Authors note: I don't own anything apart from Brooke.
Chapter one: The crush
It was breakfast in the great hall, the first day back from the summer holidays. The sound of hundreds of people chatting, laughing and banging cutlery on plates filled the air. Brooke couldn't think, you never could at breakfast. It was the worst and best time to talk. For one the person you were talking to could hardly hear you, but two; the other people around who you didn't want to listen, couldn't hear you either. But today she needed to think clearly. Ever since she had come to Hogwarts in the third year, she had been best friends with Hermione Granger and her friends Ron Weasly and Harry Potter. She had always been a bit left out when the three of them got together to have an adventure. But not this year. Not last year even. She was now officially apart of their 'group' they did everything together. They even hated the same people, the Sytherins, in particular Draco Malfoy and his group. She had started her witch training at the French school; Beauxbatons, but after her mother got sick and died, her father sent her to England to live with her grandparents- Muggles.
Just that morning while listening to Ron and Harry argue over the results of a Quidditch match, she had received a note from her beautiful chestnut owl- Nienna, named after her mother, and her own middle name. She had ignored it until Nienna had so impatiently stepped into her bowl of cereal and pecked at her leg, to get Brooke to remove her burden. Brooke scratched her head affectionately and removed the letter; Nienna nipped her finger, spread her wings and took flight out of the great hall towards the owlery. Brooke watched her gracefully fly away with a sigh, before ripping open the envelope. (Addressed to Brooke Elansar, Gryfindor)
Dear Brooke, Would you be able to meet me in the Slytherin common room after breakfast? I need to talk to you about our assignment. The password is Dramicis Totalis. Draco
Her heart sunk as she remembered her joint potions assignment with Malfoy. She had tried her best to avoid it, but knew that Snape would kill her if he found out. Brooke breathed in, got her composure, told Hermione that she would see her in double history and walked out of the great hall. Brooke slowly walked down the corridors towards the dungeons, she hoped that if she was late they wouldn't have time to work on the assignment, she could just leave. The horrible memories of what Malfoy had done to her when she had first arrived at Hogwarts flooded back and dampened her spirits even more.
"Hey look Crabbe it's that snob from France. You see the ugly one over there, with her nose high up in the hair" He had taunted Brooke and teased her relentlessly for a whole year. Tripping her over in the corridors, getting her into trouble on purpose and just laughing at her for no reason. He had refused to let the 'New girl' label die down. Now he just smirks every time he sees Brooke, like he has just said something very nasty about her, as he passes her in the corridor. She learnt pretty quickly how to ignore him, and how to let go of her accent. She only had a little bit of French left now. As she neared the Sytherin portrait ( a beheading from the 16th century) she stoped. Brooke didn't know whether she was ready for this.
"p..ass-w..word" The poor bodiless head, wheezed from the hands of the executioner. "Aargh...umm..." Quickly she unfolded the piece of parchment and read it out loud. The portrait reluctantly swung open to reveal the green and black common room. Dark, dank and dreary. Draco was standing by the furthest window; he obviously hadn't heard the portrait open.
Brooke just stood there unable to move, the portrait was getting impatient. She took a deep breath in, straightened her robes and strode into the common room, as confidently as possible. He turned to face her. He smirked and whispered something about the snob has arrived. And beckoned her to the green leather arm chairs by the fire. She walked over and sat down, how could she have forgotten to do this? Snape had given them the assignment at the end of last year, she must have forgotten about it in the confusion of last years events (Sirius, Harry's Godfather had been killed, and Lord Voldemort had returned). She shuddered as she remembered those dark events. Malfoy meanwhile had casually walked over to an arm chair, and sat down. His legs were resting confidently open, Brookes eyes darted down, she couldn't believe that she had noticed something like that about Malfoy! He was busying himself with rolls of parchment and a thick heavy potion book (Level 6 potions by Matrinez Oliviaie) .
Brooke quickly copied him, not wanting to give Malfoy an excuse to talk to her. Over the thick pages of her book she studied him. They had never been this close; she could hear his deep, quiet breaths. She watched his chest move up and down. His robes were tight, well tighter than last year. He had muscles, It seemed odd that he didn't have them last year, what was he getting ready for? His hair was parted down the middle, a little dangling in his eye, the golden blonde catching the fiery light from the glowing coles in the fireplace. Brooke surprised herself by voicing her thoughts.
"Hot" she mumbled under her breath. Malfoy's head snapped up, he smirked as he caught her so openly starring at him, her mouth slightly open.
"What is it?" He snapped coldly, still smirking.
"Oh.. Nothing" She hurriedly hid her now bright red face behind the enormous book, cursing herself under her breath.
Malfoy turned around at the first sound of the portrait opening. He had to smirk quickly to cover up his emotions for what he was feeling right then. Brooke had changed. She had let her hair out, her beautiful hair swayed slightly as she walked sexily across the room. When he had first seen her in the third year, he had been struck by how lovely her hair was. It was jet black with natural red brown streaks in it. But he had never seen it like this, out of the normal tight bun. Long, sleek and curly. She looked like a goddess. Big blue eyes, framed by thick voluptuous eye lashes. Her lips were perfect rosy pink, soft and delicate.
Malfoy watched her sit down uneasily, he could tell she didn't want to be there. He strode across the room, trying to hold himself back from taking her in his arms and making out. He sat down and comfortably spread his legs, he watched with a great satisfaction as her eyes wandered down to his crouch. She blushed and picked up her book. He smiled to himself, as he pretended to read his potions book. Malfoy had liked her since last year. She had really developed then. Her long tanned legs, developed chest, she was perfect. But he knew others thought so too, Potter. It was Brooke that stopped him from performing the crucio charm on Harry, he would have loved too, but his chances with Brooke would have become even slimmer.
Suddenly she whispered something, it sounded suspiciously like hot. He smiled, and quickly turned it into a smirk. He had a feeling that she hated him; he didn't want to make a fool of himself.
"What is it?" He said as coldly as he could manage. She looked very embarrassed and buried herself in her book. He stared at her for a while longer, suddenly realising that he had to have her. He couldn't describe the overwhelming feeling he had suddenly got, it was like he was filling up with a very warm gas, and he could hardly breath.
The bell rang, signalling that classes were about to start.
"We'll finish this some other time" Brooke whispered, her voice sounded strained as she looked at him quickly, blushing furiously. She picked up her books and walked swiftly to the portrait hole, which groaned as she walked out again.
Malfoy watched her leave. He was breathing very fast; his heart was pounding in his chest. He gripped the arm of the chair to steady himself. He picked up his books and set off to Charms class, smiling to himself as he savoured the image of Brooke blushing furiously as she spoke to him.
There my first fanfic!! Hope you like plz R&R Thanx!
