And we're back! Welcome back to those of you who have been reading for a while and welcome to all new readers. Obviously the new title is due to the fact that it is now the year of Umbridge. So without much ado we're off into Harry Potter world.
All of the Harry Potter world belongs to J.K except Alma. SHE'S MINE!
Walking up to the door of Malfoy Manor was far more terrifying than any of my years at Hogwarts so far, because lets face it, Lucius Malfoy scares the shit out of me. Despite dating his son, I had only met the guy a handful of times, and I did not want to relive any of those moments. I rung the doorbell and stood back. I wonder if I could just run. No, the path back out was too long, they would see me.
The glossy dark door opened smoothly, and there was the person I had come to see.
I wish. It was his father.
"Good evening Mr Malfoy," I smiled pleasantly, despite the face I was shaking with fear.
He gave me a very forced smile, clearly uncomfortable. I guess that makes two of us.
"Draco is just through there," he gestured to one of the many doors, "have a nice night."
Great, he was pretending to be nice, which means he was probably imagining my slow and painful death. Normally that would be exaggerating, but I wouldn't put it past this guy. He probably kicks puppies in his spare time, just for the amusement of it.
I practically ran into the room to escape him.
The room was filled with people from Slytherin who I had seen before, but I didn't actually know, and a few I did know. A few of them glanced up at me. Most of them found me uninteresting and went back to their conversations, one or two waved or smiled and a charming few sneered at my very presence.
Arms grabbed me from behind, causing me to jump out of my skin.
"For the love of all that is fluffy, why?" I turned to glare at Draco.
"Because I know you love it really," he laughed.
I couldn't keep a straight face; I joined his laughter and then kissed him in proper greeting.
"So, how are you?" he asked, still keeping his hand around my waist.
"Ugh, still shaken from another encounter with your loving father," I rolled my eyes.
"Does he still scare you that much?" he looked at me, trying to hide his amusement, badly.
"Yes, because he looks like you and we all know how scary your face is," I smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, keep getting mistaken for those pesky trolls," he chuckled.
"That's an insult to trolls," I replied quickly.
"Another one of your comments and I will take you to spend the night with my dad," he threatened while laughing.
I looked at him with wide eyes full of terror.
"No! Anything but that!" I begged.
"Well then, you can help me be a host and talk to people," he grinned and pulled me away to chat to some of his housemates.
After a while, I decide, most of Slytherin wasn't that bad. People like Pansy were just giving them a bad name. I ended up having quite a laugh with a few of them, especially one girl called Rebecca.
She was very slim and tall, so I basically had to have my neck at a ninety degree angle to speak to her. Well, that might be exaggerating. She seemed quite aloof at first but once we started talking she was quite the opposite, and it was impossible to find anything to dislike about her friendly smile and warm chocolate eyes.
"So I ended up spending the entire potions class estimating the length of his nose," she finished the story she had been telling me.
Everyone around us was in hysterics from the story and it took me a while to calm down. While I was still giggling a little I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned to see Blaise. I had spoken to him a couple of times before. He was alright I guess.
"Alma, Draco asked if you could go see him in his room," he told me.
"Yes, and he couldn't tell me himself?" I asked coolly raising one eyebrow.
Blaise just shrugged and gave me a small smile before he left to rejoin the party.
"Well, it seems I have been summoned," I rolled my eyes at Rebecca, "I'll catch up with you some other time?"
"Of course," she smiled, flicking a strand of her glossy dark hair to the side.
I left to go find Draco. I felt horribly uncomfortable walking through the dark, yet well decorated corridors of the mansion. I couldn't help thinking his dad would jump out at any moment and eat me, or whatever he did to people he despised.
I heard Draco's voice come from an open door and I headed towards it. It sounded like he was talking to someone for a moment but then it went quiet.
I took a few more steps and the people inside the room came into view.
Draco was there, and so was Pansy Parkinson, and it didn't look like they were doing a lot more talking.
I felt my skin burn with anger and my hands clenched into fists automatically.
"You…YOU!" I couldn't choose the right word to hurl at him.
He broke away and looked at me; he didn't open his mouth to explain he just sat there looking guilty. And Pansy's face had a smug expression that would make a nun want to punch her.
I felt my entire body tremble with the urge to attack both of them. But, for reasons I don't understand, I turned and left instead of fighting like I usually would.
I ran down the stairs and out of the door, I kept running and I didn't stop till I was back home in my own room.
I suddenly didn't feel very strong anymore. I collapsed onto my bed and pulled my favourite teddy close. Only then did I let then did I let the floods of tears escape my eyes, like I was attempting to wash the image away.
I kept crying into the night, until I fell asleep on my tear soaked pillow.
Dun dun DUN! Exciting stuff right? No? Really? Well fine, but I liked it :D Yeah we all know Draco is a little turd, but a lovable one so you can't hate him.
Alma: I can (sulks)
Me: …
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