A/N: Hey everyone! I just got into the most inspirational argument with myself! Well, kinda. I have been seriously crushing on this guy from school, Chris, and my best friend, Amber, told me she would try to hook the two of us up. Well, she tried, but Chris is either clueless as all get out, or Amber is the slut/whore/tramp that the entire school knows her as, and she took him clean out from underneath me. Well, I got into an argument with myself about whether it was Chris or Amber who was the problem, and I got a really inspiring moment out of that, so after IDK how long since my first post, I have decided to post chapter 2!
If y'all wanna know the rest of the story between Chris, Amber and me, keep reading. If not, continue down to the extremely large section break and that's where the story starts.
Well, it all started when I went over to Amber's one day. I rode the same bus as she did, and she took the opportunity to introduce me to her ex., Chris. To start off with, he is HOTT AS HELL! He's about 6'1, 16 yrs, he's bleach blonde, but naturally bleach blonde, and he's a cowboy who plays the guitar. Two things that I absolutely adore about guys! So, I go out on a HUGE limb and give him my number. He calls me two days later, and since then, he's called me multiple times every day. Every conversation, we've had more and more in common, I've made it known that I like him, and he's laid out shit-loads of hints that he likes me.
So, today, earlier, I'm talking to Amber and as she's trying to get one of the little munsters she's babysitting to settle down, another pops on the phone and says 'Did you know that Chris and Amber are boyfriend and girlfriend?' So, when Amber comes back on, I'm all 'Since when are you two bf and gf?' and she's all 'Since Chris kissed me yesterday.'
Now, realize, this bitch knows I like Chris. She told me she'd try to hook the two of us up, she told me she was over Chris and that she was going to move on to his step-brother Rickey, who is a brunette, 14, about 5'9, and also plays the guitar. She's even seen Rickey's fucking dick! But, then again, she is a whore. Hoe. Slut. Tramp. Basically, an all-round bitch. I know, it's mean of me to talk about her like that, but when your best friend rips your crush away from you so damn fast it takes the polish off your nails and the love outta your heart, then you'll understand.
So, now I have to wait until Tuesday when Chris gets back from Abilene, TX, where he's spending Christmas before I can talk to him and ask him about all this, and when I do ask him about all this, I am going to wait until the second conversation, unless he brings it up. Another thing, before I scram so y'all can read the story; Amber has a reputation for stealing other girls' boyfriends, and she is known to lie through her teeth. If she's lying, I am going to take up the hobby of making spiked chains, then after I make my first one, I am going to tie her up with it and bitch at her so damn loud she'll go deaf. So, in other words, I am (figuratively) going to kill her. That's how pissed off at this bitch I am. If anyone has any suggestions of other ways I can express my anger towards her, feel free to send me a private message and tell me. Either that, or send me an anonymous review, and after I record your advice, I'll delete all the evidence.
Realize, though, I will never, ever take the life of another human being, unless they are holding me at gun- or knivepoint and that's the only option for escape I have, so no worries of me actually killing her. The worst is she'll go deaf and have scratches on her wrists and ankles from the chain.
Previous chapter ending:
"Boys, will you please excuse Miss Parkinson and me? I should like to speak with her for a moment." Both boys nodded as they left, according to Ensemerra's wish.
"Oh, what do you want to do? You haven't even been here a good twenty four hours and you're already trying to steal my man from me! I will not stand for it!" Pansy yelled, nearly in tears.
"Pansy, I'm not trying to steal him from you. I will tell you exactly why I've been trying to seduce both him and Blaise if you'll calm down. I'll tell you as much as I can, okay? Now just calm down." Ensemerra answered.
"Calm down! CALM DOWN! I nearly had my man taken away from me, and now you're telling me to CALM DOWN!" Pansy yelled again, a single tear spilling from her right eye. People, including Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a girl from Firestone, Shania, were staring at them.
"Pansy, listen to me. I'm not even that interested in him, or Blaise, for that matter. I just do this to every guy I can because it turns into free labor. The guys think that, by doing this stuff for me, that I'll fall for one of them and end up going out with them. I hate to break their hearts, but I'm never going to do anything of the sort. Yeah, I'll have a load of fun with them, but it ends there. I don't want to get married, I don't have to get married, and I don't need to get married. You can have Draco if you like."
"So, you're using them?!" Pansy screeched.
"In a sense, yes. That is what I do." Ensemerra answered calmly. "Now, if you don't mind, it is getting close to lunch, and I should be getting back, for McGonagall is taking us all to Diagon Alley to get our supplies. Good day, Pansy."
Chapter 2
As the girls reached the Headmistress's office, they began talking.
Shania was the first.
"Ensemerra, what the bloody hell was that all about, back on the grounds?"
"Well, evidently that Pansy girls is quite attached to the Malfoy boy and she seems to think that I am going to steal him from her. I do not intend to. You know my full plans, as does everyone else from school. Shame that Pansy girl is too stupid for her own good, if she wasn't maybe we could tell her, keep her off my back. Though, she'd probably see us as nothing but freaks. Ah, well. Here we are. Spindle Broche." Ensemerra said as they reached the gargoyle. She ascended to the office for Headmistress McGonagall, leaving her classmates down to wait for the two.
"Mini Nerve? C'mon, let's go. Diagon Alley awaits!" she called. McGonagall looked up from her paperwork and smiled at her friend.
"Let's go, shall we, Cimarron?" she asked. Ensemerra nodded. Together, the two emerged from the Head's office. Taking lead, McGonagall led the girls to the front doors where Professors Tonks and Slughorn were waiting for them.
"Okay, before we continue, I should tell you girls that wandering about is not a wise idea nowadays in Diagon Alley, so keep to yourselves, and keep in groups of four or so. Make your shopping quick. I have a list of all the class supplies you'll need, so take one and only get the supplies you need for the classes you've chosen. You may also stop by any other shops you find interesting, but know this, you girls will have only three hours to gather your supplies, so don't waste time. If you need any help, Professors Tonks, Slughorn and I will be in Flourish and Blotts. Now, follow me to the carriages."
All the students followed, keeping their keen eyes on the thestrals pulling the carriages, stomping and pawing the ground, ready to go.
"Now, am I correct in guessing that you all know, and can see, what is pulling these carriages?" Tonks asked. The girls nodded.
"Ah, okay then, get in a carriage, maximum capacity is four, so pick wisely." she finished. Once all the girls got into their respective carriages, the teachers got into the leading carriage and took off for Diagon Alley.
Upon reaching Diagon Alley, the set of six carriages landed in the square. As each was emptied, Professor Tonks cast a spell that turned the carriages and thestrals to the size of a mouse. Then, Professor McGonagall stepped up to each, unhooked the carriages from the thestrals, deposited the carriages into her pocket and handed the thestrals to Professor Tonks, who then put all six into a cage. They headed to Flourish and Blotts for the girls to pick up their books.
As they stepped in, an old lady from behind the counter looked up from her dusting.
"Ah, Minerva, nice to see you." she drawled. "These the surprise arrivals?"
McGonagall nodded.
"Ah, well, I have all 20 sets of books here. Girls, just pick the books you'll need for your classes and leave the extras. I'll handle them."
The girls sorted through the piles of books, picking out the ones they needed. One by one, they finished.
They all thanked the woman and left.
It was nearing five thirty, dinner was being prepared in the kitchen and the girls, Professors McGonagall, Tonks, and Slughorn were on their way back.
The carriages touched down right in front of the castle. Many students were still outside on the grounds chatting and cavorting.
The girls filed out of their carriages, arms loaded down with school supplies. Soon, friends from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor came rushing over to assist their new friends. No Slytherins had come for Ensemerra. No matter, I can get more exercise this way. And I'll get stronger. she thought sullenly. Slowly, she made her way down to the Slytherin dungeon. She sighed out the password and entered.
There sat Draco, Blaise, and Pansy, conversing secretly, Crabbe and Goyle sitting in the shadows.
She ignored them and continued on her way, hoping they would notice her. She knew the mission she had embarked on would be dangerous, but she never expected it would be hazardous to her pride.
I have got to keep the mission in mind. Must keep the mission in mind. Ugh... This is just wonerful.
She sighed. Draco looked up and walked over to her.
"Do you want some help?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, that'd be great." she replied as she shifted her bags and books. Draco called over a fourth year and ordered her to help Ensemerra with her stuff.
Not exactly the gentleman type, are we, dear Drakie? No matter.
Ensemerra dropped her parcels on her bed, which she did not plan on ever using, thanked the fourth year, and changed for dinner.
The Slytherins headed up to the Great Hall for dinner, Sunday was nearly over, and classes began the next day. The atmosphere in the Great Hall was tense.
"Attention students!" Professor McGonagall commanded. The entire hall silenced in two seconds.
"This year, as you all know, is my first full year as Headmistress. I am very excited to hold this office. Now, realize, very little will change from the way Professor Dumbledore led this school. There is very little new going on this year, with the exception of another new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. She is a very talented Auror, and a dear friend of mine. I should like to introduce Professor Nymphadora Tonks, or just Professor Tonks.
"She will also become head of Gryffindor House, seeing as I am no longer allowed that position, being Headmistress. Now, to end my pre-feast speech, I would like to say only two more words: dig in!"
That night, Ensemerra had a rough night of sleep. It was only 10:30 p.m. when she remembered the day her headmistress had told her of her journey.
Ensemerra sits in the Headmistress's office, her chair twisted to face the fire. The Headmistress walks in, pulls up a chair beside her, and begins the meeting.
"Ensemerra, you know that you are my prize student, right?" Arenna asks.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. You are going to lead your friends, you know of whom I speak, to Hogwarts. That is where Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy attend school. Both are in their seventh year. I have a mission for you. You will need your friends for this one. It is going to be a complicated one, and it might take all year, it might take only half, it may take longer than a year. As you know, Harry is hunting out the final Horcruxes, Draco is marked for death by Voldemort, and their Headmistress is under Voldemort's control, which is why Draco is attending school this year. It is going to be up to you and your allies to keep them both alive. How you do it, that is beyond me, but you must do it, no matter what.
"Now, I know you girls, and I know the requirements for placement in houses, and none of you girls would ever belong in the same house as Draco, Slytherin. I am appointing you to be in that house. Ensemerra, you are a very strong girl, and I have faith in you. You will most likely be the only one of the group in Slytherin. That is going to take a lot of courage. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Well, I'll sure as hell give it a shot."
"That's my girl. Anyway, what you need to do is make sure that, before the Final Battle, Harry destroys all the remaining Horcruxes. It will take a great amount of strength from you girls to make sure that happens. Now, you must also convert Draco to the, for lack of a better term, good side. Without him, the battle will be lost. If he fights on Voldemort's side, the entire world will be conquered by Voldemort, every muggle and mudblood will be killed, and any pureblood that stands in his way. However, if he fights on our side, then Harry and his two closest friends will live through the battle. I have seen their fate both ways. I know what will happen, and since you share my powers, you will be exposed to them in time.
"Every time you remember this conversation, whether it be by nightly dream or daily memory, a new vision will come to you. I warn you, though, it is better to leave it be by the chanced nightly dream, because your spirit will travel into the vision itself. You will wake, exhausted, from a trance-like state, and if you do that in the middle of a hallway, people will get suspicious. Be careful, Cimarron. The journey ahead is a dangerous one. Keep your friends close, both old and new, and do not forget your purpose, goal, or your name. Never your name. You will soon learn its meaning."
"Which name?"
"Cimarron. It has a different meaning to the Death Eaters than to all others. Watch yourself."
"I will be careful, Arenna. I promise." And with that, Arenna pulls Ensemerra into a hug, a hug that will very possibly be the last hug the two girls share.
As promised, she had a vision. In it, she saw herself running through the dungeons, late for Potions. She overheard a conversation between Professor Tonks and a painting of a past Headmistress. She felt her soul sucked from her body and transported to the vision. She stood behind a nearby pillar and listened.
"Elba, you know just as well as I that the chalice is dangerous." Tonks whispered.
"Yes, Nymphadora, I know that. But do not worry; it will soon be taken care of. It is a Horcrux."
"A what?"
"A Horcrux. A vessel that holds a portion of a mortal person's soul. There are many hunting for it. Twenty-three, to be exact, so it will soon be destroyed."
"So I don't need to worry about a giant chalice that sucks in anyone who comes within five feet of it? It's already killed Neville Longbottom!"
"No, Nymphadora, now stop worrying."
All of a sudden, Ensemerra's soul fell back into her body, and she fell from the couch she was on, only to have the breath knocked out of her. She attempted to get up, but she couldn't get any air into her lungs. She began to panic.
She sucked in as much air as she could, barely getting in enough to stagger to the couch for her wand. She though the charm Casoria as she aimed her wand at the base of her neck and soon breathed normally again.
God, if this is how all my visions are going to end, then I really want to keep them chanced.
Ensemerra took a peek out the corridor, only to see what she had expected; it completely empty. She grabbed her shawl and hiking boots from her bag and headed out into the halls, clad in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt.
I wonder what she's doing… Draco thought.
He heard something hit the floor earlier, just something more to keep him from sleeping, so he rushed down, clad in his green-and-silver silk pajamas, to see what was going on. He had made it down just in time to see Ensemerra grab her wand and catch her breath.
He ran back up, tossed on a pair of tennis shoes, a sweater, and a jacket, and ran back down. Ensemerra had just stepped out the common room door.
Draco soon noticed where they were heading; out onto the grounds. He zipped up his sweater and braced himself for the cold.
It hit him hard. Immediately, he zipped up his outer coat and stuck his hands in his pockets. He noticed Ensemerra standing by the lake in a shawl, jeans, and a long-sleeve shirt and wondered why she wasn't freezing. He decided to ask her.
Ensemerra heard a branch shift behind her and looked back. Nothing. Then a voice called to her.
"Hey! Aren't you cold?"
It was Draco.
"Naw, I'm fine. The cold don't bother me." she said in her best imitation of an American Old West movie star.
"Okay, if you're sure. I was going to offer you a spot next to me up here, but since you're declining…" he finished.
"Well, if there's a windbreaker up there then I'll be up there, too."
"Yeah, there's a lot less wind up here than down there."
"Du bist sehr cool." Ensemerra said through chattering teeth as she climbed into the tree, slightly troubled as her shoe slipped on a damp branch.
"What did that mean?" Draco asked, referring to her earlier German phrase.
"It means, literally, 'You are very cool'. And you are." Ensemerra complimented him.
"So, what are you doing out here?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"When I came down to check on that loud thud I heard, I saw you on the ground, out of breath. Care to explain that?"
Ensemerra was shocked. Arenna had told her that Draco was quite gifted at putting clues together, but she didn't think she'd have to blow her cover so soon. Classes hadn't even started and she was busted.
Good thing she was an equally as gifted storyteller. She decided to bend the truth this time, rather than going out on a limb and lying.
"Well, I had a rather unpleasant dream about my past year and Firestone. One of the bullies in my enemy house decided to try to beat up one of my best friends, except in my dream, it was me he tried to beat up, but I was in my friend's body. My friend, sadly enough, is extremely weak compared to the majority of the people at Firestone. I fell off the couch and landed hard on my chest. Knocked the wind clean out of me. So I performed the breath charm on myself and that pretty much ends it."
As she finished, a horrible gust of wind blew through the tree, searing straight through Ensemerra's shirt and shawl. Out of instinct she curled up against Draco's arm.
"Getting cold, are we?"
"Eh, maybe. I am if you'll try to warm me up."
"Well, then you are getting cold, because I will try to, and succeed in, warming you up."
And that's how they spend the next two hours; talking about random things, Draco's jacket-clad arms around Ensemerra, with her head resting on his left shoulder.
Ah, sweet fluff. Now I know it seems a bit too early for fluff, but we're talking to a 17-yr-old teenage girl who just met a drop-dead-sexy guy who's offering his arms to her. Who would decline that invite?
From, your loyal FF writer,
Raaon Teisha
