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Chapter 3 – Ava Hayes

"I can't believe you fought with her, Ava!" Hermione exclaimed. "What ever happened to 'being the better person'?"

"She tried to set me on fire, Mione. What was I supposed to do?" I answered back. I felt like a child being scolded by her elder sister. If ever, technically speaking, I am older than her. I'm 19 years old! I got held back two years, there were things more important to do than school. "Just stand there and get burned again?"

She stopped walking, held my hand and exhaled a deep sigh. Here we go. I'm being pitied. "That's not what I meant. You know me, Ava, I just don't like it when you get mixed up with those lot," she explained. She's so not slytherin-like. "And I know what you're thinking. Just because we're in Slytherin, it doesn't make us bad people. We're just a teensy bit... misunderstood... and ambitious."

I made a face. "What the hell? Teensy bit? Hello? Incase you haven't noticed, we are misunderstood and ambitious. I'm your best friend, Mione and you, mine. I think its been established a long time ago that our past are really fucked up."

Hermione stroked my cheek. "I know, Ava, I know." I pushed her hand away. I don't want to be treated like this. It was self-defense. I don't need to justify myself and I am not willing to put my upbringing and beliefs on the hot seat just because she thinks I had it worse. I'm fine with how things turned out in my life. It's no bed of roses but I certainly don't hate it. I turned on my heel and stalked off.

"Mellonamin, Luthien Vardamir." she called out. "Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa, elandili."

"My friend, Luthien Vardamir. You have the heart of a lion, half-elf." Her sweet voice echoed through the hall. I understood every word she said. My first language. I didn't think she knew Elvish. Oh, how I missed speaking it. Maybe she learned from reading those Lord of the Rings book. I know for a fact that its author was an elf. The language he used in the story is our own.

"Tenna' ento lye omenta, Mione." I said. "And don't call me by my real name. My wizarding blood is dominant."

"Until next we meet, Mione. And don't call me by my real name. My wizarding blood is dominant."

We had temporary rooms in the dormitory. Peeves trashed the Slytherin Prefects' common room. I don't know what that poltergeist's problem is but he's starting to get on my nerves. I walked in my room to ready myself for the day ahead. Ugh. I feel sticky, my hair is clinging onto my neck. I need a cold shower. I gathered my stuff and went to the shower room. Its still quite early so no one was in the bathroom but me. I went inside a shower cubicle and twisted some knobs for my desired bathwater. Orange liquid began to gush out of the shower, surrounding me with the scent of vanilla. The cold water sent chills down my spine. The cold makes me feel... awake. Unlike most girls, I don't take a lot of time to bathe. I mean, I'm not that girly and I most certainly am not dirty. Okay, well a little bit dirty but you know what I mean. I got out and dried myself once I finished. I wore my favorite lingerie and went straight back to my room. I was humming a song to myself and was about to wear my skirt when the door suddenly opened.

'What the hell?' I thought.

"Ava I ju-" Draco said.

Merlin! What is wrong with this person? He looked at me from top to bottom, scrutinizing every detail of my body. I'm wearing my underwear on but his look makes me feel so naked. Is this some kind of joke? I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me freak out over this. So what if he sees me like this? People have seen me wearing different types of bikinis before. What difference does it make if Draco Malfoy sees me in my lingerie? Oh, Merlin, this is wrong. I was about to say something when he strode towards me and pulled on my arm. He's so close to me. My heart is hammering in my chest. Before I could do anything to stop him from whatever it is he's planning, his lips were on top of mine. He pushed me up against the wall, our bodies crashing together. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and closed my eyes. He's wearing his school uniform but I can feel his hard muscles tense underneath. His soft lips moved in a steady pace over mine and he bit my lower lip playfully. He licked my lips as if asking for entrance. I obliged and parted my lips. Our tongues danced in our mouths as if we couldn't have enough. "Mmmm..." he said. A sudden surge echoed through my body and I opened my eyes. What the fuck am I doing? I pushed him off.

"What's wrong?" he murmured. "Seems to me, you liked it very much." That arrogant ferret! I got carried away, is all. I placed my index finger over his lips.

"You may kiss me, but you may not fall in love with me." I said. I gave him a wicked smile while waving my hand dismissively at him. "Namaarie, Lolindir Arcamenel."

"Farewell, Draco Malfoy."

"What did you just call me?"

"Leave. Now."

Just like that, the mood changed from hot passion to cold indifference. He left the room without another word. What has gotten into him, kissing me like that? Did I not make myself clear about him wanting girls he can't have? I proceeded to dress myself. I should practice self-control, too.


Professor Elijah Carstairs started teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts since our 5th year in Hogwarts. I have always loved his class for he always gave us the chance to practice self defense and learn independently about the craziness and danger of the wizarding world. Every once in a while, he would allow us to host a duelling class so we could practice what we've learned. There's something about the duel that makes me feel so alive. The adrenaline rush gives me a high that nothing else could ever give. Professor Elijah doesn't spoon feed us information, rather he serves only as a guide in our classes. Have I mentioned that he's extremely good looking? He has soft brown hair that curled at the ends. His hazel eyes reflected fierceness and kindness all at the same time. I can't help but give out a deep sigh whenever I look at him in his class.

Hermione gave me a nudge and said, "Someone's hot for teacher." I giggled and hit her arm playfully. We're having a duelling class today. I just hope I don't get partnered with someone I don't want to beat up. Maybe Pansy will be my partner. I would gladly send her flying across the room again. Blaise and Draco are currently having a duel. It seems to me that Blaise is winning. Draco's defending himself but he's far better in offense. I don't understand why he won't just hit Blaise with one powerful spell. All of a sudden, Draco whips his wand towards Blaise and mutters, "Stupefy!" A jet of red light appeared, then Blaise was lying on the floor.

"Well done, Mr. Malfoy!" Professor Elijah exclaimed. "Miss Hayes and Miss Granger. You two are next."

My face turned white. I don't want to fight Hermione. She's scary during battle. She goes into frenzy. What is happening? We went towards the center of the room. I can hear everyone's murmurs. I waved my wand to shorten my skirt. Its always easier to duel with a short skirt. It gives me more mobility. Hermione does the same, revealing her long white legs. She's so beautiful, and not just because she's Veela. Beauty is inherent to her. We heard someone wolf-whistle and say, "Gorgeous ladies!"

"Wands at the ready." Elijah said. "On three." The crowd formed a circle around them. No one expected this duel.

One. We positioned our stances.

Two. Silence.

Three.

"Incarcerous!" Hermione bellowed. Thick ropes were sent towards my direction to bind me. This is going to be good.

For a split second I gave Hermione a smile and muttered, "Confringo." The spell met the ropes and it exploded in mid-air.

'Levicorpus.' I though. Hermione was dangling by her ankle in mid-air. She was fighting hard to keep her skirt up. Oh, Hermione. Even in a duel, she still wants to cover herself up. Is that weird for a Veela? I don't know, and frankly, I don't care.

"Sectumsempra!" she shouted. Shock hit me before the spell did. Multiple cuts on my torso could be seen. Does she have the intention to kill me? This girl has some competition issues. I staggered to keep myself upright. I looked up to find her no longer in mid-air. There was a tap on my shoulder and she was there. "Come on, Ava. You're better than that. Fiendfyre."

Flames shot out from her wand. "Protego!" The spell protected me from the dangerous fire. This should be contained. Fast. "Aguamenti."

Hermione smirked. Merlin, this girl changes her attitude in battle. She no longer recognizes friend from foe. She's willing to actually hurt me. I can feel warm blood trickling down my body. I'm loosing a lot of blood, fast. I can hear everyone's cries and gasps. The professor wouldn't do anything to stop the duel, of course. Not unless one of us was at the verge of dying. If we got hurt, Madame Pomfrey is there to heal us. It's perfectly normal to get hurt during a duel, after all. I need to finish this now.

"Diffindo!" I heard from Hermione. It shredded my blouse to pieces, revealing the lingerie I was wearing underneath. Everything is ruined. I received a lot of cuts from the sectumsempra curse. "Ferula." I muttered. Bandages wrapped around my body. Somehow, this'll help me with the wounds. I winced as the bandages were too tight while my cuts were very fresh. I fell to my knees. Hermione laughed and walked infront of me. She pointed her wand at me. "This duel is over."

"Petrificus Totalus!" I yelled. It hit her chest, then she was in full body bind. "Yes, Mione. I am better than this." Everyone applauded. Professor Elijah had a huge grin on his face. Did I make him proud? I was on all fours. My view was a blur. The world was spinning around me, then I lost my consciousness. The last thing I heard was the professor saying, "Now that's a duel. Excellent!"

Blackout.

The next thing I knew, I had a visitor in my dream. I never thought I'd see him again. "Creoso a'baramin, Luthien. Cormamin lindua ele lle." he said.

"Welcome to my dwelling, Luthien. My heart sings to see thee."

"A'maelamin... Amras Tasartir." I uttered.

"My beloved... Amras Tasartir."


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