Dear TuesdayNovember, 'Uno Strano Inizio' is Italian for 'A Strange Start.' This chapter and the last one are continuations of each other and I wanted to be a bit more creative than to just use 'Part 1 and Part 2.' :)
Walking back to the common room, no Miles was seen. However, Flint was lounging on a chair with a broom by his side.
"Hey Marcus, have you seen Miles?" He smiled toothily and my left eye twitched.
"He's still sleeping."
"Can I borrow your broom, then?"
"Go ahead." Marcus said, suddenly looking at me rather oddly.
"Thanks." Taking the broom, I flew into the boy's dormitories. Dodging sleepwalking boys until I found a plaque with Miles' name on it along with Draco's and few other boys. Stepping off the broom, I hesitantly knocked, I wouldn't want to see a naked guy walking around…or did I? Without permission, I stormed in and, to my dismay, saw only Miles snoozing.
Composing the most tactful and frightening wake-up call, I pounced on his sleeping body. Miles screeched like a dementor and threw me off. I madly snickered at his bedside, as he reached over to assassinate me. Running away from the boy's dormitories, I slid down the stairs and fell face-first into the common room. The moment I turned around, I was hit in the head with a hairbrush. Miles gasped and rushed to see the damage. My lips fell into a deep frown, the same spot I slammed on at breakfast was hit insanely hard by a damn quidditch player. Miles bit his lip when he saw blood trickle.
"Bloody hell, Lia, I'm so sorry." He lifted me to my feet and took me from the common room in his pajamas. I checked twice to see if my glasses were on and was surprised both times that they were. The dizziness caused me to lean into Miles, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"God, my head hurts, you little fucker. Where are we going?" He nervously laughed.
"I'm taking you to see Madam Pompfrey."
"I don't want to go, it's just a little bump, I hate doctors!" I whined, running away from Miles and into Draco. Bloody hell, I did not see him at all. I took my glasses off to make sure they were clean and reached out for Draco's soft sweater to shine them.
"Lia, the Halloween party doesn't start for hours." He sneered, flicking my head, only to pull away disgusted. I saw that the tip of his fingers were scarlet.
"What is that?"
"It's blood, Lia, your bleeding!" Bringing my fingers to my swollen bump, I felt blood.
"You little fucker!"
"I really didn't mean to hit you that hard!"
"It's alright, maybe I should let the blood crust and creep people out."
"Your disgusting." Shrugging, I walked away to get patched up at the infirmary but turned back around.
"I don't know where this Madam Pompfrey is." Draco snickered and grabbed my hand, leaving Miles to stare after us.
"What did you do to get Miles to hit you?" I laughed and dramatized the story as we walked towards the infirmary. Madam Pompfrey upon setting eyes upon me, stole me away from Draco and cleaned up my misfortune. Leaving the infirmary with two pink bandages crossing over my misfortune, I followed Draco to the Black Lake. Upon reaching, he rested against a large leave-less tree. I sat nearby, hugging my knees. In peaceful silence, we stared at the open reflective lake.
Peeking at his emotionless face, I saw the coldness in his features, the overbearing arrogance and pride, and the malicious intents. Once his eyes shifted to meet mine, I swiftly turned away, not out of shame but of disappointment. My expectations always surpassed their meager limitations.
I stood up and approached him, "Does it hurt to smile?"
Rolling his eyes, he awkwardly smiled and I covered it with my hands.
"That's not a smile, that's the kind of smile you'd see on a pedophile!"
He licked my hand and lightly poked my bandages with a stupid smirk on his face. Revolted, I wiped my hand on my skirt.
"Just forget it. You are going to be the grumpiest old man ever."
"And you'll land yourself in a whack shack!" I scowled and pinched his hollow cheeks as if he were a mere child. I didn't realize the closeness of our faces until Draco pushed his lips onto mine. My fingers loosened their grip on his cheeks and fell down to rest on his warm chest. His plump lips felt so nice mashed on my own, until they separated at the call of his name.
"Draco?" We turned to see Pansy aimlessly walking from the castle in pursuit of her honey. My chest tightened and I shoved Draco, striding past Pansy and into the common room. Full of rage, I hexed a couple of sixth years bullying Neville Longbottom on the way to my dorm. The boys scampered off and Neville struggled to thank me. My mood softened considerably and I smiled pathetically.
"You have a wand too, Neville." I whispered the secret incantation I had used into his ear and grinned.
"T-thanks."
"Sure thing, you just have to act bad ass. Next time, pull out your wand and send out explosions, no one will dare to mess with you!"
"Got it." I chuckled, reaching over his head to ruffle his overgrown locks and heading in the common room's direction. Desperate for an unconscious escape, I threw myself upon my wonderfully inviting bed and slept off my mixed emotions. A few hours later, I was woken up by Daphne Greengrass.
"Lia, you've slept through lunch. Are you feeling okay?" Her blonde brows were raised in concern as she looked down at me.
I sat up, cracking my sleepy bones as I stretched. All those nights I spent studying and early quidditch practices have finally gotten to me.
"I was just really tired. What have you been up to?" Daphne smiled and sat on the edge of my bed.
"You'll never believe what happened!" Her eyes twinkled with gossip.
"What? Did Millicent confess her love for Goyle?"
She snorted, "No, Draco broke up with Pansy! She's a mess, poor thing." My eyes widened. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"That's what our reaction was, it was completely unexpected. Draco was her date for tonight, what a git! Pansy has been crying with Moaning Myrtle since morning."
"Morning?" Did he break up with her because of me? Because of our kiss? After I left? Even though I wasn't close to Pansy, we still talked and hung out together. I don't consider her a close friend, but a friend, nonetheless. I feel as though this break up was brought upon by me.
"Yes, can you believe it? Although I suppose she was a bit too clingy. Oh, I almost forgot, Miles is in the common room, he wants to talk to you."
Standing, I replied, "I guess I'll go talk to him then."
"When you guys are finished, do you mind coming with me to retrieve Pansy? Since we are all dateless, we might as well get together and have fun tonight, what do you say?"
"Sounds great, I'll be up later then to come get you." I said, mustering a happy façade. Yet once I reached the stairs, I deeply frowned, terribly unhappy with the sudden turn of events. My first kiss was taken at the cost of a poor girl's heart. Damn that Draco Malfoy!
"Lia!" Miles rushed over to grab my arm. "I need to talk to you," looking at the full common room, he whispered, "in private."
He rushed me outside the common room and into an empty classroom.
Once he closed the door, he began the inquisition. "What's with you and Draco now?"
"Nothing."
"Really? How odd. From my point of view it seems like a blooming romance. He is constantly dragging you away, acting civilized in your presence, and in the mornings, he takes longer to get ready. He never did that before he met you, blimey, I doubt he'd even bother brushing his hair or putting cologne on for her."
"What sort of observation is that? I thought guys didn't care about things like that!" I twisted his words to get him to confess his sexual orientation, I doubted Draco a little. Miles' nostrils flared in agitation and he tugged at his black shiny locks.
"That's another story for another time, darling." He winked and I sighed.
"We kissed." I confessed in a soft voice, looking down at my bruised knee.
"What? When? Where?"
"After he took me to the infirmary, we walked down to the Black Lake. He was all quiet and mean-looking, so I teased him for it and he just kissed me. It was a bloody kiss, that's all!"
His brow perked in response, "What did you do afterwards?"
"Well, while we were kissing, we heard Pansy calling out for Draco. She didn't see us, mind you, but I just ran off before anything happened."
"I see. Was there any tongue?" He toothily smiled.
"No!" I squealed.
"There is nothing disgusting about french kissing, unless-" He trailed off and gasped, "Was that your first kiss?"
"I told you already, it was nothing!"
"Tsk, tsk, Lia. Never knew you where that kind of girl."
"Shut up!" I screamed, on the verge of pulling his hair out in anguish.
"I'm only kidding. Are you okay?" Mussing my bangs, he pulled me into a much-needed hug.
"I feel really bad. It's my fault he broke up with her, isn't it? I knew we liked each other, and I knew he was taken yet I kept messing around with him. What's worse is that Pansy is my friend and she really liked him."
"You're a cute naïve little girl! Drama like this keeps us Hogwarts' students alive and kicking all fuckin' year long. Pansy is such an attention-whore, remember that; last year she broke up with Blaise Zabini and acted as if he had broken up with her. She stopped eating and would have these god-awful "fainting" spells around him. Blaise was attacked daily by her friends in the hallways until he grew some balls and hexed them all. It was quite amusing." He mused, twirling his finger around my hair.
Smiling, I chuckled, "I'm not so sure I want to see her now, then."
Seeing the upcoming questions in his eyes, I responded, "Daphne and I were going to cheer up Pansy and take her along with us tonight."
"Ditch her, Draco is going to want to claim you, now." I rolled my eyes as he wiggled his brows suggestively.
"I don't want to talk about him."
"As you wish."
"Instead, I want to hear about you and your preferences." He boisterously cackled and spilled his secrets. Draco was right. In that empty classroom we remained, until we smelled a beautiful aroma only a pumpkin pie can emit.
"Lia, we should go change into our costumes or else all that money was wasted for nothing."
I growled, "Fine, but let's hurry. I'm looking forward to seeing the Twisted Sisters perform." We ran to the our dorms and met in the common room, laughing at each other's costumes. Miles was dressed as Peter Pan, a character from a muggle play. I found it difficult to look at him because of his tights, but I clanged my finger cymbals and twirled out the exit.
"How did you get your hair all curly and are those muggle contact lenses?" He asked as we walked to the Great Hall.
"Yes, I bought them for when we start our quidditch games next year, and my hair is magical like me!" He playfully hit my shoulder.
"Ha ha, your quite the comedian, Lia." He guided us through the crowd of people and pointed up unexpectedly, "Don't look now, but your lover is approaching, dead on."
"Let's go eat!" I linked our arms and turned in the direction of our table, not wanting to talk to him just yet.
"Lia!" He called out as I cringed.
"Let Miles go eat!" He jeered in third person and ran off, leaving me with Draco, who was dressed as a
"You look quite exotic." Draco whispered in my ear, tickling me with his hot breath.
"Draco, you just broke up with your girlfriend-"
He cut me off, "Exactly, now I can do this," He pecked my lips, "knowing that you won't run away this time." I glared at him, disturbingly annoyed with how easily swayed I am by his looks.
I stated, in a depressing tone. "I need to get my head checked, excuse me as I eat twice my weight."
"It's a bit too early to land yourself in a whack shack, don't you think?" I furrowed my brows at his strange behavior, this is not Draco.
"It's never too early to seek help, I think I'm delirious." I walked away from him and sat by Miles, who was eating like his stomach was a bottomless pit. A forkful of broccoli stuffed my mouth as I frighteningly stared at the bats flying in the night sky. Distracting myself from the flying terrors, I smiled as I saw the gigantic pumpkins from Hagrid's garden placed around the Great Hall.
Looking out at the crowd, I saw Draco chatting with his quidditch friends and Blaise, he would look over and wink at me. God, how tempting it would be to kiss the smirk off his face, but I have to show him that I'm not an easy target. My heart is not to be swayed easily. If he wants me so bad, he'll have to work for it. Now let's just hope that I don't succumb to his handsome face and hot body.
'E Una Fine Strana' is Italian for 'And a Strange End.' Hope you like it, I made it twice as long because I may be going out of town in a couple of days. It isn't certain, but until then I'll keep writing. Reviews would quicken the writing process. ;)
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