Elena felt knots in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to be engaged, at least not in this way. She wanted it to be on her terms, with someone she loved.
She liked Draco; make no mistake on that but to spend her life with him. Elena suddenly felt like she was being caged from the life she had planned for herself. A life of adventure or perhaps she would study under some great witch or wizard.
But now that was all gone. She would be a wife - a wife to a Malfoy. Elena knew that Narcissa Malfoy, as much as she loved her son and husband, would never have an opinion or if she did would never voice it. She was the submissive housewife, taking care of her husband as that was the life she had married in to, be it for love, or pureblood ties or family.
Elena did not want it. And as much as she cared for Draco, she had decided that freedom was something she wanted more than to please her family.
"Is something wrong, Elena?" Pansy looked to her friend with a hint of concern lingering in her brown eyes.
"Nothing Pansy, I'm just deciding what to have for breakfast." She didn't buy it, not for a second. For as cunning as Slytherins were, Elena was too distracted to be able to lie.
"I've not known anyone to think so hard about whether to have sausages or bacon." The witch giggled, "Oh here comes Draco, and he looks so handsome in his Seekers Uniform!" Elena looked up from her pumpkin juice to see her fiancé, striding into the great hall with some of the Quidditch Team behind him. He held his sleek, black Nimbus 2001 broomstick in his hand and had a confident smirk on his lips.
Elena absently traced her own lips where he had kissed her the previous night and the feelings he had conjured within her. Her stomach twisted and tickled and she didn't like it, not one bit. She turned away, picking up her bag and a slice of warm toast. She got up from the table, hoping that he wouldn't notice her leaving. But of course, she had forgotten that her snowy white hair was like a beacon to lost ships.
"You're leaving?" asked Draco. Elena daren't look up at him. She was so embarrassed at how he had made her feel. All she wanted was to be left alone.
"Yes, I'm going to get some homework done." She bluffed, fiddling with the fringing of her green and black scarf.
"Will you come cheer me on later?" Elena forced herself to look at him then, staring into the pools of his silvery eyes.
"I-If you want me to." Why did she say that, she was submitting to him without even having a ring on her finger to remind her.
"Of course, that's why I asked. But don't let me force you." Draco shot Elena his trademark crooked smile, his ego boosting as he spied her cheeks flush. It had gone unspoken that they wouldn't tell anyone about their engagement at least not until it mattered.
She nodded, unable to find the words to say before slinking off and out of the Great Hall and into the quiet and dark comfort of the Library. Its thick, ancient tomes smelt familiar and the aisles and aisles of bookcases made a brilliant fortress of seclusion to Elena.
No one bothered her here, at least no Slytherins and that in itself was comfort. No other houses bothered her. They knew of her heritage and as such feared her enough to leave her in her solitude.
Elena set her things by one of the desks, piles of books charmed into being carefully sorted away around her. She expertly wove past them, without consciously thinking about it. She pulled out leather bound books and made for the desk again. Waving her thirteen and a half inch, willow with unicorn hair and chimaera scale core wand which turned on the lamp as she sat down to read.
Elena did enjoy company, just not of the pretentious and arrogant Slytherins. Occasionally a Gryffindor student would pluck up some of their token courage to come and speak to her. Which she liked, she enjoyed the change of pace.
As happy as she was that she was placed in Slytherin, as to continue family tradition, she also wished she could have some more trustworthy friends. Elena knew that Pansy would stab her in the back if need be. Slytherins were cunning and ambitious, and those two traits in themselves were why Slytherin were not known for fierce friendship.
Suddenly a large pile of books were dropped in front of Elena, startling her to the point where she drew her want and pointed it menacingly at the culprit.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there. I get so carried away sometimes when I'm in the Library." Elena watched as a face appeared from behind the pile of dusty volumes.
It was Hermione Granger, the girl that Elena often rivalled for the position of top of the class in grades. Her bushy hair had shrunk considerably over the years into pretty golden curls, her brown eyes soft and feminine. She was a pretty girl, even if she was a mudblood.
They had never actually spoken to each other before each knowing where the other stood, Elena coming from a family of pureblood dark witches and wizards and Hermione a muggleborn witch with no background in magic. They were wizarding enemies, and accepted that without as much as a second thought.
"Actually I'm not sorry."
Elena quirked a groomed brow at the girl before turning back to her book, ignoring her blatant disrespect of Elena's authority. She heard Hermione's sharp exhale of irritation.
"I didn't realise Gryffindor's were so easily annoyed." Said Elena, absently, turning the page of her book and looking back up at the Gryffindor Princess, who was sat opposite her with a stubborn glint in her eyes. The two ignored each other for a while, both pretending to read when really they were too distracted to take anything in.
Hermione was the first to break the silence, "Why aren't you out supporting Slytherin, Fay."
Elena didn't bother to look up, knowing that the girl opposite would give her that same defiant expression.
"I'll assume you're talking about Quidditch, Granger. I'm not really bothered about wizards on broomsticks chasing balls around fifty feet from the ground." The silver haired witch replied, taking on the domineering tone of her Slytherin counterparts.
The fact that even Hermione Granger was wondering why she wasn't out supporting her house, made her feel disgusted with herself. After ten minutes longer, she decided to go and watch Draco and the team thrash Ravenclaw in the wizarding sport.
Gathering her things, she walked out the library. Not bothering to look back at the glaring mudblood behind her.
Once out of the castle, Elena hurried over the fields. But she never ran. No, Le Fay's never ran. She climbed the staircase to the top of the Slytherin stands, decorated in green, black and silver. Her house chanting crude songs about how Ravenclaw's captain is a drag queen.
Elena pushed through to the front, watching as Draco sped across the sky, chasing the golden snitch his arm outstretched and fingers brushing the evasive little ball. Slytherin chanted louder about how Malfoy was the best seeker of all the houses.
Elena felt her heart leap up into her throat. She had always hated how much Draco was compared to Harry Potter. Harry was an extraordinary seeker, but as a wizard he wasn't as impressive just lucky.
Draco on the other hand was a brilliant wizard. She had watched him duel other students, he was quick to fire and block hits, although when things got tough he would use his set of dark magic, nothing extreme, but dirty in duelling terms. He was close second to Granger in potions. But other subjects, Draco excelled, such as Arithmancy and Study of Ancient Runes.
Elena was surprisingly on the edge of her seat, leaning over the side of the stands to watch Draco zoom past his robes billowing dramatically. Directly behind him the Ravenclaw seeker tailed him, strategically waiting for the snitch to turn back against Draco to catch him out.
"Go Draco! Go!" Elena heard someone shout, looking about her to find the enthusiastic spectator. But after noticing Slytherin Supporters eying her oddly, she came to realise that it was actually her shouting. Embarrassingly enough people recognised her.
Elena held her head high; she would not be seen as common rabble and continued to watch entranced by the sheer speed of her fiancés flying, and his skill as a seeker. As Draco finally grabbed hold of the snitch, Elena practically bounced on the spot happily.
"Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch! Slytherin wins!" called the commentator moodily, obviously not happy about the outcome of this match.
Slytherin were shrieking and shouting in joy, before calling over to Ravenclaw and making fun of their shoddy quidditch. The white haired witch paced herself as she followed the crowd down to the pitch.
The Slytherin Team were celebrating on the pitch, some of the spectators joining them in lifting Draco up and cheering. Elena decided against going to them, and made her way back to the Slytherin Dungeons.
"Malfoy's our boy!" Chanted Viola Richmond, an especially quidditch loving Slytherin. Elena sat down on the bottle green leather sofa, as students eagerly pulled out stolen liquor and cigarettes and passed them round.
A roar erupted as the Slytherin Team marched in led by their Captain, Marcus Flint and surrounded by supporters.
"Slytherin! Slytherin!"
The team was handed bottles of fire whisky and wine, who eagerly un-corked and took swigs. Cheering and shouting. This was a regular occurrence in the Dungeons. Slytherin were rather good thieves and liars, and so had hidden rather a lot of alcohol and tobacco in their dormitories.
Elena felt the sofa dip next to her and turned. Blaise was sat next to her, his handsome coffee coloured skin a glow with victory and the effects of fire whisky. He slung his arm around her before pushing a bottle of Ogden's Old Fire Whisky into her hands.
"Come on now, Elena, drink up!" When she didn't immediately take a swig, he snatched the bottle from her and tipped her head back before pushing the neck of the bottle into her mouth. She coughed and choked on the sweet yet spicy beverage, he let it up.
"Isn't that much better!?" He chuckled, taking a gulp from the half empty bottle. Elena hated the burn of liquor as it slid down her throat. She hated it more when it was forced upon her. But the effects of the strong drink had quickly taken hold. She looked from the sofa to the centre of the drunken mess.
Draco was in the middle of the hubbub with his quidditch team minus Blaise.
"Draco!" shouted the intoxicated witch, her body slightly slower to react to her wishes, but she got up from her seat and shuffled clumsily to the victors. "Draco!"
The blonde seeker turned to his fiancé, not that anyone would know that fact.
"Have you come to congratulate me, Elena?" Joked Draco, giddy from drink and adrenaline. He pushed past his comrades and pulled the slim teenager into his arms. "Come to give me a congratulatory kiss, eh?"
He smirked as the room whooped and jeered. Before he lent down and roughly kissed her, tongues and all. Elena was not impressed, she hadn't yet known this side to Draco and intoxicated or not she was not going to be subject to public humiliation. When Draco eagerly groped her breasts and wolf whistles could be heard above the ruckus, Elena promptly slapped him. Hard.
"What the fuck?" growled Draco, his eyes wild and pupils dilated. Elena stopped herself from crying. She was a descendant of Morgan Le Fay, enemy of Merlin and was known as one of the darkest witches of all time. Elena would conduct herself as such.
"You dare to touch me like that again; Draco Malfoy and I shall castrate you." Elena whipped out her wand as warning before storming out, cloak swirling dramatically to the girl's dorm.
