« Good morning Miss Malfoy, how are you doing? », he calmly asked me. « I'm fine, professor », I replied without looking into his eyes. He was notorious for his legilimeny skills and I couldn't let anyone find out about my powers. Hereditary wandless magic powers are extremely rare and I couldn't make myself suspicious. I would just have to learn to controll myself whenever I see that boy's face, which would sadly be pretty often.
« Professor, may I ask you something? », I spoke with the most innocent voice I could manage. «Yes, of course miss Malfoy », he replied lurking over his half moon spectacles. « Forgive me, but I don't understand why the sorting hat put me in Gryffindor. I don't know much about my real parents, but they were both Slytherins, as are my godparents ». Officielly my mother was Ariella Black, a distant cousin of Narcissa, and my father François Rosier. The couple had died during a raid in the First War. « Well, Miss Malfoy, all I can tell you is that sorting isn't always hereditary, and you might possess certain qualities of which you have no knowledge ». Yeah, sure, deep down I might be a goody two shoe who would happily betray her own parents for the 'greater good'. I understand why Draco always refers to him as 'Dumbles'. « Now, you must excuse me, Miss Malfoy, I have another patient to visit . It seems Mister Potter's hand suddenly exploded in the great hall », he said while intently looking at me. »Have you two already met? » « No, sir, I haven't met that much people yet. » « I'm sure you'll make some great acquaintances in Gryffonder. I wish you well », he said and went on to Potter's bed, which was luckily at the far end of the room, while mine was close to the entrance. By the Gods, 'have I met mister Potter already?', is he playing match maker. I'd rather avoid him like the plague, unless I could hurt him. However, I promised Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa not to do anything rash. However tempting it was to blow Potter up, consciously, it wouldn't help me anyways if I'd get caught.
I saw Dumbledore leaving and another person entered the room, I recognised the bushy haired girl, it was Hermione Granger. She looked at me and I smiled at her. « Hey, how do you feel? », she asked me. « I'm fine, I just had a fainting spell, I'm ok ». «I'm happy to hear so, and welcome to Gryffindor. » « Thanks », I answered a bit uneasy. «No offence, but I didn't exspect you to end up in Gryffindor, to be honest », she spoke. « Well, it's not what I exspected either, actually », I honestly replied. « My parents were both Slytherins, as are my godparents. » « Don't worry », she assured me. « I'm positif the sorting hat put you into Gryffindor for a reason.
The door opened again and my cousin came in, he walked straight towards me and exclaimed towards Hermione « What are you doing here mudblood? Leave her alone. » « It's ok Draco », I quickly intervened, « She's in my house, she was just asking me how I was. » « I'm sorry Hermione », I spoke. « Don't worry », she said. « I don't have time for a stuck up pureblood anyway », she spoke while looking at Dray, and she walked away.
« Ariadne, what's going on? », he incredulously asked me. « Like I said, she was just asking me how I was, it's alright », I replied. « So you think it's normal to have a friendly chat with a mudblood, who also just happens to be Scar Face's best friend », Dray went on. « Look, I've been put into Gryffindor, I'll have to live with these people 24h a day, don't you think it's normal that I try to keep somewhat of a low profile. Besides, they'll be less likely to think that I had something to do with Potter's exploded hand, and whatever else might happen in the future », I quickly explained. « So...you plan on blowing him up again, aren't you? », Dray said while lightening up. « Who knows », I replied, « I can't think of a better target to practice my powers on ». « That's my girl », Draco gently said while giving me a kiss on my forehead.
« But really, the Dark Lord and my aunt's daughter has been put in Gryffonder », he spoke, his voice all of a sudden serious again. « Yeah », I sighed, « I don't get it either. At first, I felt so angry, but now I've been thinking things through a bit, and I'm afraid we have a real problem. Dumbles just 'visited' me and he seemed awfully on me making friends with Gryffindors, he even mentioned whether I'd aquainted mister Potter yet », I explained. « What the..? », Draco exclaimed in shock. « I'm afraid he might be on to something », I muttered. « No, that can't be », Draco spoke almost more to himself, « my parents and every other death eater of the inner circle have used the most powerful ancient dark magic there is to make sure nobody would ever find out. Even the most advanced blood spells would come out negatif. Maybe, maybe he just wants to break up the pure bloods and make the mingle with halfbloods and mudbloods », he spoke unsure. « Well, there's something else too actually », and I explained to him what the sorting hat had told me. « Ok, so know for sure that Dumbles wanted you so bad to be in Gryffindor to the point that he'd even mess with the sorting hat. I think it's best I inform my parents immediately », he concluded and I agreed.
The next day I was allowed out of the infirmary, luckily, as I had a hard time containing my anger, lying a mere five feet from Potter. I do feel pretty weak for fainting at the sight of him, not the greatest skill to fight an enemy. Well…at least he's still lying in the infirmary, I chuckled inwardly. Draco's right when he says I need to learn how to control my powers though. Dumbles is no idiot, and I'm sure he won't appreciate anyone (even if it was only accidentally) blowing up his favorite pupil.
I started running towards the Slyhtherin common room, when I realized I was meant to go the other direction, towards Gryffindor. By Merlin, I just don't belong there. Hermione's alright, a bit misguided, ok, a lot (being Potter's best friend), but she does have potential. But the others…a whole bunch of poor goody two shoes, and then, they've also got half a dozen stinky weasels.
When I arrived at the Gryffindor tower, I realized I didn't know the pass word. I felt tempted to run towards the Slytherin dungeons to visit Draco, but I really needed to change my clothes and take a proper shower. Besides, I had to check my schedule. I don't want to miss my first class and it was already eight in the morning.
After waiting in front of the Fat Lady for a few minutes, a small redhead emerged. Right, just what I was waiting for. When she noticed me, she quickly cast her eyes towards the floor and walked away. I slipped through the portrait and went upstairs, looking for my suitcase. I took out my La Prairie bath products and went to the bath room. LP is one of the most exclusive Swiss wizarding cosmetics brands. They only use the most expensive ingredients like platinum, gold and diamants. Aunt Narcissa visits their spa in Genève at least twice a week. I also love the French wizarding brand Guerlain for my make up. Narcissa always owled me my cosmetics at Beauxbatons, as she didn't want me to use the cheaper school bath products.
I took a nice hot shower for half an hour, washed my hair and quickly used a spell to dry it. I put on some black liquid eye liner and mascara to enhance my luscious long black eye lashes, after which I added my Chanel Hibiscus gloss. I didn't need any foundation as my skin looked airbrushed on its own.
After I'd put my clothes and shoes on, a silk short black Balenciaga skirt, a Vionnet nude colored loose top and my trusty Louboutin 12cm Pigalle heels, I took my bag and Chanel Robes, and went downstairs to the common room.
I was happy I spotted Hermione right away (albeit surrounded by a Weasel). "Oh, hey Ariadne, how are you?", she greeted me. "Fine, thank you, how about you?", I asked her while flashing my eyes to the pumpkin juice cup the Weasel was holding. "I've been busy,…", Hermione started saying when the Weasel shrieked "Aaw, what the fuck is this? My pumpkin juice just jumped out my cup." "The juice jumped on its own accord?", Hermione incredulously asked, "Seriously, Ron? Why don't you go clean yourself up, before embarrassing yourself even further." It was obvious Hermione already seemed agitated with the git before the 'incident'. Telekinese can come handy at times…
"I'm sorry", she said, "Ron 's just…". "It's ok, no need to apologise, I quickly muttered, glad to have the weasel out of sight, "do you happen to know which and where our first class is?" Upon my question she went to fetch a paper out of her bag. "Here you go, I got you a copy of our schedule, we have double potions with Slytherin from 9 till 11 O'clock. "Thanks a lot, you're very nice", I told her. We talked a bit about school and at ten to nine decided to leave for our first class. She really seemed an ok girl to me, very intelligent and she didn't give me that obviously envious look a lot of girls seemed to give me. Not that I don't get what they're envious of. I mean, you don't get to see an über rich, gorgeous looking, intelligent girl who's the daughter of the most powerful wizard and witch of England, and who lives with an ancient aristocratic family, like me every day. Oh, and I forget to mention, said girl also has the prince of Slytherin (as Dray often was called) as a cousin, best friend and a lover.
Unfortunately, the Weasel came in sight not long after and hurried towards me and Hermione. "I'm sorry, Herms", he started saying, while looking at me. "You really don't get it, do you Ron?" "But…", he started again, to which she angrily hissed "We'll talk about it later." I suppose she didn't appreciate the fact that he was always gawking at me. I'd heard from Dray that they were supposedly in a relationship.
"Hey, gorgeous", I recognized Draco's voice, "let me supply you with some worthy company", he went on, while looking at Hermione and the Weasel and pulling me away to the other side of the corrider. "I missed you", he whispered in my ear. He smelled so good, I noticed he was wearing the perfume I gave him last Christmas, which I'd had exclusively made for him by the house of Balmain. "Me too, Dray", I sighed, letting my head fall on his strong masculine shoulder while checking out the other Slytherin guys who stood across of us in the corridor. I didn't notice any potential, Draco obviously wasn't lying when he said he was the best catch. Sometimes, I wonder if I have the same problem my father used to have. No one could ever be good enough for him. He only acknowledged the feelings he had for my mother after she spent seven years trying to be the most faithful servant of his that she could be and risking her life on numerous occasions. A lot of people on our side were wondering for a long time whether the Dark Lord only had a sexual relationship with her, or in fact truly found her worthy of his care and love, after all those years. I do truly care about Draco, but still, he isn't the guy my father was, the guy my mother fell in love in with.
« My parents just owled me back this morning », Draco suddeny spoke seriously. « What did they say? », I asked. « Father's furious, he's coming to the school on thursday to settle things with the old bat. He assured us that you'll be in Slytherin before the end of the week. Here's the letter, mother included one of hers, only for you though, I didn't read it. » « Thanks, I replied, I feel so relieved, I can't imagine staying in the same house as freaking Potter for a whole year. » I decided to read the letters after class as it was almost 9 O' clock.
