¤ White Butterfly ¤

Part 10:

Once again I awoke up groggily the next morning and stumbled out of bed and to the window. I was never a morning person and scowled as the sun shone bright so early. I walked into the bathroom and removed my pajamas as I slid into the shower. I allowed the hot water to wash away the knots that had built up in my back from sleeping the wrong way.

I went back to my room and slipped into my uniform and pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I glanced at the mirror and walked down to the common room satisfied with my appearance. The common room was deserted, as it was still quite early in the morning.

I walked over to the portrait hole and walked out into the deserted hallway. I rubbed my neck that was stiff from the relentless amount of homework and the strain from my classes. It was only the second day at this school and I already had enemies.

Each step I took echoed in the hall as I passed few students and ghosts. I looked around at the usually busy halls and felt so out of place. I felt their stares as each students passed me by. I knew exactly what each person was thinking about me, how pitiful they were to judge me because of my appearance.

I was tall somewhere between five foot seven inches and nine inches, and I was skinny. I had silver hair that usually hung down to my mid back it loose ringlets. My eyes were green sometimes gold, and I had only a slight flush to my cheeks. Other than the flush to my skin, I was pale, paler even than that Malfoy boy.

I'll admit that I knew I was pretty, but that never stopped me from being tourchererd and taunted, in fact, that gave them a better motive to. I decided to take a stroll outside on the grounds. I found myself surrounded by a mass group of Slytherins, all of which stopped talking as soon as they saw me. They moved their heads close together and began to whisper under their breath. Each word that they spoke was like a yell to me.

Every breath, every word, every tone was a clear and as loud as it could possibly be. I kept my eyes diverted from them as I walked on to nowhere in particular. Just as I rounded a shrub, I fell right into something. "Hey, are you okay kitten?" said a warm voice. I looked up and began to blush. There before me was a tall boy with rich tan skin. He had a head full of black silk hair and rich warm eyes accented with heavy lashes. He had gentle hands and held me steady, but I noticed that he was shorter than Malfoy, making this boy seem much nicer, despite the fact that he was in Slytherin.

I pulled out from his arms and straightened myself. "Yeah, I'm just fine thanks." I mumbled as I tired to get away. Just as I was about to run, he grabbed me by the arm and held me in place. "You know kitten, it's rude to walk off without telling someone your name." said the boy in a smooth tone. "Um…I'm…" I was beginning to say. "Yeah I know who you are, your Elania Sterling. I'm Blaise Zabini." He said releasing my arm and thrusting his hand forward to shake mine.

I took this boy's hand as he shook it roughly before releasing it. "Now kitten, what are you doing in the Slytherin gardens at this hour?" he said. I looked at him a cocked my head to study him. He was obviously a quidditch player with his build, maybe a beater, he liked running, and he loved girls. Well, at least I thought a guy as handsome as him would. He had a smirk planted on his face, just like most of the other Slytherins, except his was goofy looking on him.

" I am just taking a stroll." I said in an innocent voice as I tried to pry his fingers off of my arm. He raised an eyebrow to me obviously not satisfied with my answer. Just when he was about to speak, coming around the corner was a group of Slytherins surrounding one Draco Malfoy. The stopped and stared at us in this odd position that we were standing in.

One Gryffindor and one Slytherin. I had my hand on his chest where I had been pushing away from him while he caught my other hand at the wrist. Blaise had one of his feet between my legs, his hand was on my lower back, and he was leaning down close to my face with an eyebrow raised.

Each one of the Slytherins was gaping at us, when Blaise decided to play along with the game. "Aw, I'm sorry kitten, maybe later okay? There are more spectators around and I know how you just hate having people watch us." He said. He winked at me then stretched out a hand and stroked my cheek.

I stared at him with my mouth agape. I slowly felt the anger rise as he reached for my face. I grinded my teeth together as he leaned to me. My hair stood on end at the nape of my neck. I glared at him, everything moving in slow motion. I snaked out from his grasp and jerked my hand away. I brought it to his face with a great force, greater than needed.

Blaise flew back at least ten feet and hit a brick wall. I felt the power surge as I stood there glaring at him, my hair falling in my face. My breath was heavy as I slowly felt my power return to me. How great it was to regain my inhuman abilities that I thought I had lost when I came to this school.

I glanced over my shoulder at Malfoy and the others, all of them white with horror. I smirked at them as I tucked my hair behind my ears, my pulse still racing. Malfoy shook his head and began to smirk. "Nice trick freak. But I do ask you kindly, no wait not kindly, to please leave my mates be. I wont help you hide from Jameson anymore." He said in a low voice as he went to fetch Blaise. I stared at him, as he staggered out of the courtyard, Blaise half leaning half walking on him. I sighed and shoved my fist into my pockets, how I almost wished it were a holiday again.

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:: sorry for the long wait for those of you who care. I have had the hardest time thinking and yeah. So im gonna make jameson bigger and bader. And I know u might be like wat w/ draco but just wait.::

thanks for the wait sorry for the long time I took 2 think.

Love ya.