By the next morning at breakfast, most of the Slytherin pupils and Gryffindor house member knew about Pansy and Genevieve's 'confrontation' to say the least. Genevieve got out of the shower to an almost empty room, except for Hermione, who was getting dressed. Sulking, Genevieve pulled out her uniform.
"Tacky, as ever," she moaned, sliding on her undergarments. She buttoned four of the six buttons, leaving the top two undone for a hint of appeal. Grabbing her sewing kit, she quickly stitched her skirt about six inches above the required length, which was the top of the knees. Instead of the obligatory knee high socks, Genevieve slipped on black, lacy, footless tights. Tossing her mandatory loafers aside, she slid on her red stilettos.
Genevieve could feel Hermione's eyes on her back as she quickly straightened her hair, applied some mascara, heavy eyeliner, and a smudge of red lip gloss and slid her tube of peppermint lippy in the pocket of her cardigan, which was in her hand, "What?" she innocently asked, smirking as she left the room. She flew through the common room and descended down the main staircase.
Once she stood in front of the Great Hall doors, she ran her fingers through her hair and smeared on a fresh coat of her gloss. She carelessly made her way to the Gryffindor table, one hundred percent aware of the dropped mouths. Tossing her sleek hair over her shoulder, she bit into a piece of buttered toast, chewing slowly. After one more piece, Genevieve finished and got up. From across the room she spotted Draco and gave him a small wave and wink.
Genevieve laughed inside her mind as Pansy shrieked and pouted. She blew Pansy a kiss and exited the Great Hall. Genevieve already knew this year was going to be fun.
"Have you seen her yet?" Hermione screeched, following Ron and Harry down to their first class, Potions.
"No, but now I can't wait," Ron laughed, elbowing Harry.
"Me neither!" Harry agreed.
"I can't believe you two! If your dream is true, Harry, I can't possibly imagine befriended that…that…..ugh!" Hermione entered the Potions room and ran right into Genevieve.
"Why, hello Hermione!" she greeted, a smile forming her face.
Hermione clenched her teeth, "Hello," she huffed as she slid into a seat, shaking her head at all the drooling boys.
"What's with her?" Genevieve cocked her head at the boys.
They shrugged, "Not sure."
"Oh well, toodles!" she waggled her fingers and turned on her heel. She sat in a seat next to Draco and Blaise, as Professor Snape began his lesson.
During the middle of the lesson, when Snape was sorting papers and the students were writing essays on the causes of the Amorifix potion, Genevieve dropped her quill.
"Whoops," she giddily said as she got up out of her seat. Many of the guys leaned closer to get a peek. She bent over leisurely, and once her fingers reached her quill, she let them linger there a bit.
"A little further," Ron heard Draco mutter leaning down, practically on the ground.
Genevieve sat back down and bit her lip thoughtfully.
Draco Malfoy thought that Genevieve Lamina was the most breathtakingly gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on. And the fact that she was a tad naughty drove him absolutely crazy. He hadn't even met this girl until less then twenty four hours earlier, but he knew he wanted her very badly. The way her bangs fell heedlessly in front of her eyes, the way she just brushed them back made him want her. How her wheat blonde hair tumbled past her shoulders silkily made him want her. Her exceptionally sinful spearmint eyes made him want her. The smoothness and flawlessness of her skin made him want her. Draco knew he must get Genevieve Lamina, no matter how hard or how long he had to fight to win her over. He'd do anything; he knew this girl was unlike any other he had ever met.
After Snape dismissed the Potions class, Genevieve sauntered out the class. On the way down the main staircase, she tripped a bit and sent a few books flying.
"Shat," she mumbled, reaching down to pick up her hardbacks. Her hand brushed on top of another, and she met a pair of dark brown eyes.
"Thanks," she said, accepting the boy's hand, "Genevieve Lamina."
"Cedric Diggory," the boy said in a deep voice.
"The Cedric Diggory?" Genevieve gave a small smile, "Hmm, you're even cuter in person," she waggled her fingers at him, "Ta Mr. Diggory."
Genevieve jogged down the rest of the stairs and opened the main doors. She traveled down the lawn to get to Care of Magical Creatures. It was another class to share with Slytherin.
"Great," Genevieve widely grinned as she set her stuff down and stood with the group, "Hey Ron," she whispered in his ear.
Ron's cheeks flushed a terrible scarlet, "Hi, um…uh…G-G-G…" he stumbled.
"Genevieve sweetie," she turned to Harry, "and a special hello to you Harry...do you want to know something a bit odd?"
"Yeah, sure," Harry cleared his throat as Hagrid prepared to begin.
"It's the weirdest thing," Genevieve started, "but I think I had like three dreams about you during the summer. Oh well, they probably didn't mean anything," she shrugged her shoulders as Hagrid began.
Harry stood flabbergasted, as well as Ron and Hermione.
"Did she just say…?" Hermione gasped.
"Yeah," Ron breathed.
They all looked at Genevieve who seemed genuinely focused on everything Hagrid was saying.
Once the class was over, Genevieve slung her bag over her shoulder and began to walk away.
"Genevieve!" Harry called, jogging to catch her.
"Hmm?" she turned around and waited for him.
"What…when…um…I mean…ugh," Harry shook his head, "I don't know how to say it. About the dreams you had about me."
"Oh, yeah," Genevieve slightly grinned, "I was at Hogwarts and I was like possessed or something and you tried to help me….the other dreams were quite similar. Why?"
"Oh, just wondering," Harry swallowed hard, "Thanks."
"No problem, what do you have next?" Genevieve's eyes widened.
"Uh, I have Divination, unfortunately."
"Great! Mind if I walk with you? I have that next too," Genevieve pleaded.
"Alright, but I have to wait for Ron."
"That's fine, thanks Harry."
Ron came trudging up the hill with Hermione, who went right instead of straight. She had to go to Ancient Ruins, and she waved before going inside.
"Ready mate?" Ron asked.
The late afternoon sun hung in the crystal blue sky as Genevieve sat in front of the lake, watching the squid swim from side to side. It was only a half hour until dinner and Genevieve wandered outside. A few other students were messing around, gossiping girls and masculine guys aimlessly traveled among the grassy hills. Genevieve sighed as she leaned against the large tree trunk.
"Miss Lamina," a voice purred.
Behind her stood Draco Malfoy, hands shoved in his pockets. He took a seat next to her.
"Tsk tsk Mr. Malfoy, Pansy will be oh so unhappy if she sees you here with me," Genevieve waggled a long finger at him.
"What's the point of taking risks if you don't get caught once in a while?" Draco shrugged.
"I love your way of thinking…" Genevieve smiled at him and felt pleased when she saw the color rush to his cheeks, "Embarrassed, Draco?"
"No," he mumbled.
"Mhmm," Genevieve grinned again. Then, she heard a whiny voice in the distance, resembling the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard, "Pansy," she moaned.
Draco looked at her, "What?"
Coming down the path was Pansy and some other Slytherin girl Genevieve did not know. Maliciously, a chesire cat like smile formed her face. She stood up, dragging Draco with her. Pansy was only a few feet away from then.
"Oh, Draco," Genevieve said loudly, and then began to giggle. She saw Pansy look over, and that's when she did it.
Genevieve planting her lips against Draco's suddenly and kept them there. His hand's found a place on her lower back. She heard Pansy screech and that was all she needed, "Thanks," she whispered to Draco and walked away.
"No problem?" he just stared at her as she approached Pansy.
Pansy stuck her arm out and grabbed Genevieve, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"Ruining your life," she nonchalantly said, walking up into the castle, humming enthusiastically.
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