*I was walking around the corridors at night. I enjoyed the castle better when it was dark and mysterious, open to my wanderings. It made me feel alive; knowing that at any given moment a teacher could find me and give me detention. I was always a bit of a daredevil and loved taking risks more than anything, yet I couldn't show this in the morning or else I'd ruin the reputation I had and this image of a perfect Slytherin student would shatter (and also because I'd be compared to that nitwit Potter. He and his lackeys filled with Mudbloods and blood traitors disgraced that). I could only do this under the night's cover since if a teacher should find me, I could lie and tell them I was sleepwalking and they'd just leave me alone, knowing I'll go straight to bed. As I turned around the corner however, I felt a warm hand take hold of mine. I turned around and saw Malfoy looking at me, penetrating the walls I had put up with those silver gray eyes of his.
"Frey, I'm sorry for being such a conceited git to you," he whispered as I slapped his hand away, watching him wince to the pain from it.
"It's a bit too late for apologies Malfoy. You've done nothing but hurt me since our second year. What happened to the Draco I knew before Hogwarts? The Draco who would comfort me if I cried?" I asked as he looked down at the ground.
"Frey, I have a reputation to keep up. I'm a Malfoy and a Slytherin. I have my image as this heartless bastard to keep up," he said as I laughed harshly.
"Glad to know that our friendship didn't mean much to you to at least crack your image a bit for the sake of a friend. You called me a freak Malfoy, and the Draco I knew full accepted me, yet you have the guts, four years since that incident to apologize to me? Did you really believe that I'd be willing to forgive you so easily?" I asked as he looked back at me.
"Mindi, I am still that Draco you knew so many years ago. I still do accept you for who you are. I regretted everything I've ever done to hurt you. I…" he said before I couldn't take it anymore.
"Well you thought wrong if you thought it was that easy for me to forgive you. I will never forgive you in my life! You are not the same Draco I thought would be there for me. You're just some evil replica of him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading back to my dormitory now," I said as I turned to walk away, but he took hold of my sleeve and kissed me on the lips. I pulled away from him and slapped him in the face. How dare he kiss me? That idiotic self-centered jerk!
"Mindiella, I love you, I'll do everything in my power to get you to realize that and change your feelings of hatred toward me," was all I heard as I ran back to the Slytherin dormitories.*
I woke up, panting for breath, feeling wetness on my cheek. I touched it and saw that it was tears. I looked around and saw Acacia fixing her bed with magic. Oh thank goodness it's back to reality, for once in my life since my birth; I now fully appreciate the difference between reality and dreams.
"Hey Sleeping Beauty. Hurry up and get dressed or we'll be late," Acacia said as I got up.
"Where's Adelia?" I asked as Acacia fixed my bed with a wave of her hand and handed me my school robes. Acacia sure had a weird way of showing her concern for me, but then again, she is Acacia after all.
"She's in the common room waiting for us," she said as I hurriedly brushed my hair into a messy bun, the color now a dark blonde as I changed my eyes to a calm amethyst and quickly changed into my school robes. I grabbed my books and left with Acacia to meet up with Adelia and headed down to the Great Hall. The Slytherin table was filled with only a couple of people missing. We sat in our usual spots and started to eat, looking around to see who else wasn't at the table, hearing whispers and a couple of snickers coming from various directions. It appeared that no one we knew was missing, but as we saw Malfoy it took everything we had to not burst out laughing. So he was the source of all the whispers and snickering, can't blame them, he looked hilarious! He was sporting a black eye on his left eye, a newly healed cut on his forehead, his face sported a couple of scratch marks, courtesy of yours truly and another cut on his cheek. Acacia took a quick picture of the miserable Malfoy before I pulled out my wand.
"What are you doing Mindi?" Adelia asked as I looked at Malfoy, who seemed more grumpy than usual.
"I'm going to heal him. I can't have teachers giving me detention over a worthless git who can't seem to heal himself, it's not worth the trouble," I said as Acacia sighed.
"There have been times when I question if you were put in the right house. Now would be another one of those times. You're wasting good magic on a worthless dimwit…isn't that one of the characteristics of a Gryffindor?" she asked as I shrugged.
"It doesn't matter what house that characteristic belongs to. I don't want to ruin my reputation because of him. Episkey," I said, pointing my wand at Malfoy as his cuts, scratches, and black eye disappeared. He looked at me as I quickly looked away from his gaze, afraid he'd be able to penetrate the walls with those eyes of his, just like the Malfoy in my dream had done. I put my wand away and waited for the schedules to be handed out. As soon as I got mine, I left the Great Hall before Malfoy could catch up. I saw that I had Ancient Runes first as I quickly made my way to class. So I had a back-up plan in case I didn't become a Death Eater. It's been my dream before I knew my parents were Death Eaters to work at St. Mungo's as a healer. I didn't find out my parents were Death Eaters until the summer of my fourth year at the Quidditch World Cup. Sure, I spent a lot of time at the Malfoy's, but I just thought my parents were good friends of the Malfoys. I felt someone tug my sleeve as I turned around and saw the devil himself. Speak of the devil and he shall come.
"Frey, about earlier…thanks," Malfoy said as I shrugged.
"I didn't do it for your sake, I did it for the sake of me not getting detention," I said as he let go of my sleeve and smirked.
"Are you sure it wasn't because you missed my devilishly good looks? Or was it because you felt tortured because I looked hurt and beaten up?" he sneered as I rolled my eyes.
"Owl me when you get off your high horse of arrogance. Oh, and yes, I am very sure I didn't do it because I missed your so called devilishly good looks. Although, I do miss watching you be the twitchy little ferret you were transfigured into in our fourth year. I'll have to read about what that spell is so I can use it sometime," I said as I walked up the last flight of stairs and went inside the classroom. As usual, Granger was there before me, but I paid her no mind as I sat in the back as usual and got comfortable as the rest of the class piled in with the professor. I started to doodle off on a piece of parchment, listening to the teacher now and then, lecturing on what I have already read over the summer. I continued to draw until class ended. As soon as it ended, I copied down the homework and left for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Apparently I wasn't paying attention the whole time during Runes to notice that Malfoy took the class as well. I don't remember him showing any interest in becoming a healer, so what's he doing in Runes? Was I running a fever or something because I started getting all warm, and I know it was the temperature since it had that usual September weather.
"Hey Frey. Surprised that I'm in this class?" Malfoy asked, catching up with me on my way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Yes I am, I don't remember you telling me you wanted to be a healer," I said as he shrugged.
"Can't a guy change his mind on his career choice?" he asked as I glared at him.
"With other guys maybe, but with you, there's always a reason for doing something and it always turns out to be a horrible reason. Besides, it's not possible with the marks you received on your O.W.L.," I said as he tsked at me.
"Frey, this was and is a pure and innocent change of heart in my career choice. Besides, I had perfect marks in everything on my O.W.L. for your information," he said as we went down the last flight of stairs until we got closer to the classroom. I saw Adelia and Acacia talking to Zabini heading to the classroom. I picked up the pace, not wanting to be stuck with Malfoy, but me, being the graceful Slytherin that I was, tripped over my feet and fell. Malfoy surprisingly didn't laugh (that's new), but ran to my side (who are you and what have you done to that dimwit devil spawn?).
"Min…Frey, are you alright?" Malfoy asked, helping me up.
"Yeah, no worries Malfoy, my fall didn't ruin your reputation," I spat at him as he gathered my books and handed them to me.
"Good, I don't want to be known for the bastard that I truly am if I didn't help you," he said as I grabbed my books.
"How did I know you'd say that? Whatever, I'm out of here," I said as I ran inside the classroom and sat by Acacia.
"Oh, hey princess, love the royal purple color you're sporting," she said as I looked at her, confused.
"What are you talking about? My hair's blonde today," I said as the rest of the class came in.
"Was princess. It was blonde, now it's a deep purple with pink and blue highlights," she said as Adelia handed me a compact mirror for me to see. I looked at my reflection and saw that Acacia was right. I quickly changed my hair back to blonde as Professor Snape walked in.
Why had my hair turned to those colors? I knew blue meant sad, but what does purple and pink mean and why did it change to those colors when I walked with Malfoy?
