A/N: The 11th chapter of You're Mine! I hope that you'll enjoy it and review if you want to. Thanks to Amanda, my beta and Michelle Pham, the one who helped me a lot. Read on.
The handsome owl clicked its beak impatiently at the sleeping figure, snuggled warmly in the dark green satin sheets, only a tuft of white blond hair visible above the sheets. The owl knew that it had to wait until the figure woke up before it could hand over the scroll of parchment and package from its mistress so it settled itself more comfortably on the arm of a chair. The owl took a slow look around the room, getting a feel for the surroundings that it would be frequently visiting to for the year.
The large canopy bed stood in the middle of the room, a moderate sized fireplace opposite it, its grate void of any signs of a fire as it was still to warm in the year for a fire. At the far wall, a bookshelf had been installed from floor to ceiling, its shelves filled with volumes and tomes, the titles varying from ' How To Avoid a Potion Disaster', 'The Ancient History Of The Dark Arts' and 'Wizard's Aphrodisiac'. The chair that the owl was perching on was near the open window, overlooking the Forbidden Forest, a place where mysterious creatures dwell. The room could be summarized in one word, elegant. Even more so by the color scheme, dark green and silver, which gave a superior feeling to it.
After waiting for about 10 minutes, the figure in the bed started stirring, making the satin sheets shift as well and after a bit of stirring and a sign of a yawn, the figure got off the bed, leaving the comfort and warmth of the sheets. The fine strands of white blond hair tousled with the night's sleep. The owl looked at the teenage wizard, a boy in his late teens, somewhere around 17-18 years of age. He had a lean and toned body, or in the words of a teenage witch, he had a fine body! He was only clad in a pair of black boxers, completely oblivious to the owl's presence as he rubbed the remains of last night's rest out. It wasn't until the owl gave a hoot, attracting the wizard's attention, did the wizard take notice of the owl.
"You're early this year, Jupiter," It was odd how Draco Malfoy could still manage to drawl his words, even if just a bit, in the early morning. Jupiter hooted once again, more reproachfully this time as Draco untied the scroll while giving a small chuckle at the owl's annoyance.
"All right. Good morning Jupiter." he deftly unrolled the parchment only to be greeted by his mother's neat handwriting. Ah! The first day letter Narcissa had accustomed to send to her son on the morning of the first day, usually during breakfast but by some reason or other, it arrived quite early for the seventh year.
Draco,
Jupiter may have arrived earlier than usual but I'm sure he didn't bother you as you were supposed to already be awake by the time he arrived. How's your room? If there's anything you find unsatisfactory about your Head Boy room, your father will be more than ready to buy you some top quality stuffs in Diagon Alley for you. As usual, the package that Jupiter brought along contains the usual sweets for you but this year, there's something extra in it, for Anya. The bag of chocolate frogs is for her as I remember that she adores them, (and I also remember that you don't really favor them) please give it to her with my best wishes.
With love,
Narcissa Malfoy
Throwing the letter aside, Draco grabs a fresh white towel and heads towards the closed bathroom door, adjoining both the Head Boy and the Head Girl's room together.
"Oh yes, Ron! Malfoy put me under the Imperius curse last night, filled the bathtub with mud 5 minutes before my bath time, called me a bucktooth, bushy mudblood and oh yeah! He's going to hold a weekly meeting for future Death Eaters in the common room that we share!" Hermione Granger didn't waste any energy in concealing her irritated eye rolling at her red head friend as she buttered the piece of toast in her hand.
Across her, the offender looked very offended while beside him, Harry and Anya were smothering their laughter by stuffing their mouths with a piece of their breakfast. Not wanting to add to the insult, but the look on Ron's face was so funny that a minute later, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, burst out laughing, catching the attention of some of the fellow students nearby.
The Great Hall was full with students in their black robes, having their first breakfast for the year. The moment Hermione arrived at the Gryffindor table, the ever so suspicious of Ferret Face, Ron, had pounced her with numerous questions, all concerning the Slytherin Prince. At first, the Head Girl answered the questions efficiently in her usual manner but 10 minutes and 13 questions later, made her answer back with a cheeky question. As Ron spluttered about how what Hermione just said could come true, Anya hid her smile, still managing to keep her level of amusement under control, by taking a sip of chilled pumpkin juice from her goblet. Putting back the goblet on the table, Anya let her dark eyes travel over the many students, lingering on the ones that held her attention for a while before she felt it.
It was like a dull yet intense throb at the side of her head, as if someone was watching her with dull interest yet with passion. The power of the look made Anya looked around, straight into a pair of stormy grey eyes that she had gotten accustomed to, Draco's. The blond was looking at her, really looking at her, as if he could see more than what others could, making her feel uncomfortable. It was like Draco trying to undress her with his eyes and the thought of this triggers a certain heat creeping up her cheeks.
The memory of the night of passion with Draco is hazy and vague, courtesy of the lust potion, yet certain scenes would push their way to the front of her mind without warning sometimes, reminding her of the way she had kissed Draco passionately, or the moment when his long fingers had slowly, gently undressed her or even the one where she had moaned out his name in pleasure, drowning in the night's euphoria. Anya dropped her gaze as she felt the blush in her face become worse, feeling quite sure that Draco could see the images playing in her mind. Her hands suddenly became very interesting; they were covered in a pair of black gloves. Looking at them reminded Anya of the mark on her right wrist, the reason she was wearing gloves, protecting the people around her from ... herself.
"Bloody hell! What do they have against us? Another double Potions first thing on Monday morning! I told you guys that we're cursed with them!" Ron let out a groan as he scanned the piece of parchment which contained his schedule for his seventh year on Hogwarts. Both Harry and him share the same schedule while Anya, who was taking the same amount of subjects as Hermione was fortunate enough that she had the same classes as the Head Girl. Anya looked down at the piece of parchment that the stern and so forbidding Prof. McGonagall had gave her. Folding her schedule into two, she put the piece of parchment into her bag when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, the faint scent of familiar cologne gracing her senses.
"Anya, can I have a word with you?" Blaise Zabini's blue eyes locked with her for a brief moment before he turned towards the Wonder Trio who was all looking at him warily (Harry) and suspiciously (Ron). "Mind if I borrow her for awhile?" the Italian wizard had his bag over his shoulder already, clearly heading to class after having a word with Anya. A nod from Hermione later, Blaise took Anya's bag and with a raised eyebrow towards the main doors, he sauntered off. Hermione shot a 'don't-even-open-your-mouth' look at Ron who was clearly going to ask something about what exactly was Anya's relationship with the dark Slytherin.
"We'll meet you at the doors," Hermione said. With a gracious smile towards her new friends, Anya got up from the table, not noticing the appreciative glances some male students were giving her. The Wonder Trio was left looking at her retreating back
"Reckon what's going on between the two of them?" Ron bluntly asked when Blaise leaned in towards Anya, whispering something in her ear. "They must be at least friends. We did met them buying their books together, remember Ron?" Hermione reminded her friend." Friends? I'll bet with you guys that they're more than that." Harry said, his emerald green eyes never leaving the pair of the talk, not knowing that he had almost guessed the truth. Anya and Blaise were more than friends, he was the only person who knew her real relationship with Draco, a possession, a mere belonging and sometimes, having someone who knew her dirty little secret yet still treated her with utmost respect, made Anya feel better.
"Just want to warn you that Draco is in a bad mood, feeling murderous and all," Blaise whispered into Anya's ear, not wanting to have anyone eavesdropping on them. He pulled away, his midnight blue eyes looking over her shoulders, not missing the fact that a certain blond was looking at him with a look that nearly matched the death glare that Harry Potter had received the night before.
"And you think this have something to do with me?" Anya asked a raised eyebrow as a sign of inquiry. As her back was facing the Great Hall, she didn't notice that the Head Boy was looking at them. Behind her, the students begin standing up, each heading to their respective first class of the year. Seeing that Harry, Ron and Hermione were coming nearer, Blaise gave Anya one last warning.
"Just don't get friendly with other guys okay. Draco can be a bit ... possessive," handing back Anya her bag, he gave her one last look before heading off towards Potions (all the 7th year students who's taking Potions has the same period, this goes the same for other subjects). Anya was left pondering the warning but the arrival of the three Gryffindor didn't give her much time to do so. Hermione and Ron was bickering about, yes, the Head Boy again." Honestly Ron! He hasn't called me a mudblood or even insulted me. I think that he wants a quiet year for once," What Ron said after that wasn't very clear and Anya found Harry standing beside her.
"Come on Anya. Snape don't tolerate with tardy Gryffindors, especially with us," his eyes were friendly and enchanting in its own way, just like Draco's. "You'll get used to them going on like that," he adds, seeing that Anya was looking at the bickering pair with faint amusement. Anya followed Harry to the dungeons but all the while Blaise's warning kept ringing in her head.
Don't get friendly with other guys.
"Just go on without me. I can remember my way to the Great Hall from here," Anya urged Hermione on. Hermione looked over her shoulder, a tad worried." Are you sure? What if you took a wrong turn or end up somewhere else," she asked her new friend. For some reason, she felt a tad protective of her new friend; there was just something about Anya Zainudin that made Hermione want to protect her. Anya had to stay back at Prof. Vector's request, to discuss her level in Arithmancy in SEASOM and she suspected that it would take more than a mere minute or so.
"If that happens, I'll just ask one of the ghosts for help," amusement sparkled in her dark eyes, SEASOM didn't have ghosts that walked through walls and students. It took Anya another minute before sending Hermione off to the Great Hall, the brunette walked slowly among the crowd in the hallway, all eager to fill their empty stomachs with dinner.
Anya walked down the now deserted hallway, reading the titles of books on Arithmancy that Prof. Vector had recomended her to read in order to catch up with the other students. The sounds of her footsteps resonated against the walls as she passed by the many empty classrooms. As she walked by an empty doorway, a pair of arms suddenly grabbed her from behind, wrapping themselves around her waist, pulling her into the classroom. The door slammed behind her and Anya found herself in a dark room, her back against the wall, pushed up by someone that she couldn't see, most probably male, judging by strength. Her immediate reaction was normal, just what any other girl would do if someone they couldn't see grabbed them from around the waist and pulled them into a dark room, scream as loud as she could.
But before she could scream for more than a mere second or two, a cool hand clamped itself over her mouth and her nose as well. Anya tried to struggle, her arms trying to push her kidnapper off but failing as the person was just too strong. Void of any fresh oxygen supply, Anya felt herself losing consciousness, slipping away to darkness. She fell into a pair of strong arms and the last thing she heard before slipping away was,
"Bloody hell."
