Chapter Two: Enter Holly, Cassie, and Summer
"This is such a great idea, Summer." said Cassie nervously, clutching her black school robes tighter around her.
"Oh lighten up, Cassie," laughed blonde Summer, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "This'll be fun."
Holly Clairesworth, at the end of the line, looked over her shoulder. The trio was on their way up to the astronomy tower- to sunbathe. She had doubts herself- but she did want to work on her tan. Maybe he'd notice her then..
Finally they reached the top of the tower after what seemed like miles of stairs. The sun's glare was extra intense inn the glass- enclosed chamber. Cassie peeped over the edge.
"Look at the Quidditch field!" she said. "Slytherin's practicing."
Holly looked. Draco Malfoy had gone into a low swoop over the field. Coming out of the dive, something gold glinted in his hand.
Summer was the first of the trio to shed her school robes. She was wearing a quite revealing white string bikini. Her taste in clothes among other things, had already earned her the attention of the older boys- she and Seamus Finnigan had been going out for a month.
The other two girls took off their robes as well- Holly wore a blue tankini and Cassie a black bikini. By now, Slytherin had vacated the Quidditch field. The three sixth years laid out on the cool granite tile.
"It is so unbelievably hot!" Cassie commented, fanning herself with a hand.
"I know!" exclaimed Holly. "Daddy said it hasn't been this hot since."
"The rise of Vold- I mean- You- Know- Who, " Summer finished slowly.
She and Holly were both came from old wizarding families- their parents had survived the horror of Voldemort's reign eighteen years ago. Cassie shivered. Her mother had been a witch, but she had been sheltered from that fact - until Cassie came to Hogwarts.
The sound of Holly and Summer arguing- not an unusual sound- interrupted her thoughts.
"Well you were the one who thought Roger Davies was hot!" "I did not! Miss- I- drool- galleons- when- he- comes- into- the- common- room!"
"I never drool, you liar! And you were the one who asked him for his autograph!"
"I did not- he just gave it to me!" Summer replied in a short gasp, blushing slightly.
"Oh really- in what way?" qued Holly suggestively.
"Why you, I outta.." Summer said leaning in to seemingly strangle one of her best friends. "Just because you love someone you can never conquer-"
"Bitch!"
"Oh come off it!" Cassie sighed. "We all know Roger Davies is a full of himself, airheaded, complete, well, hottie."
"Yeah." Holly and Summer sighed in unison.
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Draco strode back to the broom shed. Even as he began to stomp he reminded himself that a mere Parkinson could- well, should- never upset a Malfoy. Grabbing his broom, he soared into the air. He flew around the castle, looping between it's towers, weaving throughout the overhangs and spires. He headed toward his spot into the glass enclosed astronomy tower, then stopped quite abruptly.
"What the-" Draco thought. Three girls in bathing suits lay in the astronomy tower. He raised his eyebrows as his eyes traveled over their tanning bodies.
"Not bad." He murmured to himself. One girl he recognized immediately as a Clairesworth with her trademark blue-green eyes. Clairesworth, her father, as he recalled, was the Assistant Minister of Magic. It wasn't like his father hadn't made him memorize all the top people at the ministry.
The blonde girl he knew was Summer Lyon. Her father owned Gringotts. Besides, he hadn't exacactly been blind to her quite sexy and daring wardrobe. I wonder if her father knows what she wears or if he doesn't pay her any attention- like mine.
The third girl he didn't recognize. She was tall and dark, but something about her mile- long legs reminded him of something- or someone. Oh, yes. Weasel.
Then Clairesworth spotted him. For a spilt second her sea green eyes held his before the other girls looked up too. Three identical defiant stares looked out at him. Kinda scary, actually.
He frowned. They would learn to fear the dragon- even if it brought his death. Getting an idea, he swooped and spiraled down to the edge of the rocky cliff that the castle stood on to a small window in the cliff face. He knocked.
"You called, Draco?" said a voice so icily it could've only belonged to one person- Snape.
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"This is such a great idea, Summer." said Cassie nervously, clutching her black school robes tighter around her.
"Oh lighten up, Cassie," laughed blonde Summer, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "This'll be fun."
Holly Clairesworth, at the end of the line, looked over her shoulder. The trio was on their way up to the astronomy tower- to sunbathe. She had doubts herself- but she did want to work on her tan. Maybe he'd notice her then..
Finally they reached the top of the tower after what seemed like miles of stairs. The sun's glare was extra intense inn the glass- enclosed chamber. Cassie peeped over the edge.
"Look at the Quidditch field!" she said. "Slytherin's practicing."
Holly looked. Draco Malfoy had gone into a low swoop over the field. Coming out of the dive, something gold glinted in his hand.
Summer was the first of the trio to shed her school robes. She was wearing a quite revealing white string bikini. Her taste in clothes among other things, had already earned her the attention of the older boys- she and Seamus Finnigan had been going out for a month.
The other two girls took off their robes as well- Holly wore a blue tankini and Cassie a black bikini. By now, Slytherin had vacated the Quidditch field. The three sixth years laid out on the cool granite tile.
"It is so unbelievably hot!" Cassie commented, fanning herself with a hand.
"I know!" exclaimed Holly. "Daddy said it hasn't been this hot since."
"The rise of Vold- I mean- You- Know- Who, " Summer finished slowly.
She and Holly were both came from old wizarding families- their parents had survived the horror of Voldemort's reign eighteen years ago. Cassie shivered. Her mother had been a witch, but she had been sheltered from that fact - until Cassie came to Hogwarts.
The sound of Holly and Summer arguing- not an unusual sound- interrupted her thoughts.
"Well you were the one who thought Roger Davies was hot!" "I did not! Miss- I- drool- galleons- when- he- comes- into- the- common- room!"
"I never drool, you liar! And you were the one who asked him for his autograph!"
"I did not- he just gave it to me!" Summer replied in a short gasp, blushing slightly.
"Oh really- in what way?" qued Holly suggestively.
"Why you, I outta.." Summer said leaning in to seemingly strangle one of her best friends. "Just because you love someone you can never conquer-"
"Bitch!"
"Oh come off it!" Cassie sighed. "We all know Roger Davies is a full of himself, airheaded, complete, well, hottie."
"Yeah." Holly and Summer sighed in unison.
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Draco strode back to the broom shed. Even as he began to stomp he reminded himself that a mere Parkinson could- well, should- never upset a Malfoy. Grabbing his broom, he soared into the air. He flew around the castle, looping between it's towers, weaving throughout the overhangs and spires. He headed toward his spot into the glass enclosed astronomy tower, then stopped quite abruptly.
"What the-" Draco thought. Three girls in bathing suits lay in the astronomy tower. He raised his eyebrows as his eyes traveled over their tanning bodies.
"Not bad." He murmured to himself. One girl he recognized immediately as a Clairesworth with her trademark blue-green eyes. Clairesworth, her father, as he recalled, was the Assistant Minister of Magic. It wasn't like his father hadn't made him memorize all the top people at the ministry.
The blonde girl he knew was Summer Lyon. Her father owned Gringotts. Besides, he hadn't exacactly been blind to her quite sexy and daring wardrobe. I wonder if her father knows what she wears or if he doesn't pay her any attention- like mine.
The third girl he didn't recognize. She was tall and dark, but something about her mile- long legs reminded him of something- or someone. Oh, yes. Weasel.
Then Clairesworth spotted him. For a spilt second her sea green eyes held his before the other girls looked up too. Three identical defiant stares looked out at him. Kinda scary, actually.
He frowned. They would learn to fear the dragon- even if it brought his death. Getting an idea, he swooped and spiraled down to the edge of the rocky cliff that the castle stood on to a small window in the cliff face. He knocked.
"You called, Draco?" said a voice so icily it could've only belonged to one person- Snape.
Please review or respond in some way to my story! I already have the next chapter typed up so all I need are a few reviews- say 25- and I'll upload chapter three- where the plot begins. (for real!)