The only time was with Granger, three years ago. But this girl... Iris... Her icy eyes, so alike his, reflected hatred. For him? What the hell had he done to her? He frowned, turning away from her. Still, he couldn't deny he didn't want her, but he wouldn't yield to a girl. She would come to him. Whether she liked... or not. If not, he'll love to hear her crying after he'd made her crazy with pleasure. His trademark smirk made its way to his lips, as he sat in his normal place, watching Ten and Iris sit a few seats to his right, in the opposite seat.
After the sorting hat's song, the sorting itself and a good dinner, Minerva McGonagall caught the students' attention. She announced this year's Prefects and sat down again, as the Headmaster got up.
"Welcome, welcome you all!" Albus Dumbledore smiled at all of them, with that tone you either hate him or love him for it, "I would like to warn you that the Dark Forest is forbidden to every student, no matter what circumstances," as he did every year, he glanced over at the Golden Trio, but this time he also looked at Iris and Ten, "And I give the warmest welcome to Miss Koltchak, for she is here to attend her sixth year. She was sorted into Slytherin house." The Slytherin table clapped as she got up, nodding slightly. At Dumbledore's motioning, she walked up to be beside him. He placed a hand in her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly, "Please, do tell us something about yourself, Miss Koltchak."
"Err, my name is Iris Koltchak, I'm from Russia and I'm a pure-blooded witch. I love doing horse-ridding, Quidditch and I'm very good at Transfiguration and Potions. Don't like flirting, arrogant pricks and goodie-goodie people. I like to have my space and be free."
She felt Dumbledore chuckle behind her, "Very well, I think that is all. I just wanted to talk to Mr. Malfoy first. Would the Prefects please take the first years to their respective Common Rooms?" the elder leaned over her shoulder, whispering at her ear, "Do not forget, child, follow your heart. Please, wait outside, Draco will take you to the Slytherin Common Room." She fought down the comment that was going to come from her lips; Dumbledore did not deserve it, Malfoy did.
Slowly, the student body leaved for the day, along with the professors. Iris saw Ten look back at her, then follow everyone else. The only ones that remained were the house-elves, who were cleaning up the mess made, the Headmaster, Iris and Draco. She finally descended from where she was, ignoring Malfoy, who passed by her side. She only stopped outside the tall doors, leaning against the wall. She sighed. One day has passed... I just need to hold my tongue and attitude for... damn, a school year... fuck, I seriously doubt that I'll manage that...
"Hey, you okay?" Ten appeared by her side. "You did well for a first time..." she decided to not speak of the touching part. It was better to leave that alone.
"Sheesh, thanks, Ten, that really helps..."
Ten giggled softly and was going to reply, but some kind of movement caught her attention. Right above Iris. Something black, something dangerous, something... evil. "Watch out!" taking Iris' arm, she pulled her friend forward, away from that thing. It snarled once, before it disappeared into thin air.
"What was that for!" Iris gained her balance back, looking at her strangely, "What happened to you?"
"Didn't you hear it?" Ten looked at every corner, trying to see it again. In her gut, she felt it fading away, getting farther and farther. But not vanishing.
"Hear what?"
"It. That thing." She looked at her, "The snarl?"
Iris lifted a dark eyebrow, "What are you talking about? You know, you should go... I'll have to wait for Malfoy here. Take some sleep, it will do you some good."
"Iris!" the other girl looked at her unbelievingly, "You don't believe me!"
Iris pushed her towards the hall, "I didn't say that. But you really seem tired... C'mon, we'll talk about it in the morning. Deal?"
Ten sighed, "Okay... Deal. But trust me, I did saw that!"
"Okay!" Iris looked at her again, "I trust you, relax! I don't doubt you... But you are a Prefect... So, you should go. Do the Slytherin's know the password, anyway?"
Ten's eyebrows went up, as she slapped her forehead, "You're right! Oh damn, I forgot about that! And if Malfoy's the other Slytherin Prefect and if he's inside... Aww, they're waiting for me!" she turned on her heels quickly, running off towards the end of the corridor, "See you tomorrow, Iris!" she threw over her shoulder, before disappearing from sight completely.
Iris shook her head, chuckling slightly, before leaning against the wall again. After some time, there was no one in sight, the last student turning down a corner. She sighed, looking around, worried, What was that all about? Ten wouldn't lie to me... What was that thing she heard? I didn't hear or see anything...
Draco came to a stop beside Dumbledore, looking up slightly and nodding once, "Something wrong, Headmaster?"
"No, no. I just wanted to speak with you about some responsibilities."
"Which are?"
"Mr. Malfoy, you'll be responsible of Miss Koltchak. To take her to your classes, show her the castle and take her to her chambers now. They are just beside yours, after all. You will share your balcony. I think that is all for now. You may go, classes will start tomorrow." Draco nodded to the aging man, before turning in his heels and start walking towards the entrance of the Great Hall.
Professor Snape stopped beside Dumbledore, "Do you think this is wise, Albus? You know about Miss Koltchak's past. If I judged her correctly, she won't like these rules or so close... company."
Dumbledore's bluish eyes shined mysteriously, "If I were you, I wouldn't worry too much, Severus. She needs to heal. The only way to win over your fears is to face them." He turned to the younger teacher, "Did you see the gleam in their eyes?"
Snape nodded slowly, "Yes, I did. But that doesn't mean they are soul-mates or that they love each other, let alone get together. Besides, this is a school, not a make-out point, if you know what I mean, Headmaster."
The mysterious twinkle returned ten fold, "We shall see, Severus... We shall see..."
As he got closer to her, Iris pulled from the wall she was leaning on. She also noticed he towered above her, several inches. He was three feet from her now.
"Come, this way. The Headmaster charged me of showing you around and taking you to our classes and right now, to your room. We'll share the balcony till the rest of the year." His eyes locked with hers, "Shall we, then?"
Iris turned away from his stare quickly. Which she regretted in the next second, Shit! Why the hell did I turn away! It's not me who should, it's him; he's the one bellow me... Besides, looking into his eyes isn't so bad-... huh? Okay, now where did that come from? "Whatever." While she turned around, her back to him, he seized her arm again, this time with more pressure than he should, pulling her harshly towards him. She felt her supple chest mould into his hard one, placing one hand over his chest. Where his heart was. Beating beneath his clothes. How can a monster like him be gifted of a heart? She wondered absently, before her breathing hitched in her throat. He leaned in, his cheek brushing hers, softly breathing at her nape, his lips too darn close to her ear.
"Just answer this... What did I ever do to you?"
This time, she actually snarled at him, such close proximity was getting to her, "That's none of your business! Let me go!"
Draco didn't let go, in fact, his grip only got tighter, "Answer, then I'll let you go."
"No!"
He pressured two nerves in her arm. That was all it took. She cried out in surprise, but mostly in pain, as she fell to her knees right in front of him. Still, his hold did not falter. "Say it."
"Damn it, why is it so important for you to know! Stop it; you're hurting me, Malfoy!"
"What's so important that I can't know?"
Iris tried in vain to pull out of his grip, but she just couldn't; he was too strong and hurting her too much. Instead, she snapped, "Don't answer a question with a question, Malfoy!"
"Call me by my first name... Iris.." Why? What was so important to hide to even stand pain? Why can't she tell me?
The young woman noticed her vision start to get blurry; she knew she had tears in her eyes. Closing them tightly, she focused on the floor. She had already showed him one weakness; she wouldn't' give him the pleasure to see another. "Look, it's something personal... okay? Just... Let me go."
"Is it about me? Something I did?"
"No." There was silence after that, but she did not dare to look up. "Can you let me go now?"
"Ask nicely."
Yeah, that would have to come, sooner or later. "Please... Can you let me go, Malfoy?"
"Call me Draco."
Iris clenched her teeth; I can't believe what he's doing to me! But I must... At least for today.. I can't take it anymore... A lone tear slipped down, silently falling to the floor, "Please, could you let me go now... Draco?"
"Look at me."
That wasn't an order, like the others were. Just a mere request, used to verify something he couldn't believe till he saw it. Once more, she tried to hold on as much as she could, but the pain made the decision known. She glanced up.
Draco didn't gasp because he willed himself not to do so. It hadn't been his imagination. She was crying. Because of him. He looked at her arm. Unconsciously he had twisted it slightly, still applying the pressure in her nerves. He quickly released her, kneeling down beside her, as she rubbed her sore arm, looking everywhere but at him. For the first time in a long period, he felt guilty of something.
There was an uncomfortable silence among them. Iris felt rage pump through her veins, getting out of control and raising rapidly. Finally, she looked at him in pure fury, lifted her uninjured arm and slapped him with all the strength she could muster. With pride, she saw his eyes widen with unbelief, his hand covering his reddening cheek.
She got back to her feet, practically running till the end of the hall. This is only the first EVENING, and I just showed him he could hurt me and make me cry! Before she turned the corner, she spun on her heels, looking at him, who was already on his feet, still touching his cheek.
"Bloody rich boy! Mark my words, Malfoy, you'll pay for this! You and your damn father!" she hissed through clenched teeth. She did not want to wake everyone by shouting. Resuming her walk, she turned the corner. She didn't know where she was heading; she only wanted to put as much distance between them as she could.
Iris walked around aimlessly, not knowing the way to Slytherin House. Even if she did, she didn't know the password. Finally, she stopped, a bit tired. Sliding against a wall, she sat on the cold floor. There's no way in hell I'll give him another chance to change that rotten attitude every Malfoy has... It's his nature... He won't change, ever... Malfoy men only take pleasure from the pain of others, they fed off of it. Only then can their passion be fully satisfied.
"What did my father do to you?"
That calm silky voice tingled her senses, making her eyes snap open again, looking around in the dark. She scrambled to her feet again, looking in every direction.
Her eyes finally locked in his shadowy form, "How did you find me?"
"Don't answer a question with a question, Iris." he quoted her from before. Stopping in front of her, he crouched down, searching her face. She could only see his eyes, glinting softly in the faint light of the torches above. "Answer me..." a slight pause, "Please."
She started to turn her head to the side, but his hand caught her chin, gently turning her face to look at him again, "Please." He repeated.
"I can't tell you, okay? I only tell you, he did enough to make me hate him for the rest of my life..."
Draco nodded, agreeing with her for the first time. "I think we have something in common..." he rose to his feet again, extending a hand for her.
"Huh?" she quirked an eyebrow at his strange sentence, "What do you mean?" She took his hand hesitantly, letting go immediately after she gained her balance.
In a soft voice, he answered her question, "Even if I'm related to him... I hate him as much as you do. Or maybe, even more... who knows..." he trailed off as he started to make his way down the hall, "We should go, I don't want to bump into a teacher..."
Iris stayed rooted to the spot, looking at him in a confused way. Though, her mind made her feet hurry up to catch up with him, as she heard a strange noise, close to where she was standing. One think she hated was the darkness.
Tomorrow's to-do-list: Find where Ten's room is. Quickly. Then, speak with her. I'm getting crazy...
Sending one last concerned look behind her, the young woman followed the Slytherin Prince down the corridors, which would lead them both to the dungeons. If this is the first day, wonder how the others will be...
She never knew the strange noise was a torch falling to the ground.
…TBC…
Dark: There u go. R&R now, b nice, & b back next Sunday 4 more if u liked it. Thnx 4 reading. Ja ne.