D E V O T I O N
Written by Bunnyyyy
Disclaimer Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling.
Shipping Draco/OC
Rating M
Author's Note: I'm not a great writer. I'm sorry. I don't take flames very well either lol. But I guess that comes with writing, huh? This is the first chapter, and nothing really exciting happens unfortunately, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Leave reviews!
Chapter One My New Home
I couldn't describe how nervous I had been. Sitting on a plane for about 5 or 6 hours from California to New York, and then another plane from New York to England — with nothing more to do but watch movies that were nearly 5 years old or stare aimlessly out the window — had given me more than enough time to stress about the fact that I'd be going to a new school.
What also bugged me was what could have been going through my parents' minds to decide to use muggle transportation rather than something faster and easier. Floo powder, maybe? So what if you got a bit dirty? My father's fascination with airplanes really wasn't a valid excuse for me. It was like he was purposely torturing me by making me sit in one spot for hours contemplating on different ways to kill myself before I had to go to a new school.
I was to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; a fantastic school by all standards. I've heard lots of rumors about the school and the students in it, but then again, who hasn't? From what I've heard, Harry Potter – who survived an attack from you-know-who – attended Hogwarts. I didn't know much about the school itself though. Besides the few paragraphs mentioning it in the popular Witches 13 teenage magazine that American girls swooned over, I never gave Hogwarts much attention.
What bothered me was the knot in my stomach that made my feel like throwing up. I wasn't going to deny it, I was scared as hell. So what if it was my last year of school? I knew no one there. I'd be the new girl, something I never wanted to be. Here I was in a different country where I didn't even know where the closest mall or bookstore was! How was I supposed to survive in a totally new school? Ha, I doubt I'll survive. I give myself two weeks before I start whining to my parents to ship me back home. Literally.
I sighed heavily as I sat up on my new bed. It was a queen size bed with silk black sheets and a comfy, teal and black comforter. In the center of my room where the floor dipped down two steps was an open circular fireplace. A few pillows were scattered among the steps. The right side of my room, opposite my bed, was cluttered with different posters and pictures that I had collected over the past 5 years. I have a thing for attractive muggle actors and musicians and so more than enough of their pictures took up quite a bit of space. The wall opposite the balcony was entirely covered with thick, black framed mirrors. The main colors of my room were black, white, and silver which were basically my favorite colors along with teal. It was the only place that felt like home, to be honest. My mom and dad tried their best to make it look like my original room back in the U.S. They did it justice, if I ignored the increase in the size of the room and the height of the ceiling.
With another sigh, I flung myself off the bed. I made my way to my make-up desk, banging my big toe on the corner of the chair, and looked over myself in the mirror. I wasn't content. Dark brown disapproving eyes stared back at me framed by long silky black hair. A random streak of teal rebelliously ran down the right side of my hair. A friend of mine back at home had taught me an enchantment that could color your hair – she had learned it from one of the Witches 13 magazines. Instead of giving my parents heart attacks, I went with just one simple streak. Personally, I thought I'd look more attractive if I were light skinned, instead of tan skinned like I was. In fact, I could find a million different flaws with myself but I was in no mood to depress myself further.
With nothing better to do, scenes of the day I arrived to this mansion started replaying in my head. The sky was clear; not a single cloud in sight to help express the current mood I was in. The scenery stood enchanting with trees, green hills, elegant houses and mansions dotting along randomly as I sat in the back of my parents car in awe. The car came to a sudden halt. I wasn't eager to get the first glimpse of my new home.
The house was located in a very, very wealthy neighborhood obviously. But the houses were very spread apart since the driveways were practically their own street. The sizes of the lots were almost overwhelming. Our driveway curved up into a round-about in front of the house. Above the huge glass front doors was a medium sized balcony over-looking the entire neighborhood. Vines had taken claim along most of the sides of the house giving it an aged looked. It was a major difference compared to my less extravagant home back in the home lands.
Across the street about a football field length away was the nearest neighbor's house. Compared to my home, their house had a dark elegant twist to it. The tall gates were made out of what seemed to be black iron. Willow trees decorated the driveway behind the gates leading up to an even larger mansion made up of what looked like dark colored stones. I wanted to get a better look at the house. Leaving my parents to whatever discussion they were into, I wondered down my driveway to the road that separated my lot from this mysteriously dark lot. With a closer view, the mansion was truly beautiful in a dark sense. It was almost like medieval Goth, but a bit more modern. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.
"Ahem."
I gasped and turned to the source of the sound. I hadn't realized anyone was near by. Leaning against the gate was a guy I found breathtaking. He looked no older than me. With platinum blond hair and sharp features, he stared at me with curious blue-grey eyes. I could feel my cheeks burning up as I searched for words to say.
"Oh don't mind me. I'm just admiring this house here," I wanted to say.
Before I could open my mouth, an irritated yell boomed from up my driveway, "Evaleen Bettencourt, do not tell me you're trying to run away again! I will NOT put up with this damn behavior again!"
My eyes widened with pure shock as my father's voice echoed in my ears. I turned to see him standing three-fourths up the drive-way with my mother standing next to him rubbing her temples. Shit, I'm in trouble; first and last name is never a good sign. How embarrassing. I had almost forgotten my pathetic attempt of running away to my friend's house the week before flying out here.
I turned back to see how the guy reacted, but he was no longer there. I glanced around thinking that maybe he decided to walk up the road, but I didn't see him in either direction of the road. I hadn't even heard the gate open if he did go in. What the f—
"Evaleen Bet—!"
"Alright, I'm coming!" I dashed back up my driveway to where my parents stood and panted, "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I think I should be able to wonder around my new home a little."
I flinched as my father rose up his walking stick which he only carried around with him for show. Instead of the painful blow I expected, he made a "humph" sound and walked back towards the house. Okay, so he hasn't really hit me with that thing for a few years, but it still scared the shit out of me. My mother sighed as she shook her head and followed him. With one last glance at the dark mansion, and no sign of the attractive blond haired guy anywhere, I quickly caught up with my parents and went to discover the inside of my new home.