Chapter 6You woke and sat up, seeing right out your window. Rays of light slipped into the room. Your window was open and the smell coming from it gave you the impression it was morning. You turned to the clock beside your bed; 7:09, it read, was the time. You were surprised that you actually wanted to get up. At home you most likely would've curled right back up in bed and went back to your dreams but currently you were living in them. You were in London, England or maybe not there but you were definitely somewhere in Britain. And you had two gorgeous guys pretty much ogling you to death. I mean so what if one of them was pretty much a prick? He still liked you to some degree, right? You suddenly had the urge to call someone and tell him or her everything! But you realized you couldn't, not with all this magic-mumbo-jumbo. Besides you still needed to pick up a change for you're desktop and you'd also need to find an Internet connection. And you thought it was all right to be presumptuous on the fact that these people wouldn't have a computer hooked up to the internet lying around and probably not even a computer, which posed a question: if you hadn't seen a phone or computer around and they didn't use them, how did they communicate? Hmm… you began to wonder on this Breakfast time, you thought, as you snatched up your Anne Rice book, 'The Vampire Lestat'. Today you'd be dining with three gorgeous guys during breakfast.
As you walked down the stairs in your "oh, so skimpy red silk nighty" again but somewhat on purpose this time, you read about Lestat and his encounter with the 'Children of Darkness'. You read this very languidly as you'd read this before, twice before. "You tell him, Lestat," you said, peering over your book and not seeing anyone down in the small lobby. You proceeded down the stairs, through the lobby and into the kitchen. No one was there and, ignoring the grumbling sound in your stomach, you headed in the direction John came from yesterday morning. You saw a door and thought yourself stupid for not seeing it before. You passed through the lobby again but your book was down by your side. After three times Lestat's adventures became a bit dull. He wasn't dull, just… the book. You opened the door, or at least you tried, it was locked. You were about to knock when you heard shouts coming from it. "What do you mean?" you heard someone shout rather loudly, receding a bit from the door. You decided to –uh- "overhear" the conversation a bit better and pressed your ear to the door. "You've got to stay here. Draco, I have some business to finish and can't be bothered with you right now." You heard him let out a sharp grunting noise. And then, swish, the door opened and you were practically nose-to-nose with Draco… again. "What happened?" you asked. "Shut-up, you filthy muggle. It doesn't concern you, nothing here concerns you," he said forcefully. "Moody much?" you said, laughing after him. "I said bloody well shut-up! When I tell you do something, you do it," he said as he turned around and drew his wand on you.
You were practically shaking as you stood there stalk still, too flabbergasted to say anything. Then he dropped his arm and stomped towards the back door, knocking over a huge porcelain statue as he went. As soon as he exited to the backyard, you were about to go after him when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You grabbed the arm immediately turned around and gave it a sharp twist and pull. "Oww," grunted a caught-off-guard John. You let go immediately, "Oh, oh! Sorry, sorry. Are you okay?" you asked as you rubbed his elbow and upper-arm. "I'll be fine," he replied, beaming at you. "God, I'm sorry," you said, as you rubbed his elbow and upper arm. "I'll be fine," he said, beaming at you. "God, I'm sorry," you said, "I didn't think…" "Really," he replied, "I shouldn't of caught you so off guard." You gave him a quick grin back and looked out a window showing the backyard (or part of it). You thought you saw a little flick of gold and then Draco zoomed by after it on a broom. "What is his problem?" you all but sneered to John, gesturing to Draco. "What isn't?" he said in reply. You stifled a laugh. "Honestly," you said, turning to face John. There was a long pause as you stared back out the window now and then catching a glimpse of Draco soaring around. "Well…" John began…
"…His dad told him he'd have to stay here for at least a week. I guess he didn't take it too well because, you know, you're –uh-…" You sighed, " 'not magical'. Whatever. You can say it." "Yeah," he continued, "he'd probably rather be at home handing out with his slaves and idiots he refers to as 'friends' and his –uhg- (," John rolled his eyes ") 'girlfriend'". You felt your heart stop beating a moment. Girlfriend? He had a bloody girlfriend?
You just smiled at John and told him you weren't feeling very well as you pretended to walk calmly to your room, while you felt your whole insides crumbling. You sluggishly slipped the book back onto an end table and then melted into your bed. You felt betrayed and lied to, thinking it was all an act, replaying that kiss over and over in your mind. It all meant nothing… to him anyways. Then another kiss began to merge into the other and completely force it out of your mind. You remember John kissing you. Your stomach let out another hungry growl but you ignored and quickly decided to get dressed. You were ready to seduce as you exited the bathroom next to your room in a black skirt; low-cut, v-neck, three finger strap tank top that was also black and said hot in the left bottom corner in red script; you had put on concealer, pink eye shadow, mascara, some glitter to the corner of your eyes and some kiss gloss; not to mention hoop earrings, a little silver fairy necklace and an anklet to accent your naked feet. You were irresistible. You saw John coming down the hallway, his eye in a thick old book that was entitled "Myths and Legends: A Deeper Reading on Creatures and Icons". You thought to yourself: "perfect timing", and then said (in your humble opinion) one of the sexiest words of the English language, "hello." He didn't look up but replied with an: "'ey". You sighed and tore the book away from him. You gazed in on it as you heard a crash of thunder. "Interesting," you said. "You think?" he asked. "No," you said, closing the book, "but you are." You dropped the book with a thud but as he bent down to snatch it up again you took him by the hands and pulled him into your room. "I have something for you," you said, as you watched him turn his head to look at the book in the hallway. "Well," he said, turning his head towards you, "I actually have something for you too, but earlier this morning… did seem like the right time, you know, seeing as how you were sick and all. But here," he leaned towards you and then revealed a wooden box from his pocket. You smiled a little and took the wooden box. Not knowing what to say, you opened it. Inside was an eleven-inch wand.
You took it out of its casing and tossed the box onto your bed. It was so nice of him to –er- really get you something, you thought. "Uh, why don't you try it out? I didn't know what wand type you were but you seemed to be able to use Draco's fairly well so I just had them get a copy of it down at 'Olivander's' and I know it's technically illegal but, I thought, they haven't caught us yet and well – what do you think?" You swished the wand around and the tip began to glow yellow, then the TV fell off the wall. "I love it!" you screamed and latched onto John, wand firmly grasped in your right hand.
He laughed a bit, "Well, that's good. So what'd you say you had for me?" Had you been paying attention you would've leapt onto John a covered him in kisses, but you weren't paying attention. You were thinking of how you couldn't wait to show Draco and rub it in his face that apparently "non magical" people could operate wands. Then you realized, he hated your guts and would probably never even look at you again the way things were going. "Oh, never mind," you said to John, coming out your stupor, "You probably won't… wouldn't have liked it." And with that you gave him a hug and peck on the cheek and skipped out of the room.
It was raining out. Hard. You knew this because as you climbed down the stairs you could hear the rain ricocheting off the roof. You could also hear the thunder mingled with the rain, and began to feel a bit worried about going out after Draco. You walked outside and after two steps you were soaked. You opened your eyes and yelled, "Draco!" Although you may as well have been opening your eyes under water since every time you did you felt you them pelted with drop of water. The downfall started to get even heavier and you opened your eyes again, still feeling the raindrops pelt them but ignoring the raindrops in return. You felt the raindrops now stinging your arms with their mass but ignored them still. "Draco!" you yelled again and you saw something zoom towards you. It almost knocked you over and you ducked. Then you heard a voice through all the thudding of rain, "what do you want, muggle?" You sighed and replied with a typical, "I wish you'd stop calling me that," as the broom zoomed around you. "Ha, keep wishing," he replied. You sneezed and began to feel a bit dizzy following Draco's pattern in the sky, which was more just random pacing. "John, got me a wand," you yelled as you heard a crash of thunder and saw a flash of lightening in the sky. He didn't say anything, "it's –uh- just like yours." Nothing. "What?" you hollered, "cat got your tongue?" "Shut-up you muggle-slut! Go back inside," he yelled, but you could barely hear him over the thud of the rain. "Fine!" you screamed, "sorry, you're struck with me for the next week!" Frustrated, sneezing and soaking you stomped off towards the door and heard the thunder and saw another flash of lightening following it. You were a bit worried still, though you didn't admit it. After all Draco was still human, even if he was a total jerk. So you began to count the seconds between the roars of thunder. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… CRASH went the thunder, flash went the lightening. You shuddered as you stood just by the door, gazing out the window at the whooshing broom that was barely visible at its speed. You were debating whether or not to go outside and warn Draco or not. You hated him, with a passion, at the moment, but as you counted again you realized the lightening must be getting closer. A mere four seconds. How long would it be before Draco was in danger? Should you go back and try to warn him?