Parchment

A/N: Hey again! I'm sorry for all the boringness and character things. There will be some in this chapter, but only really little. This is where the rising action starts, people! Hmm…I think I'll probably have different POVs, but not yet.

Disclaimer: I don't think I'd name someone Harry Potter as my main character, really. So he's not mine, even though I want him.


CHAPTER 3: Midnight Blue

"My last trip on the Hogwarts Express has finally ended," I sighed with a little sadness. Hugo patted my shoulder comfortingly, and I smiled grimly, "I've got to look for our Head Boy. And the crappy thing is that I don't know who that is. See you later, cousins."

I blended into the enormous crowd, rummaging through students, and glanced at each seventh year guy to see whether they were wearing the Head Boy badge. After about 20 minutes, I stopped in front of a guy that had the shiny badge plastered on his robes.

"That was a while to…," my words faltered as I saw that that person had blond hair. Platinum blonde hair.

"Malfoy?" I cried out incredulously, and he looked down at me and smirked. How did that git get the position of Head Boy, for God's sake? Sure, he rivals me in grades, but Malfoy's such an arse when we're not in class. Damn those professors that picked him, out of all people!

"That's my name. Don't live it down," Malfoy said simply. His mercury eyes looked coldly at my blue ones. I narrowed my eyes, and shot back a retort.

"Oh, I wouldn't," I replied sarcastically, "I'll use it to insult you, of course. But we've got Head duties to do." I glared at him, shaking my head to get him to walk. He rolled his eyes, but followed me.

"Oi, watch it, midget!" Malfoy snapped as a second year ran into him. The second year turned into a brilliant shade of scarlet. He looked as if he would run away from us, but then he narrowed his eyes and started to shout.

"Are you calling me midget?" he eyed Malfoy, "Go bloody annoy someone else. I don't care whether you have that sodding shiny Head Boy badge, but no one ever calls me a midget!"

"Well, you are one. I was just pointing it out to you."

The younger boy opened his mouth to retort back, and I butted in on the nick of time.

"Okay, stop it right now. This is a very immature fight, and I demand that you shut up quickly, or I'll send you both to the Headmistress' office," I commanded with a strict tone, "And you, err…" I glanced down at the younger, glaring boy, and he cleared his throat and said his name.

"So you're Edwin, Edwin…Caudwell," I mentally posted a note in my head, "Well, run along to your fellow Hufflepuff friends." Edwin dashed off, not wanting to get in trouble, but he gave a deep scowl at Malfoy before leaving.

I turned to raise an eyebrow at Malfoy and commented, "Well, well, well. I never thought I would see the day that Malfoy would be 'defeated' by person other than me. And a little Hufflepuff second year at that!" Really, I was the only one that could silence him with my comebacks.

"Weasley, Weasley, Weasley," Malfoy mimicked me; "You were the one that interrupted us. And aren't we supposed to be fulfilling McGonagall's tasks?"

"Yes, we were," I emphasized to him, "but you just had to argue with some random student."

"Go shove your bloody arse somewhere else, just not my face," Malfoy grumbled and marched off.

Seriously, what is with boys and swearing on this day?

-.-

I struggled to hold on to one of my infinite textbooks while Malfoy smoothly held his own. We followed Professor McGonagall to the Heads' dormitories. I grunted quietly; Malfoy had the same classes as I do, but how did he manage to hold onto all of them without suffering? Of course, he pointedly ignored my struggling, and didn't bother to help me. Hmm…This would be a good retort. A Malfoy not a gentleman; also considered impossible.

"And here are your dormitories, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Weasley," Professor McGonagall spoke in a stern voice as we reached our stop, "Each of your rooms are subtly designed to suit your own preference. Your password will be Tiebreaker. Remember, the Heads dormitories are a privilege to you, so I expect that you earn that privilege by fulfilling your Heads' tasks, or I may have to strip away your title. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Professor," both of us replied in unison, and I glared at Malfoy. She started to stride away, but then turned around.

"Please do refrain from wrecking the room after past experiences," Professor McGonagall gave us a thin smile, and walked away. She must have been referring to our fight in the Charms classroom, which led to five exploded tables, all the windows cracked, and a crowd of fearful students.

"Aren't you going to come in or what, Weasley? Because I'd be extremely glad to let you stay outside," Malfoy turned around to give me a smirk.

"And let you going to get both rooms to yourself? Sorry, but no. And besides, the Head Girl's room is prohibited to boys," I gave him a mock pitying expression at him. I stormed through the common room, not even gawking at the designs of it, and opened the door to my new bedroom and gaped.

The room had a navy blue and brown theme to it. There was a dark cherry writing table on the left to where I was standing. On my right, there was a medium sized wardrobe made out of walnut, and the door to the bathroom. Observing closer, it had a Renaissance design to it. Yeah, I know some Muggle history, Mum forced us to go to a Muggle school before attending Hogwarts. The bed was also made out of walnut wood, with soft sapphire coloured beddings to it. It was the perfect Ravenclaw room. I gasped in astonishment as a quarter of the room was filled with uncountable bookshelves, all filled to the brim with books.

I reached over to touch the shelves, and giggled at the type of wood it was made out of. Just so cliché for me: rose wood. I saw Flame asleep on a twilight blue armchair, and his breaths echoed around the vast room. I smiled tenderly, and left him where he was. Hurrying back to my new desk, I took out my books and my new stack of parchment, and started scribbling away at a piece. Slowly, I felt myself grow more exhausted, due to the amount of work.

The clock inside my trunk chimed twelve times, and I glanced up in astonishment. The time passed by increasingly quickly. I tiredly grabbed a piece of parchment, and due to my natural clumsiness, the stack fell onto the wooden floor. As I attempted to pick the scattered papers, a dark blue parchment clamped in the center of the other ivory sheets caught my eye.

Gently picking the sheet up, I examined both sides of it. The paper had a transparent silvery sheen to it when I held it up to the light. I wondered if I should return it back to the owner, but selfishness overtook me and I kept it.

Tap, tap, tap. My nails were knocking against my desk. I couldn't concentrate on my work for the time being, and all I could think of was that blue paper. Finally, I gave in and started to write carefully on the paper.

Dear This Paper,

I decided that I won't write in Ree, but here. Today sounds like a special day, and I'm way too tired to grab Ree to write. So, I'm writing here now. It's been really crazy here today, and lots of homework. Well, doing homework relaxes me in a way, but for too long…Not so nice. My hand really hurts from all those essays I have to do: 6!

There was something weird happening when Scorpius and I were walking towards to the Heads' Dorms. I was struggling very badly with my books, and Scorpius just walked by, not even glancing at me. That's typical, but the strange thing was that I felt disappointed, but only for a millisecond. No, a nanosecond. Weasleys are not supposed to feel a companionship with Malfoys! Okay, Potters don't count. Really, how does Albus keep a minor friendship with that sodding git? Any help with the feelings?

Rose

I yawned, and almost fell asleep because of that. Finishing my last essay, I brushed my teeth and climbed up onto my bed, too lazy to put on pajamas.

Sighing in exhaustion, I stared at the ceiling before my eyes fluttered shut, already used to the routine.

-.-

Fireflies. My hand reached out to touch one, but it flew away before I could. Not that I really cared; they were all around me, illuminating the midnight sky to a white twilight, vanilla twilight. With a gentle fade, the fireflies turned into strawberries, and the sky turned a scramble of colours, spinning around and around. I laughed, and spun with them, and collapsed down on a bed of saltwater.

Suddenly, the neon paradise changed into a void of crimson red. Strange but terrifying images appeared, and I couldn't flee from it. Eventually, I succumbed to it, feeling dream tears and screams escape me.

I wished that this night could end quicker, end this nightmare.


A/N: Just to make things clear, Rose is Ravenclaw, Scorpius a Slytherin, and Albus a Gryffindor. Typical, right? Soo...anyone think that Rose's dream sound familiar? =D Hope you enjoy, and review!

Dess