"Uhm, Mrs. Gwenyth ma'am?" a terrified voice squeaked from beside her.
Raising her head out of her book she glanced at the small first year boy making him turn beat red.
"There is s-someone here t-to see you. They a-are outside."
In a quick flash the boy was gone. Shaking her head in amusement, Gwen stood up and pulled down her long Slytherin t-shirt.
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Draco Malfoy patiently waited for Gwenyth to come out. He lazily leaned on the wall next to the entrance. He turned at the sound of the portrait door open and nearly dropped the book bag in shock. Out came out Gwenyth in a long green and silver Slytherin shirt, reaching down to her mid thigh. She was barefoot and her small feet made almost no sound when she approached him.
"What do you want?" she asked him.
Snapping out of his daze he smirked at her, "Well, well Potter. Aren't you a secret Slytherin. The green does make your eyes shine."
Gwenyth stare at him in disbelief before schooling her features, "If you must know the Hat thinks the same as you do. Now I'm sure you didn't come all the way here to flirt with me."
At this she turned her head to the side, "Or maybe you did. Now, now Draco, what would your father think of you liking a little 'ole half-blood like me."
Draco scowled, "I just came to leave you this."
With that he shoved the bag into her arms and stormed off. How dare she?! He fumed.
Here he was, doing an act of kindness by giving her, her bag back. He should have gone straight to Dumbledore instead.
The image of Gwenyth in the green and silver shirt made something shift inside of him.
Half-blood indeed he mentally sneered.
! #%^&*((((*&%$ #$%^&* #$%^&*%^"What's this about the ferret waiting for you outside the common room?" Ron demanded when Gwen re-entered the room.
"He just wanted to give me my book bag back." she told him distractedly.
"You went to see him in that?!" Hermione shrieked when she got a proper view of her attire.
Gwen shrugged, "Well yeah, what did you want me to do? Run upstairs and change? Honestly Hermione."
Hermione stared at the turned back of her best friend with a slightly hurt look in her chocolate eyes. Maybe giving Gwen the Malfoy challenge wasn't such a good idea. Gwen came back downstairs with a cloak that was clearly not hers.
"Who's cloak is that?" Hermione asked pointing to the dark blue cloak.
Gwen glared at her, "What is with you and all these questions?"
Straightening the cloak Gwen climbed out of the portrait hole once again.
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"How are things progressing?"
Ezra gave him brilliant smile, "She has asked me for a second book."
Lord Voldemort allowed a rare smile to spread around his face, "Good, good." He murmured while petting Nagini's scaly head.
"By when will you have her completely under your control?"
Ezra face took that into a thoughtful one, "By the Yule holidays the latest."
Voldemort smirked, "And how is Golden Girl's talent in the arts?"
"Surprisingly well, from what she has told me. She mention feeling the rush of power in her blood."
"Not surprising, she is a powerful witch albeit stupid. The Potter family was once a dark family before they were foolishly swayed to the light. It might be her dark roots awakening we shall see. You have done me a great service, Tom."
Ezra grinned before giving a swift bow and exited the throne room with a swish to his robes.
:Perhaps Nagini, we underestimated the girl.:
Nagini lifted her head up lazily, she flickered her tongue out :The dark-she always had power. I've told you as much but yet you never believe me. She shall give young master Tom strong hatch-lings.:
Voldemort gave a dry chuckle, :Hatch-ling are not part of the plan, my sweet:
Nagini flickered her tongue in annoyance before slithering out of the room.
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The Fall chill grew colder as October rolled in. Gwen was walking by the edge of the Forbidden Forest bundled in a warm pale gold cloak. To any outsider it would seem Gwen was just strolling around with no purpose but in truth Gwen was giving the trees hidden glances.
There! She mentally pointed out. Making sure no one saw her she strolled in the forest. Leaning against a tree was Ezra Salis in a leather jacket and old frayed jeans tucked into dragon hide boots.
He gave her a lopsided grin when he saw her. She rushed into his opened arms and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Hey," she whispered to him. Ezra tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Hello there. I heard there was a Halloween Ball."
Gwen gave him a queer look, "And how did you know that?"
Ezra laughed, "A couple of girls were discussing about different costume ideas."
Gwen nodded in understanding. The female population of Hogwarts took the news of a costume ball with exited squeals. They could be seen discussing costume ideas in between classes and during the meal times. Gwen herself couldn't help but feel a bit excited. She had her costume all planed out and couldn't wait until Saturday to wear it.
"What are you dressing up as?" Ezra asked. Gwen pulled herself away from him, "Wouldn't you like to know."
With a last smile thrown in Ezra's direction she took off running into the forest. Ezra cursed lightly before he took after her.
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"Come on, get up!"
An annoying finger poked the sleeping figure that was Gwenyth. She grumbled sleepily and swatted it away. It stopped for a minute before it resumed its poking.
"What?!" Gwen snapped at the smiling face of Hermione.
"Get up lazy it's time to get ready for the ball."
Gwen glared at her before rolling over in her bed. Her eyes drifted closed as she tried to block out the sound of her roommates scuttering around the room.
"At what time did she sleep?" Gwen heard Parvarti ask no one in particular.
"She came into the dorm looking very ruffled by around 7 a.m." Lavender responded with the same voice she used to share her gossip around.
Parvarti gasped, "Where do you think she was? She has been getting very cozy with Draco Malfoy."
Gwen couldn't stop the snort from escaping her. Scowling she dragged herself out of bed and gathered her things for a shower. Hermione was right, she thought when she came out of her bath. It was 4 in the afternoon and the ball starts at 6. Cursing Ezra for making her stay with him all night in the forest she rummaged around in her trunk. Sighing she mentally prepared herself for an hour and a half of pure beauty torture.