If you don't know Atgas Mali Banon means Hateful Bitter Queen in Welsh.
All or most of my names are to do with Celtic or Welsh origin.
I hope you like it and please review. The more the better.
Oriana
Chapter 1.
'She faced him, alone in the dungeon. She was showing off her petite figure in a white sheaf. His body clothed in dark robes. He looked directly in her eyes. His grey eyes lit up full of amusement. Her blue eyes showed fear.
She had never before felt pain, but something told her by the look in his face and in his eyes he was going to torture her.'
Months Before
Darling Eyslk-Wynne,
We hope this year, for you will be both successful and happy for you.
We miss you very much but we know you are happy which makes us happy. Both your father and I are very pleased with you and your grades. We know you are just a short time away from being Top of the Class.
Make us proud Darling.
Write to us soon.
Your loving,
Mother.
Enjoy our small gift.
Eyslk looked upon the note she had just received that night. She opened the box sent with her note. In the box was a small pearl ring. It was beautiful. She slipped it on to her finger. The bright gold glinted in the light, contrasting the yellow of the band and her pale skin. "Essy come on. Let's go back to Gryffindor Dorm." Cafel told her friend. Eyslk nodded, wondering how Eyslk changed into Essy. No one could pronounce it so everyone now called her Essy.
She walked down from the Owlery with Cafel. Lessons started tomorrow thought Eyslk broodingly. Her seventh year at Hogwarts and she was only second in class to Hermione Granger.
Granger had become popular in her fifth year by going out with Harry Potter now, apart from doing well she was invited to every social event on the calendar. No one teased Hermione now that she was Harry's steady girlfriend. Even Ron was right up there with Harry and Herm by dating Fleur. No one really noticed Essy. She was good looking with her fair hair and ice blue eyes and slim figure. But she wasn't flamboyant and no one knew how to pronounce her Welsh name.
Cafel was disappointed. She had been waiting for her transfer letter to come in the post. Cafel didn't care for Hogwarts; she did however value Essy and hers best friendship. Her disappointment didn't show. She had tried to make sure Essy didn't know about her transfer. She didn't know why she was keeping it secret. Maybe she was afraid to hurt Essy. Essy only really had her as a friend. The girl went virtually unnoticed everywhere. Not even the teachers noticed. She was second in class, so the teachers hardly noted or singled her out. Despite getting most of her answers correct she wasn't (yet) top to Hermione.
***
"Please don't hurt me Sir, I will do anything, I promise. Please! Do you want money?" the boy stammered in the presence of Draco Malfoy. Draco laughed. "Don't insult me boy, I am the richest wizard in this place!" The boy cowered expecting to be hit. But Draco wouldn't hit outright and risk being named as the culprit. He wasn't that stupid. He liked to play mind games for the sheer fun of it. His lip curled as he smirked.
"Stand up" he growled to the third year boy. He stood up facing Malfoy, with fear in his eyes. Draco noted that fear. He felt powerful on it. It was fun living on this high. He looked the boy square in the eye. "I could tell you what I am going to do with you, I suppose. But then why should I let your suffering be short. I want to draw it out of you." Draco laughed on the inside when the boy recoiled in fear. The boy suddenly keeled over. He had fainted. Draco didn't lean down to check if he was okay; he didn't care if the boy was dead. All he thought was what a shame I didn't have time to make him suffer more.
Eyslk felt a shiver, for some unknown reason. The weather wasn't particularly cold but she felt chilled. Leaving Cafel by herself in the Dorm, Eyslk walked down the deserted corridors, thinking. Presently she came to a classroom, which had an open door, inside there was a light glowing, and curious she peeped into the classroom. An unconscious boy was lying on the floor, barely breathing.
Rushing over to the boy, Essy whispered a spell to open the breathing passage then using another spell she cast the boy onto a stretcher and rushed almost blindly down the corridors to the Hospital Wing. On her travels she slammed in full force in to the back of Draco Malfoy. Essy had no opinions on him, as he had never noticed her. But for perhaps the first time he noticed her. He noticed her rushing down the corridors keeping a stretcher in tow using a spell. The stretcher was carrying the boy he had only just tormented.
Do fucking gooder he thought to himself. She had stammered an apology and hurried on. He looked after her retreating back and thought this was an opportunity. He followed her quickly, striding down the empty corridors.
Bursting into the Hospital Wing, Eyslk hollered for Madam Pomfrey to assist her. After she had taken charge, another younger teacher came up to her. It was the TA – Madam Kallison. "Now, now dear. Tell me what happened!" she told Essy. At that moment, a new person entered into the Wing. Draco Malfoy.
He came up to Madam Kallison. "Leave everything to me." He told the TA and Essy. Essy half turned poised to walk away, but she stopped, her ice blue eyes radiating with anger. "No, look I will." She told him firmly. Draco sneered. She was cute when she was angry. Bet she is a Virgin he thought to himself. He smiled. This could be worth his while.
Draco stepped back, letting Essy tell her story, while Madam Kallison listened closely. After she had finished Kallison said, "Well done, um Essy. You must have been listening closely in class." Essy smiled, as a rose coloured blush creeped up the white of her cheeks. As she left the Wing, Draco came up to her. "Want me to walk you to your Dorm?" Essy looked at him, why not she thought and nodded.
As they walked along, Draco turned to face her and asked "So what is your real name?" "Eyslk-Wynne Harvey" she replied. "Nice name, I'm not too good at Celtic, I need to brush up on it." Hinting her on to what her name meant. She looked at him and replied "Well, me either." "You don't know what your name means?" He asked. "Yes I do, but my name is from a Welsh origin. Not Celtic" She added pointedly. "Oh sorry, so what does your name mean?" he asked again trying to keep a pleasant smile on his face. "Both Eyslk and Wynne means fair, as in fair skin, fair hair. Like the way I am." "And I" Draco said in reply, goading her into thinking he was nice and sweet. "Your name suits you." He added. "And yours you." She told him. They rounded the corner to Gryffindor's portrait. They both said their goodbyes and left it that.
She would be easy. Draco thought.
***
Just so you know Cafel means Oracle. Hope you liked the story and yes Draco gets nastier.
All or most of my names are to do with Celtic or Welsh origin.
I hope you like it and please review. The more the better.
Oriana
Chapter 1.
'She faced him, alone in the dungeon. She was showing off her petite figure in a white sheaf. His body clothed in dark robes. He looked directly in her eyes. His grey eyes lit up full of amusement. Her blue eyes showed fear.
She had never before felt pain, but something told her by the look in his face and in his eyes he was going to torture her.'
Months Before
Darling Eyslk-Wynne,
We hope this year, for you will be both successful and happy for you.
We miss you very much but we know you are happy which makes us happy. Both your father and I are very pleased with you and your grades. We know you are just a short time away from being Top of the Class.
Make us proud Darling.
Write to us soon.
Your loving,
Mother.
Enjoy our small gift.
Eyslk looked upon the note she had just received that night. She opened the box sent with her note. In the box was a small pearl ring. It was beautiful. She slipped it on to her finger. The bright gold glinted in the light, contrasting the yellow of the band and her pale skin. "Essy come on. Let's go back to Gryffindor Dorm." Cafel told her friend. Eyslk nodded, wondering how Eyslk changed into Essy. No one could pronounce it so everyone now called her Essy.
She walked down from the Owlery with Cafel. Lessons started tomorrow thought Eyslk broodingly. Her seventh year at Hogwarts and she was only second in class to Hermione Granger.
Granger had become popular in her fifth year by going out with Harry Potter now, apart from doing well she was invited to every social event on the calendar. No one teased Hermione now that she was Harry's steady girlfriend. Even Ron was right up there with Harry and Herm by dating Fleur. No one really noticed Essy. She was good looking with her fair hair and ice blue eyes and slim figure. But she wasn't flamboyant and no one knew how to pronounce her Welsh name.
Cafel was disappointed. She had been waiting for her transfer letter to come in the post. Cafel didn't care for Hogwarts; she did however value Essy and hers best friendship. Her disappointment didn't show. She had tried to make sure Essy didn't know about her transfer. She didn't know why she was keeping it secret. Maybe she was afraid to hurt Essy. Essy only really had her as a friend. The girl went virtually unnoticed everywhere. Not even the teachers noticed. She was second in class, so the teachers hardly noted or singled her out. Despite getting most of her answers correct she wasn't (yet) top to Hermione.
***
"Please don't hurt me Sir, I will do anything, I promise. Please! Do you want money?" the boy stammered in the presence of Draco Malfoy. Draco laughed. "Don't insult me boy, I am the richest wizard in this place!" The boy cowered expecting to be hit. But Draco wouldn't hit outright and risk being named as the culprit. He wasn't that stupid. He liked to play mind games for the sheer fun of it. His lip curled as he smirked.
"Stand up" he growled to the third year boy. He stood up facing Malfoy, with fear in his eyes. Draco noted that fear. He felt powerful on it. It was fun living on this high. He looked the boy square in the eye. "I could tell you what I am going to do with you, I suppose. But then why should I let your suffering be short. I want to draw it out of you." Draco laughed on the inside when the boy recoiled in fear. The boy suddenly keeled over. He had fainted. Draco didn't lean down to check if he was okay; he didn't care if the boy was dead. All he thought was what a shame I didn't have time to make him suffer more.
Eyslk felt a shiver, for some unknown reason. The weather wasn't particularly cold but she felt chilled. Leaving Cafel by herself in the Dorm, Eyslk walked down the deserted corridors, thinking. Presently she came to a classroom, which had an open door, inside there was a light glowing, and curious she peeped into the classroom. An unconscious boy was lying on the floor, barely breathing.
Rushing over to the boy, Essy whispered a spell to open the breathing passage then using another spell she cast the boy onto a stretcher and rushed almost blindly down the corridors to the Hospital Wing. On her travels she slammed in full force in to the back of Draco Malfoy. Essy had no opinions on him, as he had never noticed her. But for perhaps the first time he noticed her. He noticed her rushing down the corridors keeping a stretcher in tow using a spell. The stretcher was carrying the boy he had only just tormented.
Do fucking gooder he thought to himself. She had stammered an apology and hurried on. He looked after her retreating back and thought this was an opportunity. He followed her quickly, striding down the empty corridors.
Bursting into the Hospital Wing, Eyslk hollered for Madam Pomfrey to assist her. After she had taken charge, another younger teacher came up to her. It was the TA – Madam Kallison. "Now, now dear. Tell me what happened!" she told Essy. At that moment, a new person entered into the Wing. Draco Malfoy.
He came up to Madam Kallison. "Leave everything to me." He told the TA and Essy. Essy half turned poised to walk away, but she stopped, her ice blue eyes radiating with anger. "No, look I will." She told him firmly. Draco sneered. She was cute when she was angry. Bet she is a Virgin he thought to himself. He smiled. This could be worth his while.
Draco stepped back, letting Essy tell her story, while Madam Kallison listened closely. After she had finished Kallison said, "Well done, um Essy. You must have been listening closely in class." Essy smiled, as a rose coloured blush creeped up the white of her cheeks. As she left the Wing, Draco came up to her. "Want me to walk you to your Dorm?" Essy looked at him, why not she thought and nodded.
As they walked along, Draco turned to face her and asked "So what is your real name?" "Eyslk-Wynne Harvey" she replied. "Nice name, I'm not too good at Celtic, I need to brush up on it." Hinting her on to what her name meant. She looked at him and replied "Well, me either." "You don't know what your name means?" He asked. "Yes I do, but my name is from a Welsh origin. Not Celtic" She added pointedly. "Oh sorry, so what does your name mean?" he asked again trying to keep a pleasant smile on his face. "Both Eyslk and Wynne means fair, as in fair skin, fair hair. Like the way I am." "And I" Draco said in reply, goading her into thinking he was nice and sweet. "Your name suits you." He added. "And yours you." She told him. They rounded the corner to Gryffindor's portrait. They both said their goodbyes and left it that.
She would be easy. Draco thought.
***
Just so you know Cafel means Oracle. Hope you liked the story and yes Draco gets nastier.