Title: Aura Of The Stars
Author: *bunnyb*
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of these characters, except Aura Venezia, and the later song lyrics belong to American Hi-Fi
WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. If you do not like it, please do not read it!
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Chapter One: New Girl
The school year had barely started, and it looked as if things would be no different than last. In the midst of a particularly difficult potion, Neville had managed to melt his cauldron, Ron's hair was flaming pink, and if looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would be dead right now, via Harry Potter. Hermione was sighing, and looking at her own potion, perfect of course, which allowed lima beans to dance of their own free will, to the song of a swaying pineapple. Same old, same old.
Well, maybe not quite.
The new girl quietly surveyed the room from her position in the doorway. She had always envisioned the classroom to look like this, but to actually be here, staring it straight in the face . well, it was quite an experience. She eyed the archenemies once again, contemplating her mission. It would not be easy, but she had not won the honor of completing this task by her good looks and charm (though she supposed they hadn't hurt). The class fell silent at last when Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Class, you have a new student today. Please be kind in showing her around the school. I would like you to meet seventh year Aura Venezia. She will room with the Gryffindor house for the duration of the year. I leave the class to you now, Professor Snape." He looked quite menacingly at Aura as Professor McGonagall turned and left the classroom.
Aura watched the expressions on the faces of the other students. Many were surprised or sneering, most likely because of the fact that she was a seventh year like them, but it was her first year at Hogwarts. Or maybe it was just her clothes. Aura didn't know how much experience these kids had with Muggle clothes, but she'd bet they'd never seen platforms that big before. Can I help it if I'm vertically challenged? She thought. But there were a few friendly looking faces in the crowd (none of them Slytherin), and among them was Hermione. Since there happened to be an empty seat next to her, Aura sat down there. "Hi!" she said, shyness not being part of her personality.
"Hello. Welcome to Hogwarts," Hermione said amiably. "What wizard school are you originally from?"
"That's a funny question to ask," laughed Aura.
"Why?" asked Hermione, with some confusion. But Aura just laughed again.
Over, the next few days, Hermione got to know her better. Despite her oddities, Hermione discovered that Aura was a very nice girl, and very smart too, but smart in a strange sort of way. She knew anything Hermione asked her about Arithmancy or Astronomy, or any other textbook style question, right away. But when it came to the practical application of magic, Aura really seemed quite clueless. Hermione began to wonder if the girl had ever cast a spell before. Her book smarts however, earned her fairly high marks in her classes, and she appeared to catch on quite quickly.
All hell broke loose the day Malfoy decided that she was to be his new target several weeks later. The first chance he got to display this new feeling came at the end of potions on a Friday, where he "accidentally" spilled his entire cauldron onto her, ruining her platforms.
"Just goes to show you can't wear Muggle shoes in a school made for real wizards," he drawled. Aura decided that it was time to put phase one of her plan into action.
Chapter Two: Trying to Tame Draco
"Draco Malfoy," she said, looking straight at him, tilting her head to the side. She then looked him up and down, giving him a good once-over. This should be interesting, she thought.
"This isn't a free show, y'know," he said, noticing her sizing him up.
"Oh, I expect for there to be payment!" she exclaimed. "Just not my own." She smiled coyly at him.
Draco looked somewhat infuriated. Generally, new kids did not stand up to him, and they certainly did not talk back.
"Sassy, aren't we?" he shot.
"Sassy, classy, and about to kick your ass-y," she replied, the smile never leaving her face. Draco turned an interesting shade of red, and Aura noticed Harry and Ron giving her an approving glance. Hermione appeared to be too involved in her potion to have noticed, but other students were starting to watch the verbal assault that was now taking place.
"In your dreams, Venezia," he hissed.
"And what's in your dreams, Draco Malfoy? Or should I say, who is in your dreams lately?" her grin turned wicked, and all of the previously added color now drained from Draco's face. "I know who you dream about," she said.
"You don't know anything," he spat. He turned and began to walk out of the classroom. He had not quite reached the door when Aura began to speak again. She had turned to face the classroom, and had begun speaking in a singsong voice, with an almost wicked (yet highly alluring - wait I did not just think that, voiced Draco's inner monologue) gleam in her eye:
"I know why he screams, screams, screams, in his terrifying dreams, by the moonlight's twisting beams, where nothing's as it seems." She then turned to face Draco, where he had frozen halfway to the door.
"I know why you run, run, run, like you'll never see the sun, because you know who is the one, and I vow it's just begun." He slowly turned to face her, fear and hate and something else burning in his eyes.
"I don't know who you think you are, or why you think you know me. Let me clarify something to you. You are nothing and nobody, I'll tell you that, and there is no way some hazel eyed girl is going to get the better of me," suddenly, his fury took over and he swung at her.
Like lightening she had dodged his blow and spun around to come up behind Draco. "It's sweet of you to notice the color of my eyes," she taunted, before promptly disappearing.
"Where's she go?" asked Ron. "I wanted to compliment her style!" He snorted. Draco angrily turned and finally finished the process of storming out that he had begun several minutes ago.
Author: *bunnyb*
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of these characters, except Aura Venezia, and the later song lyrics belong to American Hi-Fi
WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. If you do not like it, please do not read it!
________________________________________________________________________
Chapter One: New Girl
The school year had barely started, and it looked as if things would be no different than last. In the midst of a particularly difficult potion, Neville had managed to melt his cauldron, Ron's hair was flaming pink, and if looks could kill, Draco Malfoy would be dead right now, via Harry Potter. Hermione was sighing, and looking at her own potion, perfect of course, which allowed lima beans to dance of their own free will, to the song of a swaying pineapple. Same old, same old.
Well, maybe not quite.
The new girl quietly surveyed the room from her position in the doorway. She had always envisioned the classroom to look like this, but to actually be here, staring it straight in the face . well, it was quite an experience. She eyed the archenemies once again, contemplating her mission. It would not be easy, but she had not won the honor of completing this task by her good looks and charm (though she supposed they hadn't hurt). The class fell silent at last when Professor McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Class, you have a new student today. Please be kind in showing her around the school. I would like you to meet seventh year Aura Venezia. She will room with the Gryffindor house for the duration of the year. I leave the class to you now, Professor Snape." He looked quite menacingly at Aura as Professor McGonagall turned and left the classroom.
Aura watched the expressions on the faces of the other students. Many were surprised or sneering, most likely because of the fact that she was a seventh year like them, but it was her first year at Hogwarts. Or maybe it was just her clothes. Aura didn't know how much experience these kids had with Muggle clothes, but she'd bet they'd never seen platforms that big before. Can I help it if I'm vertically challenged? She thought. But there were a few friendly looking faces in the crowd (none of them Slytherin), and among them was Hermione. Since there happened to be an empty seat next to her, Aura sat down there. "Hi!" she said, shyness not being part of her personality.
"Hello. Welcome to Hogwarts," Hermione said amiably. "What wizard school are you originally from?"
"That's a funny question to ask," laughed Aura.
"Why?" asked Hermione, with some confusion. But Aura just laughed again.
Over, the next few days, Hermione got to know her better. Despite her oddities, Hermione discovered that Aura was a very nice girl, and very smart too, but smart in a strange sort of way. She knew anything Hermione asked her about Arithmancy or Astronomy, or any other textbook style question, right away. But when it came to the practical application of magic, Aura really seemed quite clueless. Hermione began to wonder if the girl had ever cast a spell before. Her book smarts however, earned her fairly high marks in her classes, and she appeared to catch on quite quickly.
All hell broke loose the day Malfoy decided that she was to be his new target several weeks later. The first chance he got to display this new feeling came at the end of potions on a Friday, where he "accidentally" spilled his entire cauldron onto her, ruining her platforms.
"Just goes to show you can't wear Muggle shoes in a school made for real wizards," he drawled. Aura decided that it was time to put phase one of her plan into action.
Chapter Two: Trying to Tame Draco
"Draco Malfoy," she said, looking straight at him, tilting her head to the side. She then looked him up and down, giving him a good once-over. This should be interesting, she thought.
"This isn't a free show, y'know," he said, noticing her sizing him up.
"Oh, I expect for there to be payment!" she exclaimed. "Just not my own." She smiled coyly at him.
Draco looked somewhat infuriated. Generally, new kids did not stand up to him, and they certainly did not talk back.
"Sassy, aren't we?" he shot.
"Sassy, classy, and about to kick your ass-y," she replied, the smile never leaving her face. Draco turned an interesting shade of red, and Aura noticed Harry and Ron giving her an approving glance. Hermione appeared to be too involved in her potion to have noticed, but other students were starting to watch the verbal assault that was now taking place.
"In your dreams, Venezia," he hissed.
"And what's in your dreams, Draco Malfoy? Or should I say, who is in your dreams lately?" her grin turned wicked, and all of the previously added color now drained from Draco's face. "I know who you dream about," she said.
"You don't know anything," he spat. He turned and began to walk out of the classroom. He had not quite reached the door when Aura began to speak again. She had turned to face the classroom, and had begun speaking in a singsong voice, with an almost wicked (yet highly alluring - wait I did not just think that, voiced Draco's inner monologue) gleam in her eye:
"I know why he screams, screams, screams, in his terrifying dreams, by the moonlight's twisting beams, where nothing's as it seems." She then turned to face Draco, where he had frozen halfway to the door.
"I know why you run, run, run, like you'll never see the sun, because you know who is the one, and I vow it's just begun." He slowly turned to face her, fear and hate and something else burning in his eyes.
"I don't know who you think you are, or why you think you know me. Let me clarify something to you. You are nothing and nobody, I'll tell you that, and there is no way some hazel eyed girl is going to get the better of me," suddenly, his fury took over and he swung at her.
Like lightening she had dodged his blow and spun around to come up behind Draco. "It's sweet of you to notice the color of my eyes," she taunted, before promptly disappearing.
"Where's she go?" asked Ron. "I wanted to compliment her style!" He snorted. Draco angrily turned and finally finished the process of storming out that he had begun several minutes ago.